Open Coruscant Convalescence

[Kal Zyn Dross]

Shortly after the partial destruction of the prison on Coruscant, the closest hospital able to accommodate the survivors and evacuated personnel was the center of chaos for a good while. Doctors and nurses hustling like they hadn't ever needed to before, as such a disaster had not happened during their lifetimes. Still, they stepped up to the plate with the fervor only trained professionals passionate in their fields could do, which helped save lives that would otherwise have been lost. Of all the patients they had to attend to, though, there were a group that were quickly considered vital, both for the extent of their injuries as well as their importance to the Sector Rangers when it came to finding out what happened. These wounded individuals would have an entire ward sectioned off to themselves, as it was easiest to secure and maintain in case there were other attempts on their lives. Every one of them was a witness to the attack from the Red Sabers, after all.

After the life threatening injuries were taken care of, the ward began to calm down with less and less doctors and nurses passing by to administer medicine or check vitals. By now all the holonet feeds were showing scenes of the destruction of the prison, the talking heads saying everything from the attack being unavoidable to everything being Chief Hudson's fault for having too much swagger. It took a day or two for the Rangers guarding the ward to feel comfortable enough to start letting visitors in, though they were always closely supervised. That was when the interviews started to happen as well, the debriefing ordered by the Chief to try to piece together what the hell had happened.

As for Kal, he was laying in his bed wrapped in bandages treated with an ointment to help heal his burns, already having gone a couple rounds in the bacta tank. It was taking a while to sink in for the Tiss'Sharl, his mind furiously replaying what he had seen on the cameras and in person. The brutality the terrorists had when they threw the head of the Jedi Nashyr at Oren, the way the one masked terrorist had choked the guards without even lifting a finger, the pain from being hit by that otherworldly lightning...It made Kal realize that he was nowhere close to being able to handle these men and women. His mind was sharp, but he didn't have the Force, nor equipment that could contend with it, either. Or the physical training that he felt he should have. He looked around at the others, putting his lamentations aside as he wondered if they would be getting any visitors soon, or if his fellow injured had anything to say, now that things were calmer.

[[OOC: Open to survivors of the Prison Break thread and any visitors they may have. Death/Combat/Shenanigans disabled]]

 

[Thalia Windraider]

The first few days after the prison attack, Thalia could not remember much of what was happening around her. At one point, she thought she was floating in the bacta tube to address her wounds; it was an odd sensation, however, she was uncertain of her reality so it could have been fake. The first full day she remembered, she was greeted by a rather irritated nurse, and to her luck, she had this nurse previously. She had transferred because her patients were unruly and now she wanted to retire upon seeing Thalia present once more. Of course this meant for Thalia to also jet from the hospital; there was something about being ordered to rest and cared for that Thalia could not swallow comfortably. As a result, she tried to check herself out, only making it six feet before falling over from pain.

The nursing team had to help her back into bed, inserting the IVs once more and this time giving her a sedative so she would rest. Her Sergeant eventually ordered her to stay in bed after the second attempt, the IVs once more needing to be inserted and Thalia couldn't help but to joke on the track marks she had as though she were a Spicer. The nurses did not find it funny.

She conceded since her supervisor demanded it and tried to enjoy the company of others. Sleep wasn't restful, the vitals machinery were noisy from time to time, and for a light sleeper like her, it wasn't worth it. However, when she did sleep, her dreams or flashbacks swarmed her thoughts and senses. She couldn't free herself from it, but she thought leaving this place would help some of it. A long road to recovery was not an understatement.

 

[Nick Shaw]

Cops were always terrible patients and an entire wing of cops would likely prove to be one of the greater challenges for the nurses. With this knowledge, Nick wasn't surprised to find the group of obviously disgruntled nurses when he arrived at the hospital.

He had come to visit some of the injured Rangers, but he that didn't stop him from spending a decent amount of time flirting with the nurse at the desk first.

One of the nurses, came down the hallway, practically stomping "I can't deal with her anymore! Someone else has to get next time she tries to get out of bed" the older nurse said. Nick glanced over seeing the name on chart she was holding. He couldn't help but smile. "Maybe I can be of some help." He said, pushing off the desk. "I'll be back later." He said turning back towards the nurse he had been talking with.

He found the room Thalia had been placed in. He stepped inside and leaned against the wall. "Word is you're being a major pain in the ass." He said, grin plastered across his face. "You're not going to make me handcuff you again are you?" He asked.

@GABA

 

[Roland Rook]

He had come to the hospital after helping with escorting the evacuated personnel along with Kal but he knew he could not stay. The chaotic hospital was reinforced with more uniforms for security but the Mandalorian stayed around awhile longer only to be told he would have to come back later. The doctors and nurses needed to do their jobs and with his own acquired evidence his work was not going anywhere.

Some of the other Sector Rangers told him that visitors were now allowed so he took a ride to the hospital. Technicians were looking into the captured TIE starfighter and the astromech since it could be used hopefully to track the dark siders back to one or more of their bases. Any time that Roland had not spent focusing on work he was losing sleep trying to get himself more prepared for the inevitable next incounter with more of the red lightsaber wielding assailants. But even a Mandalorian needed a break from time to time.

As he entered the hospital a change of nursing staff earned him some looks. But Roland did not let the stares stop him from checking in on Kal and Thalia first. Walking in with full armor made one of the nurses ask if they should stop him before understanding he was a Sector Ranger.

One nurse looked longingly after Nick who had just left, leaving Roland to walk calmly a few meters behind the man. Supposedly there was some non-jedi force sensitive that had joined in on the fight. The ranger hoped to find out where he was though from what he heard they had been injured pretty badly. Plenty of others had as well among both the Jedi Order and the Sector Rangers. Trys was still in the hospital too and it probably made sense for him to check on her. They didn't really know one another beyond professional interaction but there was a sense of camaraderie that made him concerned about his superior. If something like the prison break had happened while he was in the hospital Roland would probably be trying to get out of the hospital bed and get back to work. It was no surprise Thalia seemed to have the same feeling but at least Nick was trying to talk some sense into her.

"Hey Kal. I brought some snacks since I heard somewhere hospital food is lame." He did not want to ask him 'how he was feeling' because that just seemed dumb considering he was covered in bandages. The Mandalorian raised a large Tupperware container he had been carrying with pastries he had made last night. "It was either sweets, blasters or booze but I don't think the hospital staff would like me much for the latter two." There was more than one injured person in the room so Roland would go around, making sure everyone got one if they wanted a pastry.

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[Kal Zyn Dross]

Thalia's attempts to escape, to go back to work, showed just how passionate she was about her work. Or there was something else that was driving her, something Kal didn't know but could guess at. At the very least, she seemed incapable of achieving a sense of peace, even when injured and in a safe location. He looked at her a bit sadly, wondering what it was that was eating at her, and wondering if there was anything he could do to help her overcome these demons. As he thought that, though, he knew that she would also have her pride, and she was a strong woman. He'd let her know that he was there to help, but he wouldn't intrude upon her possible life's problems. She wasn't a child.

When Roland appeared with the pastry, Kal froze a bit as more guilty thoughts invaded his mind. He had heard how the man had slain one of the Red Sabers, though whether it was skill or luck he couldn't say. He knew the Mandalorian was very skilled, but from what he'd seen of the terrorists...Their gulf in skill seemed vast, between each other. It didn't erase that the Ranger had made the choice to stop coming to the aid of the other man to return to the Jedi, which of them he failed to save one and Master Oren was in critical condition. Had he made the right choice? "Thanks...I'm surprised you even came, after what I did. I made a choice, and it left you alone when you were expecting backup, I'm surprised you don't call me a traitor..." It was obvious that he greatly cared for his fellow Rangers and that this weighed heavily upon his mind.

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[Thalia Windraider]

Thalia was carefully examining all the holes in her arm from the IVs and felt mildly annoyed that she still could not make it a few feet without being exhausted. Typically that exhaustion hit fast and hard, and she was on the ground before she even realized it. The nurse who helped her stormed off in a clear fit and it was shortly after she left, did a more familiar face show up.

Nick entered the room and Thalia's eyes light up to see him, a smile grew across her face as she straightened out the blankets over her legs, "Handcuffed? You know what I can do with handcuffs." she made the double entendre obvious, but since their first meeting together, he would know cuffs would not stop her.

"To be fair, I wasn't trying to leave the last time." she paused, "I needed to use the refresher...this blasted wound does not let me get 10 feet without collapsing." she frowned, brushing her hand over her core, her thoughts returning to the prison. She felt feelings of despair settle and she quickly changed the focus to Nick.

"You missed some fun at the jailhouse, but I heard you were dealing with an epidemic. Sounds low-key and boring." she raised her eyebrows, gauging his response for details.

@Raydo

 

[Roland Rook]

"It all worked out. No hard feelings." He raised a hand to stop the Tiss'shar from apologizing. It had boiled down to Roland at the prison and his own abilities. Even if that starfighter had come to his aid it would have made minimal difference. The Mandalorian could have just as easily lost with the assistance from Kal. But that just meant Roland recognized his own limitations.

"You helped people evacuate and prioritized the safety of the majority. That doesn't sound like something a traitor would do." He grunted as he sat down on the open hospital bed beside Kal. His body was still sore since he did not let up his own training regime even in the wake of the aches and pains of the prison break. If anything he had buckled down and pushed himself even harder. Roland would strive for whatever edge he could get against the red lightsaber wielding terrorists.

"You know what happened on that landing pad? Bet you haven't read the report yet being couped up in here." His tone was more at ease, tryng to lessen the guilt he knew his fellow ranger was feeling. Plenty of people were sharing in that feeling including Roland though his reasons were his own.

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[Hannibal Grayza]

Sat in a hospital bed, Hannibal was very bored. While he did have a decent number if burns, especially on his arms, between the Force and the bacta he was doing pretty well. He'd spent his spare time mixed between healing trances, reading on his datapad, and handling the rush of psychometric impressions he'd gotten off of the Arcanist's lightsaber. Oh, and trying not to think too much about how a close friend of his had been beheaded.

He'd even managed to control how the healing progressed, preventing a loss of mobility from scar tissue while keeping flame and lightning shaped marks in place to be inked in later as tattoos. It would be totally rad.

But he'd been here for days now. He'd quickly grown tired if the smell of anti septic, the daily doctor visits to check his rapidly healing burns, and to make sure he was getting plenty of food and water. He had technically passed out, but had managed to convince the staff it was mystic Jedi nonsense and he wasn't dying.

He was free to wander around by now, he just hadn't found much reason to. That changed quickly when he saw a mandalorian who looked and felt just a tad familiar walk by down the hall. This might be fun!

Gingerly he removed himself off his bed, careful of the burns over his outer thighs, and adjusted the white scrub-like tunic that passed for a hospital gown. He followed behind a bit slowly, but it's not like he'd get lost.

He snuck around the edge of the doorframe and saw the collection of reptile, human, and mandalorian clustered in a group. He knocked twice on the doorframe to announce his presence.

"Yo! I see you all made it, then." Hannibal didn't actually personally know these people, really, but they were in a secure ward. Didn't take a genius to guess they were at the prison.

"You the one the nurses keep complaining about?" he asked with amusement and a small grin, directed at the one in bed with all the track marks. She certainly have off a sense of restlessness.

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[Thalia Windraider]

Her attention turned from Nick for a few moments as the Mandalorian who entered spoke to the Kal. His mask turned in her head, matching up with memories past to see where she had seen him before. There wasn't too many Mandalorians in the core, let alone in the galaxy, and after a deep dig, she finally recalled where she had seen him before. A smiled crossed her face, it was probably the most she had heard him speak, let alone the most words she had heard a Mandalorian speak in all the times she has come across one.

Someone else had entered the hall, seeming as though he was not supposed to be up wandering around either. He greeted everyone and took notice to Thalia, his eyes glancing at her arm where her IV puncture wounds had bled under the skin. He grin and asked if she were the one all the nurses were in a mood about.

Thalia smiled back, noticing the bandages on his arms (@Mr. Teatime), she was uncertain if he were another ranger from the prison, or what his relation was to anyone present. However, she did not mind the company, "To be fair, they should be encouraging, it'll get me out of here faster." she shrugged, "You better be careful, you might end up on their list also - being out of bed and all."