It wasn't until two days after the events of his most recent mission in the Shadowlands of Kashyyyk that Ruzaan was allowed to have visitors. He didn't fully understand the rationale of the Wookiee doctors, even with the help of a protocol droid for translation, but their argument was essentially that his body had been through an ordeal and that they didn't want to risk any more excitement or stress. His body would heal, the doctors agreed; rest and physical therapy would see to that. But it took Ruzaan a while to figure out that what they were really concerned about was his mind.
His room was well above the main canopy of Kashyyyk, allowing ample sunlight to stream in through the building's many windows. Several of the windows were opened when the weather allowed it, so that the fresh summertime air could breeze in and momentarily chase away the memories of the Shadowlands. Beside his bed, a small speaker played soothing sounds from his home planet of Shili whenever he wanted. It was as if the room was designed to be as different from the Shadowlands as possible... which also meant depriving Ruzaan of the person that he'd leaned on both literally and figuratively during that time.
All they told him was that Samara was okay, but any details beyond that Ruzaan was left to imagine for himself. Last he'd seen the Chalactan, they were both on gurneys and being wheeled off of the gunship in differing directions. Even if he wanted to sneak out and try to find her, he couldn't; sensors in his bed immediately alerted the hospital staff, who kindly but firmly returned him to his room. It wasn't until he reminded them that he was a Togruta and that Togrutas were social creatures that the doctors relented, and told him that they'd make arrangements. Given how frequently he'd asked over the last 48 hours, they didn't even have to ask who he wanted to see.
And so, Ruzaan awaited a knock at his door.
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