This was, perhaps, the worst place she had ever had the dubious pleasure of working in.
She had been tossed, thrown, kicked, and pummeled by a disgusting example of prime humanity and his lovey Gamorrean sidekick. She got to smell slimy pig up close and personal(which she knew she wasn't getting out of her lab coat for weeks , dry cleaning had murderous rates even by her standards), and various threats of things being stuffed o shoved in places she had considered unique and would have been interesting to witness with anyone other than her, and promptly patched up this merry duo's third companion before presenting the bill.
Which was why she was being tossed now.
She sailed out of the open door with an indignified thmp, bringing out a racked, ragged grunt from the disheveled doctor, then a snarl as her wrist sang with the abuse of catching some of her weight.
As if that wasn't going to add insult to injury enough, a bag of cred was tossed at her feet, before they snarled something so charming in Huttese.
She spat at the ground in disgust, the world tilting in a way she knew wasn't quite right. Thank goodness they hadn't taken her bag too, though to be honest it was simply one of many. She just didn't want to get more medical supplies on top of the onerous debt she already owed to a few supplier companies, and they could even be more vicious than the Hutts as far as their... cutthroat... industry was concerned.
On top of that, the dim sound of thunder rolled above the ecumenopolis overhead.
She really didn't want to get rained on... but she didn't have a choice. It was an annoyance... but just another nuisance to the growing pile. She staggered, then slumped against the duracrete, closing her eyes.
Perhaps the rain would help clear her dully ringing head.
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