[Niall Organa]

Niall pushed through the doors into the medical bay. Cradled in his arms was an unconscious and bleeding woman. Lyseil Panteer. She was unconscious and pale, but breathing.

Niall himself appeared unwounded, although his face was pale and drawn. He strode forward quickly, pushing past, his lips tightening with determination when he saw Cole.

"Sniper hit. Pretty bad. She..." Niall paused, his eyes widening as he saw the hole through Cole's jacket. "My word." He murmured. Stronger curse words didn't seem sufficient.

[Lyseil Panteer]

Princess Bubbles seemed decidedly less bubbly than her usual self as she was pretty limp and less sparkly.

There was a hole right under her collarbone on the right side from the shot. It seemed the reinforced fabric of the uniform had stopped some of the brunt of the sniper-shot.

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Current Wounds: 17 Wounds sustained (5 past wound treshold)
Critical: Scattered Senses (Average difficulty)

[Jax Dolross]

Jax looks up at the two new arrivals "Well it seems like we've all had interesting nights." he says it like a joke but there is little mirth in it, he's too tired to be jovial right now. His wounds treated but still visible as he sat up in the bed.

[Dr. Cole Ormont]

Cole nodded and waved Niall towards a free bed. He ran a hand through his hair and pulled on a clean pair of gloves. Sweat sheened his brow, his lips thin as he concentrated. The strain had been taking its toll on him, but now it seemed he had reached his limit. Digging deep, he tried to push through the all-too familiar creeping blackness, tried to find that extra inner resource.

It eluded him.

As he worked, the blood began to soak through the gauze, showing on the white shirt. His own wound was on the left, a wet red bloom spreading out from under his collarbone. The gauze on his back was soaked through. The stain growing. Blood trickled from the exit wound in a thin rivulet. By the time he finished closing Lyseil’s wounds, his breathing had become ragged. The colour drained out of him.

Cole’s left lung collapsed.

So did he.


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D9 EM: Crit-Lyseil; Medicine, Medical Backpack -1D: 2eP+3eA+1eB+1eD 8 successes, 1 advantage

Advantage to negate Strain from At the Brink

D9 EM: Heal-Lyseil; Medicine, Master Doctor -1D, Medi-Aid Patch, Physician’s Kit: 2eP+3eA+1eB+2eD 2 successes, 1 advantage

+1 Success from Medi-Aid Patch, +1 Advantage from Physician’s Kit
Cole takes 3 Strain (2 Master Doctor, 1 At the Brink, 14/13)

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Lyseil
Critical Injury (Scattered Senses) removed.
6 Wounds, 2 Strain healed.

Cole
14/13 Strain.

[Niall Organa]

At first, Niall watched with alarm as Cole tended to Lyseil. He tried not to let his anxiety show; the pallor of his handsome features could have just been lack of sleep, and he could be gritting his teeth for any number of reasons. Still, he knew enough to stay out of the doctor's way, at least.

At least, that is, until the doctor appeared to need as much help as the patient. Watching Lyseil's face, it took Niall more than a few moments to notice the blood begin to soak through Cole's shirt. Niall's eyes widened. "Cole...?" He said in a small voice, just as the man collapsed.

Gritting his teeth even more firmly, Niall moved around the bed. Lifting Cole wasn't quite as easy as lifting Lyseil had been, but it wasn't much harder, either. No doubt a side-effect of his extremely limited diet. "This man needs a doctor." Niall's words came out almost in a frustrated growl.

[Azura Mora]

Azura blinked, then she stood.

"Why does there only seem to be one damn doctor working in this kriffing place!!!" She shouted angrily at the top of her voice, which would have got reactions from the others in the area.

The ones that came over didn't seem very helpful though, which earnt them a glare from Azura.

(Ooc - there are npc doctors as well in the description post with stats we may want to use)

D9 EM Medical Staff healing: 2eP+1eA+1eB+2eD 1 failure, 3 advantage

[Galen Sol]

"Doc, are you alright? Cole?" Galen helped Niall get the doctor onto a bed and watched with frustration as the other medical staff seemed unable to help. Hopefully there was something Rekara could do.

[Ashla Vyliis]

Ashla came in just to see Cole collapse.

)*&#)($&)(@!!! I bet you were working on people when you needed help? )(*&#(@$*@_#@

Medical: Remove Crit: 2eA+2eP+2eB+3eD 4 successes, 3 advantage


((On the Brink is healed, using advantage (including rolled and PK Advantage) to heal 4 Strain))

After treating him, she looks him over. "Idiot."

[Dr. Cole Ormont]

Cole managed a half-shrug, "you weren't here." He pushed himself up into a sitting position and plucked at his ruined shirt. Ripped open almost to the waist so Ashla could work on him, but thankfully it still covered the scar on his belly that only a few had seen.


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OOC: Have to remove Discouraging Wound first, so At the Brink still stands.
10/13 Strain

[Ashla Vyliis]

"Well, maybe if someone wasn't falling unconscious, you would have seen come in."

[Niall Organa]

Niall's spoken Huttese was pretty bad, but his understanding was alright. "That's more or less the case, yes." He said to Ashla.

He looked to Cole, biting his lip. "You okay?" He said after a moment.

[Dr. Cole Ormont]

Cole's slender fingers probed at the sealed-over entry wound, not by any doubt in Ashla's skill, but to familiarise himself with the repairs that had been done. He inhaled deeply, testing the capacity of his reinflated lung. "I'm fine," he lied, running a hand through his hair.

[Ashla Vyliis]

"Sure you are. And I'm an apple." Ashla pinches her nose. So, fucking stubborn. "Take a break, at least for now. I don't want to have to restrain you."

[Dr. Cole Ormont]

"Like you would have done differently," Cole murmured, pushing both hands through his blonde curls, they were as damp from sweat as if he'd been standing in the rain, and he wiped his fingers on the rags of his shirt. With a jerk of his head, "open that locker and fetch me a clean shirt?"

[Ashla Vyliis]

Ashla walks away to get Cole a shirt. "I'm not going to dignify that with an answer. But ask yourself, would you telling a patient you're going to restrain them if you didn't mean it?"

Ashla sighs as she comes back and hands him the shirt. "Just take a few hours."

[Dr. Cole Ormont]

Cole made an amused sound, "trust me, I believe you'd do it." He put his back to the open space of the hospital, hiking the shirt over his head and revealing the tattoo the monks had given him. He scrubbed at the traces of blood remaining on his chest with the rag before pulling on his second fresh shirt for the day, it stuck to the blood on his back.

"If you really want to tie me up, all you have to do is ask nicely." Or are you going to make me actually say the words' I'm not getting up'?

[Galen Sol]

"You aren't fine Doc. None of us are." Galen sighed. "We're all pushing ourselves to our limits and beyond. And, we're going to keep doing it. Rest while you can Cole. We all know there's more to come."

[Dr. Cole Ormont]

Cole pulled out his hip flask and knocked back a mouthful, wiping his mouth on the back of his hand and running it through his curls. He tucked the flask between his thighs and spread his hands, "where am I going to go?" He was surrounded.

[Ashla Vyliis]

Ashla gives a laugh. Maybe I'll ask nicely when you're healthier.

[Dr. Cole Ormont]

Taking up the flask again, "promises, promises, aren't you worried one day I'll collect?" He winked at the Togruta and took another sip of whiskey.

[Azura Mora]

"Well give him some bloody space if you're asking for him to rest" Azura called out over the crowd surrounding Cole.

[Niall Organa]

Niall frowned. "I'm no doctor, but should you be drinking that on top of whatever else you're on right now?" His eyes flickered over to Ashla, seeking confirmation.

[Jax Dolross]

Jax looked at Niall "often a stiff drink is the best catalyst for good medicine."

[Ashla Vyliis]

"No. It won't do anything harmful exactly. But it'd probably be bigger mess trying to take it from at this point." Exhausted and not willing to argue anymore with a man who should know better, Ashla leaves the group to check on other patients.

[Dr. Cole Ormont]

Feeling uncomfortably like a specimen in a petri dish, Cole put his flask away again and swung his booted feet up onto the diagnostic bed. Leaning back, he desperately tried to ignore his surroundings, running a hand through his hair and plucking his datapad from a pocket to give him somewhere to look.