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07.07.2012 , 07:08 PM |
Ok, I had to finish the health prompt before thinking of the communication breakdown one.
So here is Health
Trooper, no spoilers.
The grenade blew before she had a chance to react, Mitka was launched into the air and landed ten meters from her original location.
“Cover fire! Dorne, get her out of there!” Jorgan shouted, strong arms holding his assault cannon, he pressed the trigger, sand people dropped in his wake.
Elara Dorne reached her commanding officer, she found her chest armor bent inwards, and a piece of shrapnel had managed to find its way between hip and leg armor. Mitka’s eyes were opened but dazed, not focusing. With quick hands, Elara checked for spinal injuries, satisfied there were none, she wrapped the shrapnel wound and dragged her to the nearest cover she could find, a small alcove in the cliffs.
“Clear sergeant!” M1-4X declared to Aric Jorgan.
Jorgan jogged towards Dorne and Mitka, hefting the cannon onto his back. When he reached the two women, he saw the disgarded and mangled piece of armor. It had saved her life, Mitka would be in a lot of pain, and had earned herself a massive bruise, but her vitals would have been protected. He saw the blood soaked gauze at her hip. His jaw clenched. Mitka herself was writhing in pain, trying her very best not to cry out in pain. He caught Elara’s eye, who nodded towards Mitka.
He bent down, put both arms on her shoulders and held her still. “Look at me Lieutenant.” Her hands were at her hip, wanting to pull out the reason behind the pain. Aric grabbed them. “Lieutenant, look at me.” His voice louder, more forceful, her yellow eyes snapped open, wild, and feral. He had seen that look on more than one wounded soldier before.
“Breath” He told her, and she took a deep shuddering breath. Elara took that moment and administered the kolto, a large dose.
When Mitka woke up, it wasn’t in the desert, it was in Havoc squads ship’s med bay. There was no Kolto tank aboard the ship and Anchorhead’s medical facilities had not met with Sergant Dorne’s standards. They were flying to a nearby cruiser with a well stocked Republic regulation medbay, with Kolto Tanks.
Mitka’s head was fuzzy, she moved her hands, they made a strange, wavy trail, she giggled.
“Ah Lieutenant, welcome back. You were thrown and injured by a grenade, we are en route to a suitable medical facility to have your shrapnel wound properly cared for, and for you to spend the necessary time in a Kolto tank. In addition I’ve already requisitioned a Kolto tank for the ship. Considering our operations, I’m surprised we didn’t already have one.”
Mitka considered what Elara had said, nodded sagely “You have pretty hair.”
“How’s your patient Dorne?” Aric ventured into the med bay.
“Conscious, and rather euphoric from the pain killers.” She replied with the hint of a grin on her normally serious face.
“Aric!” Mitka greeted him with a large grin, her yellow eyes blinking lazily. She held out her hand for him to take.
“Hey Lt, how are you feeling?” He gave her his hand, she laced her finger through his, brought it up to her face, and rubbed it to her cheek.
“Oh my stars, you are so soft! Elara touch him! He is so soft! Like velvet, I could snuggle him all day!”
Jorgan’s eye widened, not quite sure what to make of his very high, and rather adorable commanding officer. Elara opened her mouth to speak, then shut it again.
“He kissed me you know!” She told Elara in a rather conspiratorial tone, looked back at Aric, “You kissed me!” She informed him. Aric felt his ears burning.
“His hands are soft, but you should feel his lips, amazing.” Jorgan cleared his throat, intending to interrupt her train of thought.
Elara’s cheeks had gone red, “I should give you some privacy Lieutenant.” She glanced at Jorgan, and furrowed her brow, indicating her disapproval of their fraternization. Jorgan shrugged his shoulders, not sure what to say to the severe by the book medic.
He gently took her hand with his other, sandwiching her small red hand in his, he brushed her fingers with his lips.
“Really? In front of Elara?” he asked her.
“Girl talk” Mitka replied squeezing his hand.
“Mom said I need more girlfriends, she said, you talk about stuff with girlfriends, like hair and boys.”
“Probably not when the boy is in the room”
“I don’t know, I’m new at this stuff…You should kiss me again.” She bit her lower lip, eager for another heart stopping kiss.
Aric couldn’t help but smile.
“Should I now? Why is that?”
“Cause I want you to.” Her yellow eyes blinked, she tried to lean forward, and winced in pain.
Jorgan gently leaned her back against the cot.
“Tell you what, when you’re not high or wounded, I’ll kiss you again.”
He kissed her hand.
Mitka closed her eyes, tired suddenly, she smiled, that went well.
Force of Wills
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