Nox had been offloaded from the corvette and been immediately taken to a nearby hospital. Kaisa had stayed with him as long as she could, sticking in Mandalorian space until it had been revealed the extent of his injuries were too severe and beyond their capabilities. She had paid with whatever credits they both had on hand to transport him before returning back to the ship. Nox didn't blame her, it had been the point of their mission and there was only so much she could do that was beyond her skill set.
At some point, the Solus had lost conciseness on the trip, losing complete track of time, the day, and where he was being taken. There would be moments where he would wake up, find multiple people in masks surrounding him before he was laid down on something. The next time he woke, he felt the sensation of being pushed and he opened his eyes to find bright white lights in the ceiling, repeatedly being passed before another took its place before the same happened to it. Nox still felt the weight of his helmet around his skull and he breathed slightly easier. Slowly, he brought his gaze down to his stomach, still finding the knife that protruded from it, a couple of streams of blood leaking from the armor.
The sight of it reminded him of the pain and he felt a dull ache but definitely not as painful as before. Then his gaze drifted to the right, finding a stump where his arm used to be. Without his own doing, his breathing hitched and began to come at a rapid pace, his vision blurring slightly as he continued to stare where a majority of his arm used to be. The hud had been turned off in his helmet, resulting in his hot breath fogging up parts of his T-visor and blocking his view, only adding to the panic more as he began to become drenched in sweat.
At that point, he had been pulled into a room, already on a bed but he was thrashing. One of the nurses had attempted to remove his plates and helmet and with his general state of hysteria, it only made the situation worse. People around him tried to hold him down but he was still covered in his armor, having been just freshly dropped off. His left foot shot out, catching someone clean in the stomach as it sent a nurse into a metal stand and knocked over a few trays. More bodies flung on top of him, keeping him pinned down as he swung his remaining hand around and in a fist, hitting whatever he could to offer resistance.
One of the doctors shouted, "I thought you sedated him?!" Another nurse ran over, the other one was helped up by her coworkers. "We did! He woke up!" Either Nox somehow pushed himself out of sedation or it wasn't enough, either way, he was awake and not making things easy. The Solus was already hooked up to a blood bag and wouldn't die, resulting in the doctors giving up for the time being to not suffer any more injuries while they called in someone else.
@Killa Ree
At some point, the Solus had lost conciseness on the trip, losing complete track of time, the day, and where he was being taken. There would be moments where he would wake up, find multiple people in masks surrounding him before he was laid down on something. The next time he woke, he felt the sensation of being pushed and he opened his eyes to find bright white lights in the ceiling, repeatedly being passed before another took its place before the same happened to it. Nox still felt the weight of his helmet around his skull and he breathed slightly easier. Slowly, he brought his gaze down to his stomach, still finding the knife that protruded from it, a couple of streams of blood leaking from the armor.
The sight of it reminded him of the pain and he felt a dull ache but definitely not as painful as before. Then his gaze drifted to the right, finding a stump where his arm used to be. Without his own doing, his breathing hitched and began to come at a rapid pace, his vision blurring slightly as he continued to stare where a majority of his arm used to be. The hud had been turned off in his helmet, resulting in his hot breath fogging up parts of his T-visor and blocking his view, only adding to the panic more as he began to become drenched in sweat.
At that point, he had been pulled into a room, already on a bed but he was thrashing. One of the nurses had attempted to remove his plates and helmet and with his general state of hysteria, it only made the situation worse. People around him tried to hold him down but he was still covered in his armor, having been just freshly dropped off. His left foot shot out, catching someone clean in the stomach as it sent a nurse into a metal stand and knocked over a few trays. More bodies flung on top of him, keeping him pinned down as he swung his remaining hand around and in a fist, hitting whatever he could to offer resistance.
One of the doctors shouted, "I thought you sedated him?!" Another nurse ran over, the other one was helped up by her coworkers. "We did! He woke up!" Either Nox somehow pushed himself out of sedation or it wasn't enough, either way, he was awake and not making things easy. The Solus was already hooked up to a blood bag and wouldn't die, resulting in the doctors giving up for the time being to not suffer any more injuries while they called in someone else.
@Killa Ree