Post by Lemur, The Kool-Aid Guy on Jan 17, 2013 4:00:45 GMT -5
Varulla'aba seemed to be having a terrible year for hospitals. First there had been head trauma in Murkhana, then head trauma in Manaan, and now a lightsaber directly through the gut. This was worse than the first incident however, as all the doctors on Prazhi had agreed.
How Koeing had kept her alive during the journey was a mystery to everyone, as by all rights she should have died long before. However her chances of full recovery on Prazhi were extraordinarily slim, as it wasn't the best site for medical care in the universe.
For now the pale young woman was lying naked in a bed, with tubes connected to her in what must have been a dozen places. A machine breathed for her, a machine diverted waste away from her damaged intestine, a machine replaced the kidney that had been stabbed when the other had become nonresponsive. Slowly every organ was failing, and it seemed a losing fight was underway.
The doctors couldn't make it regrow, and couldn't make the dead tissue heal itself. So Varulla lay still on the bed, with her green eyes shut as a doctor told Koeing all he could.
"We simply don't have the expertise or materials needed to graft in new Twi'lek intestines, or to replace her kidneys. Even with the machines, it's only a matter of time sir. She's going to die."
How Koeing had kept her alive during the journey was a mystery to everyone, as by all rights she should have died long before. However her chances of full recovery on Prazhi were extraordinarily slim, as it wasn't the best site for medical care in the universe.
For now the pale young woman was lying naked in a bed, with tubes connected to her in what must have been a dozen places. A machine breathed for her, a machine diverted waste away from her damaged intestine, a machine replaced the kidney that had been stabbed when the other had become nonresponsive. Slowly every organ was failing, and it seemed a losing fight was underway.
The doctors couldn't make it regrow, and couldn't make the dead tissue heal itself. So Varulla lay still on the bed, with her green eyes shut as a doctor told Koeing all he could.
"We simply don't have the expertise or materials needed to graft in new Twi'lek intestines, or to replace her kidneys. Even with the machines, it's only a matter of time sir. She's going to die."