FROM SIM WITH SHELONEI AS DOC, ISA AS GAVIN AND MIRAX AND DANA, VICKIE AS HOBBIE, ALISON AS WES

Anreson, Hobbie, Gavin, Dana, Janson and Siee reached the Wayward Star

Gavin was seated next to Dana who, in turn, was seated next to Hobbie. Anreson stood by the door looking back, "Is this everyone?" she asked. "Where's Fel?"

At the mention of Jagged Fel, Siee burst out crying.

"He didn't make it..." Gavin said sadly.

"Sith," she muttered.

Janson grit his teeth and looked to the floor while holding Siee's hand. "Tycho," he called up to the cockpit. "We're all here, let's go!"

Anreson pulled the necklace Gavin had given her for Dana from around her neck and moved to return it to him. He was looking at Dana, and smiling weakly.

Then he turned to look up at her, "Uhm.... Doc...?" he collapsed on the bench, rendered unconscious from the pain.

The shuttle shuddered and took off, the sound of lazerfire coming to their ears. The sound of enemy fighters exploding drowned out sound for a moment, and then they were clear.

Gods, I think I'm gonna pass out.... Hobbie winced as the movement jarred his hip.

Anreson shoved the ring-necklace into Dana's hands and began to work on the unconscious Tatooinian. Redressing the wounds on his hip and graze on his arm, she took her time to clense them properly.

Dana took the necklace uncertainly and looked to him, "Will he be okay?"

"Yeah," Anreson shifted his position to rub in the healing bacta-salve. She knew he wasn't allergic, she had heard about him going into bacta plenty of times.

She finished with Gavin, and strapped him to the bench, so he wouldn't fall, then turned to Dana, "Turn around and let me get at your back."

The other girl turned obediently, wincing with the movement. Anreson took off the non-bacta patch she'd slapped on the girls back earlier and cleaned out the shoulder wound. "You're not allergic to bacta, right?" she asked while the hand holding a healing salve hovered over the wound.

"No...."

"Good," she rubbed it in and slapped on a bacta patch. Then she took out some painkill tabs, and handed them to the girl. "Take these."

Dana swallowed the pills then indicated the necklace, "Uhm... what's this for?"

"Oh," Anreson nodded to Gavin. "It's from him." She picked up the used patches, and the packages from the new ones, and moved to throw them away, before continuing her triage.

Dana looked at the ring, and it's purple gem, then slid it on her finger. A tear came to her eye as she moved to sit beside Gavin. Soon, she fell asleep.

*

Anreson returned and moved over to take care of Hobbie next. She took in a hissing breath, "Derek...." She shook her head and sighed. Gently, she began to clean his shoulder wound.

Hobbie hissed, "I hate blaster wounds."

"If you liked them," she quipped, "I'd be worried." She rubbed in some salve and put on a bacta patch.

"I'd much rather crash or disable my ship," he told her.

Anreson rolled her eyes, "And be in bacta for days? I wouldn't." She moved down to look at his leg. "Nice pants, Major," she smirked as she pulled out her laser-scalpel.

He looked down and noticed his multi-coloured clown pants. "Gee... thanks."

She cut away the pantleg and then turned off her laser-scalpel and pocketed it. Examining the wound on his leg, she sighed as she started cleaning it.

Hobbie grunted as he tried to adjust his position. "What did they do to Siee?"

"Torture," Anreson growled.

He shuddered, "Will she be okay?"

"She's stable for now, I did what I could for her last night. I'll change the patches again in a little bit.... Probably when I'm done with you and Janson."

He hissed again as his movement put weight on his hip. He shifted again, "If you need to go on and help her, do it. I can wait."

She rubbed the salve into his leg. "I did already... and I will again when I'm done with you two. Triage rules."

"Triage rules?"

"Triage rules... the least wounded get tended to first. Makes for a higher survival rate, but as I already have treated her, and will be going back - I'm not really breaking them."

"I don't get it," he shook his head and smiled, then he winced.

She gently put a bacta patch over his leg wound. As she did so, he reached out and touched her face. "Thanks for everything, Amanda."

She half smiled, "I'm just doing my job. Now, scoot and let me see that hip," she stood.

"Scoot where?"

"Over. On your side, whatever, just let me get at your hip."

He moved to his side, exposing his hip to her. "I think the shot went all the way through," he told her.

She took a hissing breath at sight of the wound. It wasn't good. "Your pants...."

"Yes?"

She put on a very serious face. "They're not gonna make it..." she pulled out and thumbed on her laser-scalpel again with a smirk.

He chuckled, "They never do with you around."

She shook her head with a small laugh as she carefully cut up the side of the pantleg. She pushed aside his boxers to expose a large hole going straight through his pelvic bone, she groaned slightly and shook her head. "You realize you're gonna have to be tanked when we get to Coruscant."

"What else is new?"

Anreson shrugged and rummaged through her medkit for some anisthetic.

"So, what do you think?"

"I think this is going to hurt worse than Kessel if I don't give you some anisthetic first," she pulled out a small bottle and a hypo.

"I meant about my buttocks," he grinned.

She looked at him with a critical eye, "They don't look any different," she shrugged. After drawing the proper dosage, she slid the needle into the skin near the wound.

"Ow."

Slowly, she pushed the numbing medicine into his hip. "It's either 'ow', or a yell. I think you prefer the 'ow'." She finished and pulled out the needle, taking it off and breaking it before dropping it into the small sharps box inside the medkit. "We'll wait a few minutes for that to numb before I go in."

"That sounds so wrong."

She punched Hobbie's un-wounded arm lightly. "Get your mind out of Nar-Shaada."

"It's your fault."

"No, it isn't," she raised an eyebrow and pulled the medpack into her lap to get things ready.

"If you weren't so beautiful..." he told her softly, after a few minutes.

She looked up, blushing slightly. "Alright," she sighed and pulled out the gauze held in a hemostat. She poured a clensing solution onto it and began cleaning the deep through-running wound.

"Wow, I can't feel anything back there."

"That's the idea."

He tried to watch. "I'm not going to be able to sit for weeks."

"Nah, after half a day or so in bacta, you'll be fine." She pulled off the gauze, and picked up a new one, then resumed working at his hip.

"Having fun?"

"Sure. Tons of fun patching people up, love it... wouldn't rather do anything else!" she told him with false cheeriness.

"You know," Hobbie frowned. "If you didn't want to do this, you shouldn't have joined the Rogues."

"I do," she sighed, "and I did. To be honest, I'm glad that I ended up joining you people before I was supposed to," she tossed a glance at the rest of the wounded people in the bay.

"Before you were supposed to?"

She nodded as she finally finished up. "I was just supposed to find Celchu and tell him the news. I wasn't sent to join you. In fact, I wasn't supposed to meet up with the Rogues at all until you returned from this mission."

"I, for one, am happy you joined us too.... For more than one reason."

"Oh really?" she raised her eyebrows incredulously as she applied the bacta salve to his wounds.

"Yeah," he nodded. "Really."

"Tell me," she took out some patches and gently applied them.

"My shoulder, my hip and my leg.... And a few others."

She chuckled, then yawned. "Alright then, you're done. See if you can't find something to wear. I'm sure Celchu has an extra flightsuit or two onboard."

"Yeah, hopefully one that will fit." He took her hand and kissed the back of it, "Thank you, Doctor."

"You're welcome, Major," she blushed. "I'm just doing my job."

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