That had been two weeks ago. He was still spending most of his time in the medical bay, even if he did occasionally go to lessons and study. Injuries like his took months to fully recover from– at least, with how he was taking it. He’d been pushing off a far quicker fix to his injuries for awhile by this point. It was a conversation he’d looped through a few times by now with the head healer– Asadra Seh, who’d he’d been acquainted with for years by this point.
“I don’t feel comfortable with it.” He declared the same statement he’d been using to describe his position for days. “With respect, Padawan, but the only other alternative is… well, primitive. Months of physical therapy, several surgeries, skin grafts, nerve reconstruction, muscle regrowth– it’s all… well, it’s quite unnecessary with the technology we have on hand.” She explained, an understanding, yet firm expression on her green face.
“And so what, I should replace flesh with machines? You’re a healer– heal me, don’t start putting machines in my body to do it’s work. What are you, a doctor, or a mechanic?” He snapped, face flushing red with frustration, before it immediately shifted back to his usual pale complexion as he turned away. “...that was uncalled for.” He muttered out, pursing his lips. Asadra wore a distinct frown, but by now she was used to Laeonas’ fiery personality. He’d come far from being the mad, ranting lunatic that he’d been when he’d first been brought to Yavin.
“I understand your apprehension, Laeonas.” She’d reply, addressing him by name this time around. “But we’re not replacing anything with machine. There’s a hole in your wrist, and a massive chunk of both your right Vastus lateris and gastrocnemius lateral head muscles are gone. It will take years for you to fully recover the use of your leg if we don’t install cybernetic replacements, and your left hand may be permanently crippled.” She further explained, letting the statement sink in.
Laeonas sat for a moment, mouth opening to reply, yet he couldn’t find the words. All she said was true, and yet he still felt like he was right. As he sat back in thought, the Twi’lek stood up, adding, “This is ultimately your decision, but I ask that you don’t sabotage yourself.” Before walking off to deal with several other patients, leaving the man to ponder his decision.
His thoughts were interrupted by the rumbling of his stomach– a perfect distraction. Sitting up, he reached out with the force, crutch flying into his right hand as he stood himself up. His left hand was still in it’s brace as Laeonas reached the door, which he’d yet again use the force to open. Thus, the Padawan turned cripple made his way to the mess hall.
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