SIMMED WITH SHELONEI AS DOC, ALISON AS WES AND SIEE, VICKIE AS HOBBIE

As Hobbie moved off to find some clothes, Anreson tossed the used things into a small trash recepticle and went over to the Janson siblings. "Alright Wes, " she shook her head and knelt down beside him with her medkit. "You're next."

He shook his head, "Siee first."

"Siee's been taken care of, I did last night. She only needs changing, and you need first care."

"I'm fine."

"Sure you are, and I'm a three-headed hutt. Let me look at that shoulder, you've got both a stab-wound and a blastershot there," she moved to take a look at it.

Janson scuttled away, "I'm fine!"

"Don't fight her, Wes," Hobbie called back. "She's dangerous."

"And if you think I'm not, tell that to the near-two-dozen stormies I shot down. Now..." she moved closer and grabbed his arm with one hand, while lifting the edge of his shirtsleeve with the other.

Janson growled.

"Oooo, scarey," Anreson bit back sarcastically.

"Look Doc, I don't need attention. My sister does, and even though you think she's fine, she doesn't look it."

"Look, Major, I know what I'm doing. Yes, she doesn't look it. She isn't fine at all, to be honest, but I've done all I can do... outside of changing the patches. Now, shut up and sit still." She pulled out some gauze and cleaning solution and began working on his shoulder.

He hissed at the solution's sting. "You've got to learn some more about treating wounds with tender loving care, Doc."

"You respect me, you get tender care. You fight, and you don't. Gives you incentive to not fight me, doesn't it?"

"Gives me incentive to ask why you got assigned as CFS."

"Because I've done this before," she gently rubbed in the bacta-salve.

He closed his eyes and cussed to himself. "I'm sorry... I didn't mean that...."

"Don't worry about it, new squads usually don't like me at first anyhow," she fished out a couple of bacta-patches and applied them.

"Unfortunately, I have to like you.... You know too much about me."

She chuckled as she moved to his side. "Okay, present the hip, Major."

"It's not bad," he reached out with his left hand to take a patch and do it himself.

"It needs attention either way. Now," she smirked. "Either you respect, or you fight," she told him as she held the medkit out of his reach.

"Doc... no offense, but I'm not going to let you treat that wound. I can do it myself."

She shrugged, "Fine. Be that way... just for that, you get to treat the next set of wounds you get," she tossed him a bacta patch and some cleansing packs.

He nodded and opened the zipper to his pants. He wiped a cleaning pad where the wound started along his inner thigh. "Anyway, I don't want Hobbie to get jealous."

Anreson chuckled and moved to Siee and began gently removing the patches around her neck. The girl moaned slightly.

Janson looked up when he heard his little sister, and got to his knees to watch what Doc was doing, forgetting about his wound.

Hobbie winced as he limped back, wearing a flightsuit that was just a little bit small. "Need any help?"

"Yes. Get Wes to finish patching himself up."

"It can wait," Janson held Siee's hand gently.

Hobbie looked at his best friend, "I ain't touching that."

Anreson tossed another patch on the growing pile of used ones at her feet. "You can hold a blaster to his head then, and get him to do it. If that wound gets infected, he could lose his leg..." she smirked, "or something else important." She tossed the last of the neck-patches on the floor and pulled out the new ones, along with some cleansing pads, to redress the girl's wounds.

"Wes, please do as she says. She'll start witholding things."

"Only from me. Don't worry Hobbie, the burn isn't that bad."

"Don't make me stun you," she told him without looking away from Siee. She finished redressing the neck wounds, and went to work on the Taanabian girl's arm.

"If she says to do it," Hobbie said, "then do it."

Siee groaned and tried to move around in her discomfort. She tried to bend her knee, and a small cry of pain escaped her lips.

"Shhh," Anreson patted the girl's shoulder gently then rummaged through the medpack.

Janson spoke to the doctor. "I'll dress it when you're done, I promise. When you're done, and Siee settles back down," he looked to his sister, sympathetic pain in his eyes.

"No.... Jagged.... Please...." the girl moaned.

Anreson found what she was looking for, and drew a sedative into the hypo, she slipped it gently into an untouched vein in her arm. "Dreamless sleep, Siee," she whispered as she slowly pushed the drug in.

Wes bit his lip and lowered his head as Hobbie put a hand on his shoulder. As Siee settled down, Anreson returned to cleaning and redressing the gaping wound of Siee's arm.

He shook the taller pilot's hand off his shoulder and stood. He picked up the bacta patches with the hand he'd broken Belin's nose with, as well as his own knuckles, and walked away. He went over to the holo table and tossed the patches on it, soon flopping down in a chair and dropping his head into his folded arms on the table, effectively hiding his face.

Anreson looked after him and frowned, then she glanced up at Hobbie as she moved to redress Siee's knee. "Derek, why don't you go get some sleep?"

"Not until you do."

"Not my turn yet, Derek. Now, go to sleep... besides, you're the wounded one."

"But you haven't slept in so long."

She continued working on Siee's knee, she rubbed in some salve and put on a bacta-patch. "It isn't the first time, and it won't be the last."

Hobbie sighed, "Okay... your choice. Good night."

"Good night, Major."

Hobbie moved off to an unoccupied bench and lay down, soon, he was asleep.

Absent mindedly, Janson took one patch, opened it, and slapped it somewhere inside his pants, not really looking as to where it stuck.

Anreson went back to caring for Siee. She carefully removed the bandage from one hip and cleaned the wound again. She redressed it, and put on a new bandage, then moved to the opposite hip to repeat the procedure. After several minutes, she opened up the girl's flightsuit and carefully removed the patches, taking in a hissing breath of sympathy.

Siee sighed in her sleep and tried to curl up into a ball, but her body shuddered in remembered pain, and she lay still once again.

"Is she going to die?" Janson asked from where he'd huddled up, not lifting his face to look.

"No," Anreson reassured him. "She's too strong for that," she gently cleaned the Taanabian girl's wounds.

He let out a long, shuddering sigh. "Thank you for helping her...."

"I couldn't not help her, Wes," she told him.

Lifting his head, he looked at her. "How long were you in the vent above her?"

Anreson glanced back from where she was momentarily, before going back to tending Siee. "After I came to see you, or before?"

"Was it before, or after those monsters did this to her?"

"Both times I was there, were after."

Janson let silence hang for a few minutes, and Anreson began to gently apply the healing salve. "I saw the data disc," he told her quietly. "Did they do more to her later?"

Anreson turned to him, "Wedge let you see the disc?" she asked disbelievingly. Then she turned back to Siee, "I don't know. When I came back, she was curled up in the corner, asleep. She didn't really move all morning, until we got her out... she does have a few new bruises though, and a split lip...."

He shook his head, "Wedge didn't know I saw it. I watched from around the corner, and over his shoulder." He thought a moment then lifted his broken hand. "You know, I've only broken this hand one other time...."

"When?" she began to apply the bacta patches to Siee.

"When Warlord Maseel tried to do the same thing to my older sister... when we were teenagers," he tried to clench his fist, but winced.

She finished with Siee, and gathered up the old patches, tossing them into the trash on her way over to Wes. She held out a hand, "Let me see."

Obediently, he held out a hand. She frowned, "You broke it but good," she sighed, then pulled out some local anisthetics.

He pointed with his other hand to a scar just barely visable beneath the dried blood. "That's where Maseel's nose cut me...."

It took sixteen seperate shots to get his hand numb enough for her to set it. She pulled out a cleaning pad and wiped the blood from his hand before she began.

"I wonder where Belin's mark will go...?" he mused.

"In Hell," Anreson growled in reply vehemently as she began to reset the bones.

"If he's lucky.... I guess I have an impulse problem, it's the first thing I aim for when I'm really angry. But, when I hit a wall I use my left... can't break my right or I can't shoot."

"You know, the skull has the hardest bones in the body. Try aiming for something else next time," she shook her head. "I hope you'll be able to shoot again," she said quietly as she continued setting the bones.

He laughed, "Last time I didn't have access to bacta," he scoffed. "Just mom's herbal stuff."

"Well, then you should do fine."

He looked up, and waited until she did as well, so he could look to her eyes. "Does it scare you that both times I've ever punched a man with this hand, I've shattered their nose, and bones around it?"

"Should it?" she asked. "I doubt you'll ever be aiming for me, and it sounds to me that both men had it more than coming."

"I hope I never aim at you.... I aimed at Tycho once..." he looked to the cockpit. "I got stunned before I connected."

"Celchu had it coming then, I'm sure. But it's probably good you got stunned," she said quietly.

Silence rained for almost a quarter hour. Janson watched her set his hand uninterestedly, simply watching for something to do. After a while, he asked, "Is Tych okay?"

Anreson shrugged. "He's fine. A real pain in the brain, but he's fine."

He chuckled, "That's Tycho. Is he still mad at me?"

"I don't know," she shrugged again. "We haven't talked about you."

He nodded and fell silent again. Almost three-quarters of an hour passed as she meticulously set the bones in his right hand. His eyes closed, and his head dropped as he dozed off.

Anreson wrapped his hand in a bacta cast, to stabilize and heal it. If she kept up with it, he wouldn't need to be tanked right away. She shook his shoulder gently. "Wes...."

His head snapped up and he almost cracked it against the bulkhead. He blinked, "Huh?"

"You're done in, and I'm done with your hand. Find a place to sleep," she told him kindly.

He nodded, "You too, Doc."

She half smirked.

Janson stood and walked away, limping heavily because his hip wound still hadn't been treated.

She frowned, "Wait a minute, Wes."

He turned sleepily.

"You didn't fix up that hip, did you?" she said, more a statement than a question.

"A little pain to remind me how stupid I can be," he shrugged. "Pain never hurt anyone."

She frowned more deeply, "If it gets infected, don't come to me."

He let a smile tug at his lips, "But I have to. You're the CFS." He limped back to the foot of the bench where Siee lay, and curled up on the floor.

Anreson growled slightly and ruffled through her medkit for the sedative. She drew some out and went over to Janson. She stuck the needle in his arm, and pushed in the drug quickly.

His eyes popped open as he felt the sting of entry. "HEY! What are... you... dooooing...." his eyes closed.

Gently Anreson lay him out on the ground, then unbuttoned, unzipped, and pulled his pants down. She shook her head and chuckled as she pulled the bacta patch from a place not remotely near his wound. Then cleaned it up and put a patch on it. She pulled his pants back up for him, rebuttoning and zipping them, then situated him so he could sleep off the sedative without cramping.

With a sigh, she went to the 'fresher and ran a bit of cloth under some cold water. She gently brushed the bangs away from Siee's face, then lay the cloth on her forehead. "Did you ever get to tell him you loved him?" she whispered to the girl as she looked down on her. "Did he ever get to know?"

A tear fell from her eyes as she settled down on the floor beside Siee, leaning back against the bulkhead with a sad sigh. She set her chrono to wake her up in a few hours, then fell into an exhausted sleep as soon as she closed her eyes.

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