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07.05.2012 , 11:33 AM |
Health-- I'm trying hard to not pull from other stories I've written, which is why it took me all week to figure out which way to go. Thanks for the encouragement!
She looked around her at the dead and dying, and at the blaster in her hand. She couldn’t hear, and shook her head. Oh crap, don’t do THAT again, she thought, as she fought the nausea from the motion. She could see people running past her as she sat stunned, her nose streaming blood and one ear joining in. Nothing looked familiar, at all, other than her blaster. She tried to stand, but her coordination was on vacation, it seemed, along with her recent memory. She saw what she thought was a medic, running to her, but her vision was blurred and she wasn’t sure. When he reached her, she thought he looked familiar but her brain wouldn’t pull up his name. He was shouting her name, but all she could do was look at him, she sure wasn’t going to move her head if she didn’t have to.
He lifted her easily, and the motion made her sick. When he started to run back to the camp, she got sick again, and tried to shut out the motion by closing her eyes. She could feel her rescuer---dammit I know I know him—trying to limit jarring her as much as he could. Another blast went off not far from them, and she lost consciousness, which in her current state was a relief.
Corso boarded the evac shuttle with his captain in his arms, shouting for the pilot to take off. The medic on board did a scan and sent the info ahead to the station. He sat there, thankful that at least she was alive. The stun grenade she’d taken had thrown her against the side of a droid, and she didn’t move for several minutes after, minutes that seemed like hours when he was trying to finish the fight he was in to get to her. I hate Corellia, he thought, even more than Taris.
When they reached the spaceport, Corso refused to let the medics take her, carrying her carefully to the medbay wing, where he gently put her down. She still hadn’t opened her eyes since he’d picked her up. The attendant took her weapons and handed them to him, and banished him to the waiting area, where he paced. Finally an elderly man in the white robes of the medical corps approached him.
“You’re with the captain? Miriah Chantalle?” he asked. Corso nodded, swallowing hard.
“She’s going to be fine, not today or tomorrow, but she will recover. That was a bad concussion, and she may have some short term memory loss, but I believe it will be minimal. Her hearing will be restored as soon as the concussion resolves.” He patted Corso’s shoulder, and shuffled back to the exam rooms. Corso let out the breath he was holding, and let the crew know where they were.
Miriah opened her eyes and had no idea where she was or what had happened. She still couldn’t hear much, and was dizzy, but her vision was better. She was afraid to move her head, remembering what had happened last time, but she could see someone out of the corner of her eye, someone who looked familiar. She could see his hands, without the armored gloves this time, resting on the chair he was sleeping in. She closed her eyes and had a sudden flash of memory, of those hands on her body. Corso! her brain screamed. Of course she knew him. Somewhat mollified with the return of that memory, she relaxed, and soon was sleeping again.
Over the course of several days, she slowly regained herself, a little at a time, but had no recall of the grenade hitting her in the back, where it stuck until it exploded. No memory at all of flying through the air, of hitting the wall of metal that was the droid, or sliding down that droid to a crumpled heap in the middle of Corellia’s Black Hole district. Everything before was back though, and Miriah figured that was enough.
As they walked to the hangar after she’d been released, she turned to Corso. “I’m so glad that you were there, you saw what happened.” She stood on tiptoe and kissed his cheek, “Now, who did you say you were again?”
He heard her giggle as she jogged toward her ship, and had to laugh. She’s back!
Love is the strongest magic of them all.