[Nai'tiri Cadera]

Somewhere else in the facility, a Mandalorian crashed right into a wall near the door.

"M'am!" One of the nurses cried out. "Are you alright?"

Nai'tiri shook her head, trying to clear her blurry vision. The bright wall had blended perfectly into the light of the corridor. "... My bad, didn't see it."

"M'am, you didn't see the wall?"

"..." she fiddled with her helmet, turning it in her hands to find the right angle. "I'm fine."

"M'am, you're not going anywhere." "No, really, it's---" "NO. NO PROTESTS."

Like a good soldier, the female Chiss complied as the nurse nearly half her height dragged her along back to the doctors. "Sheesh, you Mandalorians better not all be as stubborn as you..." the nurse muttered grumpily.

[Dr. Cole Ormont]

Finishing with the last clamped artery, Cole addressed the Force healer, "actually, would you be able to finish up here?" He peeled off the bloodied gloves, "I should go see about that."

Meeting the nurse with the tall Chiss in tow, "what seems to be the problem here?"

[Rekara]

The Mon Calamari took a Healy gripper from the equipment tray and passed the smooth surface through the chest at a slow pace. There were no shrapnel remaining in the body of the soldier, whose breathing had calmed and whose blood pressure had slowed down as well. "There seems to be nothing left, Captain, so all is well." She started to stitch up the holes in the body.

CRASH!! !

"WHat was that!?"

Finishing with the last clamped artery, Cole addressed the Force healer, "actually, would you be able to finish up here?" He peeled off the bloodied gloves, "I should go see about that."

"No problem Doctor, I'll be done in a jiffy."

[Nai'tiri Cadera]

"Doctor, this soldier walked right into a wall." The nurse explained at first.

Nai shifted uncomfortable where she stood. "It will be fine."

"No," the nurse harumphed but was clearly trying to get a better look at the wholly red eyes, which did make it hard to see if the sight was unfocused, "you soldier-types always walk around acting all tough. If you're hurt, let the doctor do his job. So. Sit. Down."

The Chiss frowned, but didn't put up a fight. It would look bad if she started shooting here. She gave a defeated sigh, admitting the much smaller nurse had her beat here. "Sight's been bad since the crash this morning. Shot the frigate down, fighter shot us down. See light, but... it's blurry."

[Dr. Cole Ormont]

Cole murmured, his spectacles were already on, so he fished out his mediscanner and passed it by her face. "You should have said something earlier, you've got a pair of partially detached retinas here. Delayed treatment, and you might have gone completely blind." He indicated to a free bed, "over there, please, I'll need you to lay back so I can repair this."

[Nai'tiri Cadera]

Seeing the doctor taking care of the matter, the nurse headed back to sort out the mess the Mandalorian had made. Thankfully, nothing broken.

"Mm," Nai nodded, managing to maneuver herself thanks to being able to discern darker objects from brighter ones. In a pinch. "Other matters were on my mind, but... no point in excuses." Not now, anyway.

[Dr. Cole Ormont]

"You don't seem like the type for excuses," he numbed the area around her eyes, relaxing the muscles. It was perhaps fortunate that the Chiss couldn't see what he was doing, as he held her eyelids open and used a small suction cup to pop one of her eyes out of its socket, placing a piece of gauze on her cheek and sitting the eyeball on that. He carefully re-positioned the retina, securing it with a single dissolving stitch, and re-situated the eye with a soft popping sound.

He moved to the other side of the bed, and repeated the process. Already, the woman would find her vision returning. "The muscles you use to focus your vision have been relaxed," he informed her, "so your eyesight will still be fuzzy for a few more hours, but it should be better than it was. If you aren't seeing normally in the morning, come back and see me."


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D1 EA: Critical Injury (Blinded), Hard, Assist by Rekara/States of the Art Facilities: 2eP+2eA+2eB+3eD 1 success, 2 advantage

Critical Injury (Blinded) removed.

[Nai'tiri Cadera]

"I'm not," she agreed.

That don't sound good. Nai thought calmly as she heard the popping sound, rather than feeling it. Though both her upbringing as a Chiss, her training in the Chiss Military, and then living her adult life with the Mandalorians, she had developed nerve of durasteel.

"No room for excuses in a fight. Or in war. Or in here for you, doctor, no?"

[Dr. Cole Ormont]

Cole reached for his penlight, flicking the bright light into her eyes, her pupils reacting sluggishly, a good sign. "No, there's not," he agreed. "You said there was a crash? Was anyone else injured?"

[Nai'tiri Cadera]

"Turtle crashed, yes," she confirmed, not nodding since she wasn't sure if he still needed her to keep still. "Took out the frigate to break the blockade, and was shot down. Everyone lived - luck was with us. Co-pilot got the worst, but he said he'd get someone to look at it, so I assume he was sensible and did so."

[Dr. Cole Ormont]

"Right," he put away his equipment and tapped the arm of his spectacles to turn them off. "You can sit up now. Just try not to crash into any more walls."

[Nai'tiri Cadera]

"I'll walk very carefully," she said with some dry humor, sitting back up again and resisting the urge to poke at the numbed area around her eyes. It felt like she was back on Hoth, or Csilla, when the cold was so bad you could not feel your face.

"Thank you, doctor. For aruetii, you're not bad. Other Mando'ade better treat you right."

[Dr. Cole Ormont]

Cole nodded, he expected to see her back in the Medical facility before long, she reminded him a lot of Shaisha, and he figured she'd be just as prone to severe injury. "I'll refer them to you if they don't."

[Nai'tiri Cadera]

Nai nodded as well. If she was as fierce as the other Mandalorians on Bankor, she would probably be a familiar sight for the medical personnel.

Getting on her feet, she still stood tall and proud like there had never been a problem at all. Very much like expected of a soldier. "Let me know if you need a hand sometime, doctor." Her eyes narrowed as she adjusted to the new sensation of her sight.

[Dr. Cole Ormont]

"Will do," he moved in the direction of another bed, indicating that he intended to move on to the next patient.

[Nai'tiri Cadera]

Letting the doctor get back to work, Nai gave another nod of respect to him before going on her way. With some care to her step as she had promised.


/exit, again, for reals.