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Post by Spectre on Sept 1, 2013 11:53:39 GMT -8
*Once the droid comes up to Specre, he pulls out a ripper faster than the normal eye can see and puts barely an inch form it's head. In the same motion at the same time he cocks the hammer back and takes out his other ripper at the ready for someone else to come in.*
"I'm no neurologist. But I am armed and neurotic bordering on psychotic. If anyone thinks they are going to remove me from this room, they better come heavier than a droid. Because nothing short of a Star destroyer is getting me out of here. "
*The droid can read Spectre's biorhythm's and see the dilation in his pupils that he was dead serious. The droid backs off and leaves without hesitation. Once it does Spectre relaxes but doesn't put his rippers away and stands in the corner where he can see everyone, giving him a strategic choke point on the door should security try to enter and try to remove him.*
"So continue as you were Doctor."
*As soon as things calm down they finish on Meony and Spectre doesn't even bat an amber eye at anything done to her. If she died, she wouldn't be alone for long. The Goddess would have company soon after.*
*Dr. Ramaela can feel what he feels and gets thingy to locate the offending "bug" as it were. Something told Spectre that somehow the Goddess had the attention of some unwelcome individuals. He would have to find out if he could, who had sent this mechanical creature and why. That would have to come later as he assumes his position back in the corner.*
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Post by Deleted on Sept 1, 2013 16:55:59 GMT -8
Caoimhe eyed the deluded Mandalorian as she notices he hadn't left during the operation. He was damn right he wasn't a neurologist and she would stab him in the knee with a scalpel if she wasn't merely just consulting on the case. She however just held his gaze, wondering just how foolish he was to think that having stayed in the room during the op was going to help his friend
=Caoimhe Morviael=
Well you can be sure you'll have only yourself to blame if she ends up with an infection because you wanted to 'keep' close...
She then turned to Lyssa and nodded as the other woman complimented her on her work. She then picked up Meony's file and made a quick couple of notes in it regarding the operation as she spoke to Lyssa
=Caoimhe Morviael=
Well I am sure everything will be fine, but be sure to change the dressings regularly and check for any discolouration or signs of infection. I'd hate to lose her because of an infection.
She then placed the file down again, before nodding to Lyssa as she made her way around the bed and then out of the door out into the hallways, headed back towards her office, unless another case called her elsewhere
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Post by Atia on Sept 3, 2013 9:39:19 GMT -8
From the Emergency Room Hangar Bay/Casualty Reception AreaSo you know how you have some days where you just wished you never got out of bed? Well...today might be one of those days. Allow me to introduce Thingamajig, sometimes known as Thingy for short (and also to protect against copyright lawyers) or even – and still for reasons unknown – Maggie. So, what is Thingamajig? Well, oddly enough, especially for a galaxy full of some of the craziest things you’ll ever see, Thingamajig is actually a living disembodied arm belonging to a girl who by the way lives on this planet too, and yes, she’s not dead, and she’s actually regrown the arm that she’d lost a year or so prior to a strange incident that I won’t bother going into because it’ll just take too long and I’m attention deficit myself so I will never finish explaining to you how Thingamajig came to be. The short story is, Petrisya Skyrah, super-Force-user extraordinaire got her entire right arm chopped off. She regrew a replacement, and the chopped off arm, instead of rotting and decaying, was so imbued with the Force, took on a life of its own, and now dwells in the RDMC as a literal helping hand. Not. A. Joke.
So what has this got to do with anything? Well, for the crew of the Endorian Endo planning to possibly abduct a sweet innocent young girl for reasons unknown to myself, this’ll have to do with everything. Thingamajig, the friendly disembodied arm of Petrisya is flying around (yes she can fly! Isn’t that awesome?!?) when it decides (just by random chance) to go through the air ducts, where (coincidentally), a certain little spy spider is oh, I don’t know, invading the privacy of patients? Well, Thingy, being the curious little arm that she is, stops at the spider, and gently taps it on the head wonderingly, getting a feel for it. After deciding that tapping the spider spy cam on the head from behind is a little ineffective, the arm zips off at cartoonishly high speed, leaving the air ducts and entering the very room belonging to the poor girl who’s been through the wringer. Thingy floats into view of the spider’s “eye”, until she is almost completely blocking the view of the young redhead (But it’s still pretty darn obvious that the arm...is not attached to anything else, and it is an honest to goodness disembodied flying arm). Thingy then cheerfully waves at the camera, trying to say “hi” to whatever voyeurs are behind that camera. -Scott T- "Aaaaand we have picture on the target. Geeez... she looks kriffed up man..." -Kirkwood- "Yeah... tottaly. What the heck does Bateman want with THAT? She is like.... cut up and shait." -Scott T- "No Idea boss, its just... Whoah... what was that? Something just shook the spybot." -Kirkwood- "Look around man, look ar.... arm. Jeepus, we are done for maaan we are... where... where did that arm come from?" -Scott T- "Its... its gone. I dont know boss, it looked as if... as if it came from nowhere. NO ONE!" -Kirkwood- "Shait... that was... scary man. Dont do that again." -Scott T- "DO WHAT? I didnt do anything! And its gone anyways... lets check on our bride..." As the spycam went back to look at the room, all on the endorian shrieked at the sight of the hand.
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Lyssa Ramaela
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Post by Lyssa Ramaela on Sept 9, 2013 1:26:49 GMT -8
Everything happened almost at once. Thingy zipped into the vent with much vigor, guns were pulled unnecessarily, Lyssa visibly facepalmed as she shook her head in exasperation, and Thingy returned seconds later with 'the bug'. Bouncing up and down in the air, rather comically, Thingy reveals her prize of the small spider looking spybot in her palm. Eying the spying device carefully, Lyssa gently picked it up from it's resting spot and turned it over a few times inspecting it with a look of concentration on her face. Apparently the security system needed to be upgraded in the RDMC. If a simple spybot could bypass it, then no telling what else was lurking around. She made a mental note to speak with Ali and Jena about that later as she wrapped her fingers around the device and used the Force to send a small surge of power through the spybot to hopefully disable it. The power surge would not damage the spybot as a whole, just disable the electronics of it so it could still be studied to hopefully find out who sent it, and why. Turning to a security scanner on the counter top, she placed the spybot on the tray and let the scanner take scans of it from all angles. The scans were then automatically sent to the security offices so security personnel could begin studying the images. Lyssa removed the spybot from the tray and handed it to Spectre so he could look it over.
"We'll have security look at the scans of the bot. You can look over the bot, itself, and see if you might recognize anything about it like any markings or other familiar features like that."
Moving over to the bed that held Meony, she quickly examined all of the girls wounds before checking the monitors and adjusting the I.V. line in Meony's arm. Once she was satisfied that everything was fine for now, she folded her arms across her chest and met the Mando's gaze again. "She's doing good right now. Her vital signs are stable and she's healing at a more normal rate which is what we wanted. I'll be back to check on her in a few hours, until then there will be a couple of nurses and med droids in and out of here checking on her also. Please don't get too trigger happy when they come in. We kind of like to keep our staff intact.
If you want anything to eat, there's a cafeteria where you can get some food or tell one of the nurses or med droids and they'll get it for you. If you need me for anything just comlink me. "
She handed him her direct comlink sequence before walking to the doorway of the room and speaking again. 'She'll be okay, Spectre. She just needs rest and time to heal....physically and mentally." With a reassuring smile, she walked out of the room while motioning for Thingy to follow so they could leave Spectre and Meony in peace, and disappeared to other parts of the RDMC....
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Post by Way Too Many Characters on Sept 11, 2013 5:39:42 GMT -8
Thingy clasps her fingers together and “nods” at Lyssa, then turns and waves at Spectre before flying after Lyssa, zipping left and right to either side of the woman flying around her like a loving puppy before taking off down a corridor ahead of the woman.
There goes the most hyperactive arm that ever lived.
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Post by Spectre on Sept 11, 2013 16:26:39 GMT -8
*When Thingy retrieves the spybot, he got concerned. When the doctor asks him if he's seen it before or can identify it's markings he shakes his head no. However, he did get the nagging feeling like he did have a good idea of whom it belonged to. He would have to stay with Meony. Someone was taking an awful a lot of effort to keep an eye on her. Just in the past day it seems she was the target of some terrible destiny with the way she was treated in the past several hours. With the exception of the Doctors here on Honoghr of course. Spectre nods and waves as thingy goes away and smiles when Dr. Ramaela leaves. He was hungry, but he'll have to wait for Meony to wake up. Again he looks at the 5 point leaf on his wrist, he wasn't sure if he was ready for this. He'd have to be, as he did make her a vow to call her his own. He moves his seat next to Meony, watching the door with a ripper out at the ready. You never know what could happen next in this crazy galaxy. Even in a safe place like a hospital.*
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Post by Archer/Kestral on Oct 30, 2013 18:15:50 GMT -8
Jena silently listened to his brief explanation of what he could remember of his past from the shattered fragments of his mind. Taking note of the tears coming from his eyes, she could sense the remorse. She also noticed that his heart rate sped up. Moving closer, she drew on the Force as she put a hand on his arm to help calm him. This was obviously not working when he was screaming the word "WHY?!" over and over again, then his shaking body suddenly went limp and the bottom dropped out of his vital signs. Raising an eyebrow, Jena stepped on the foot pedal beneath the bed, thus lowering it to her waist level, and began issuing orders to the med droid as she ripped open the hospital issue gown on Two's body and began with chest compressions/CPR. The med droid brought the portable defibrillator over next to the bedside and within Jena's reach then began administering a mixture of drugs through the I.V. in Two's arm. Nurse Helga, a rather rotund woman, had entered the room having heard the alarms from the monitors and began helping Jena and the med droid. Jena glanced at the monitors, while still performing chest compressions/CPR, and frowned. Grabbing the paddles of the defibrillator, she first made sure the machine was charged as Helga applied some gel to the paddles. After rubbing the paddles together, Jena placed them on specific areas on Two's chest."CLEAR!"The droid and Helga had moved back from the bed when Jena shouted and the machine sent a surge of electricity through the paddles and into Two's body. Lifting the paddle from Two's chest, Jena looked at the monitors again. There was no change, he still was in cardiac arrest. Silently cursing, she turned the dial on the defib machine up to the next level and prepared the paddles again while she issued more orders to Helga and the droid."I need a shot of adrenaline/epinephrine, ASAP! Let's hope Mr. Two is the fighter he just claimed to be.
And...CLEAR!"Settling the paddles on Two's chest once again, she looked at the monitors as she felt his body jump under the shock of the defib machine. There was a little jump on the heart monitor and Jena sucked in a deep breath, praying that it wouldn't just stop at a couple of beats. Tossing the paddles on the tray table beside the defib machine, she took the over sized syringe that Helga handed to her. It was fitted with a special needle designed to go through the breast bone to enable a doctor to shoot the medication directly into the patients heart. Taking another deep breath and letting it out, Jena did just that. She thrust the needle into Two's chest and depressed the plunger, delivering the adrenaline straight into Two's heart. Removing the needle from his chest and tossing it onto the bedside tray, she eyed the monitor once again. Another few blips crossed the screen, until it settled into a semi-steady rhythm. Helga had put an oxygen mask over the mans face, and had another syringe on hand just in case Jena needed to give him another shot. Two was indeed a fighter, but the next few moments would still be critical if his heart and body decided to play some more games with them.... It had been just minutes but felt like a lifetime to 'Two'. All the action which was happening around him was slowed down to a crawl, ripples forming as if the whole scene was just under the surface of a calm pond being gently caressed by a lazy breeze. This feeling came to a sharp and abrupt halt as the needle pierced his heart and the plunger pressed, flooding his system with pure adrenalin. His eyes shot open, chest heaved as he started involuntary to sit straight up, arms outstretching towards his 'Angel'. Vision starting to focus and sharpen, what were once fuzzy distant blurs became crisp and clean, eyes darting around the room as his ears picked up every sound.. Hos eyes met his saviour's and he began to smile... "Well, that's one way to wake a guy up!" Then just as quickly, he began to fall back down to the pillow, his head dizzy and his body fully exhausted. Brought back from the brink of death, 'Two' lives on.... |
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Post by Jena Shaewe on Nov 1, 2013 10:44:43 GMT -8
Jena heaved a sigh of relief when 'Two' began to respond to the treatment. The shot of adrenaline to the heart did the trick as he began moving and trying to sit up. His body was, and would be, weak from years in the coma but that didn't stop him from trying to reach out to her. Smiling, she gently took hold of his hands and pushed them carefully down beside him on the bed.
"It was the only way to wake you up, Two. You almost checked out on us and we can't have that. Just lie back and rest now. You've been through a lot since you awoke."
She smiled again as she checked the I.V. lines and monitors again while Helga took the defibrillator machine away back in it's designated corner....
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Post by Lyssa Ramaela on Dec 28, 2013 0:30:33 GMT -8
Continuation of Krystal/Meony, Spectre, and Lyssa's RP
Months had passed since the girl known as Meony had been brought into the RDMC with severe injuries. Lyssa and Cammy had done their best to patch the girl up but she still remained in an unexplainable coma even though all of her other injuries had healed properly. The two doctors had taken turns checking up on her and running numerous tests, trying everything from the Force to conventional medicine, but no answer could be found, as of yet, so they just chalked it up to a 'healing coma' of sorts. Hydrating and nourishing I.V. lines were kept in place so Meony continued to get the nourishment and the liquids her body needed and they had moved her to a more private part of the hospital where there was a nurse or a med droid watching over her at all times. Spectre, the amnesiac Mandalorian, still hung around the area at times also, seemingly getting along with all that crossed his path - though he seemed a little lost since his "Moon Goddess" had been in comatose state.
Now as Lyssa stood going over all of the latest tests and scans, she was still mystified as to why Meony was in this catatonic state. With a sigh, she placed the datapad back in it's holder beside the bed and folded her arms across her chest.
"Well Meony, there's still no change. What's going on in that head of yours - and why are you staying silent on the matter? What happened that has traumatized you so much that you won't wake up and join us? You are now perfectly healthy otherwise, except for your refusal to join us in the real world again. Why is that, why won't you wake up, amie?"
She always spoke to Meony when she came to check on her in hopes that the girl could possibly hear her words somewhere in that sleeping brain of hers. She encouraged everyone else that took care of Meony to do the same. Studies had shown that talking to, or touching, a comatose person sometimes helped them find their way back to a state of awareness, and at this point they had been willing to try anything that would give even the slightest amount of reaction from the girl. Sighing again, Lyssa looked down at Meony's prone form while softly brushing a lock of hair away from the girls forehead. With a thoughtful expression on her face she turned from the bed and silently walked out of the room....
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Post by Spectre on Jan 31, 2014 9:59:26 GMT -8
Continuation of Krystal/Meony, Spectre, and Lyssa's RPMonths had passed since the girl known as Meony had been brought into the RDMC with severe injuries. Lyssa and Cammy had done their best to patch the girl up but she still remained in an unexplainable coma even though all of her other injuries had healed properly. The two doctors had taken turns checking up on her and running numerous tests, trying everything from the Force to conventional medicine, but no answer could be found, as of yet, so they just chalked it up to a 'healing coma' of sorts. Hydrating and nourishing I.V. lines were kept in place so Meony continued to get the nourishment and the liquids her body needed and they had moved her to a more private part of the hospital where there was a nurse or a med droid watching over her at all times. Spectre, the amnesiac Mandalorian, still hung around the area at times also, seemingly getting along with all that crossed his path - though he seemed a little lost since his "Moon Goddess" had been in comatose state.
Now as Lyssa stood going over all of the latest tests and scans, she was still mystified as to why Meony was in this catatonic state. With a sigh, she placed the datapad back in it's holder beside the bed and folded her arms across her chest."Well Meony, there's still no change. What's going on in that head of yours - and why are you staying silent on the matter? What happened that has traumatized you so much that you won't wake up and join us? You are now perfectly healthy otherwise, except for your refusal to join us in the real world again. Why is that, why won't you wake up, amie?"She always spoke to Meony when she came to check on her in hopes that the girl could possibly hear her words somewhere in that sleeping brain of hers. She encouraged everyone else that took care of Meony to do the same. Studies had shown that talking to, or touching, a comatose person sometimes helped them find their way back to a state of awareness, and at this point they had been willing to try anything that would give even the slightest amount of reaction from the girl. Sighing again, Lyssa looked down at Meony's prone form while softly brushing a lock of hair away from the girls forehead. With a thoughtful expression on her face she turned from the bed and silently walked out of the room....
*Time goes on like this for days. Spectre leaves only to eat and clean himself and only for a few minutes at a time. Ever vigilant, ever hopeless. Like an old guard to pitiful to be dismissed. Silently hoping for something to give him that purpose he once felt.* |
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Post by Lyssa Ramaela on Feb 6, 2014 5:10:10 GMT -8
Lyssa had been making her rounds to check on her patients when she stopped in the open doorway of Meony's room, silently watching Spectre. Folding her arms across her chest, she leaned a shoulder against the doorway while she studied the Mandalorian thoughtfully for a moment.
"There's still no change, ami. With her physiology, she may be asleep for months, or years....until her body is ready, in it's own good time, to come out of the comatose state."
Her eyes traveled to Meony's sleeping form then up to the monitors above the bed. All of her vital signs were still stable and the nourishing I.V. still dripped life giving fluids into her body. A physical therapist even came in every other day, or so, to work the young woman's muscles to prevent them from atrophying. Though to be fair, they weren't even sure atrophy would, or could, develop with Meony's rapid healing ability. So now, for the last few weeks, the therapist would come in and stimulate the young woman's muscles, as more of a precaution than anything. Now all they had to do was wait for Meony's body to decide it wanted to awaken....
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Post by Spectre on Feb 6, 2014 20:10:13 GMT -8
Lyssa had been making her rounds to check on her patients when she stopped in the open doorway of Meony's room, silently watching Spectre. Folding her arms across her chest, she leaned a shoulder against the doorway while she studied the Mandalorian thoughtfully for a moment."There's still no change, ami. With her physiology, she may be asleep for months, or years....until her body is ready, in it's own good time, to come out of the comatose state." Her eyes traveled to Meony's sleeping form then up to the monitors above the bed. All of her vital signs were still stable and the nourishing I.V. still dripped life giving fluids into her body. A physical therapist even came in every other day, or so, to work the young woman's muscles to prevent them from atrophying. Though to be fair, they weren't even sure atrophy would, or could, develop with Meony's rapid healing ability. So now, for the last few weeks, the therapist would come in and stimulate the young woman's muscles, as more of a precaution than anything. Now all they had to do was wait for Meony's body to decide it wanted to awaken....
"I know. I keep sitting here, hoping she'll wake any second. Like some pitiful old guard too proud to realize his time is past. Too proud to realize he failed." |
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Post by Lyssa Ramaela on Feb 19, 2014 5:34:40 GMT -8
"You didn't fail, Spectre." Lyssa said as she pushed away from the door frame she'd been leaning against and walked to Meony's bedside. Looking down at the young woman, she continued.
"You didn't fail....because she is here, and she is alive. She may be in a comatose state, but she's still alive, and breathing on her own without a ventilation tube down her throat. That's a vast improvement over what her condition was when you first brought her in."
She leveled her gaze on the Mandalorian, a somewhat thoughtful look on her face when she spoke again. "Never think you failed her, ami. She survived whatever was done to her because of you - because you had enough wits about you to seek out help for her even though you were wounded too. Never feel like you've failed. Failing is when you never do anything at all. You, at least, did something when you saw that she needed help. That's more than can be said for the ones who did this to her in the first place."
Sliding her hands into the pockets of her colorful scrub pants, she eyed Spectre with interest. She wasn't sure if her words would have any impact on his feelings that he failed Meony, but she hoped that he would snap out of this seemingly self imposed funk he'd been in since he and the young woman arrived at the RDMC. Sensing that she wouldn't get a response anytime soon out of the big man, Lyssa quietly turned and walked out of the room leaving the Mandalorian to his own thoughts. She figured if he wanted to talk, then he would eventually find her again. Until then, Lyssa and the rest of the staff would continue to monitor Meony's progress and maybe one day the young woman would wake up and rejoin them.
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Post by Archer/Kestral on Feb 25, 2014 5:44:03 GMT -8
Jena heaved a sigh of relief when 'Two' began to respond to the treatment. The shot of adrenaline to the heart did the trick as he began moving and trying to sit up. His body was, and would be, weak from years in the coma but that didn't stop him from trying to reach out to her. Smiling, she gently took hold of his hands and pushed them carefully down beside him on the bed."It was the only way to wake you up, Two. You almost checked out on us and we can't have that. Just lie back and rest now. You've been through a lot since you awoke."She smiled again as she checked the I.V. lines and monitors again while Helga took the defibrillator machine away back in it's designated corner.... Two has been in a steady recovery now for a few weeks, enjoying the feeling of being alive once again. He especially enjoys it when his doctor visits him for the routine check-ups where they have a small but polite bit of banter. A few days ago he asked for any personal belongings that he had on his person to be brought to him to se if they can jog his memory. Still he knows nothing about his past, apart from these troubling flashbacks of what may be himself and what must be his mentor killing over and over again... He wakes up screaming most nights, covered in a cold sweat, tears streaming down his cheeks. Obviously something was terribly wrong, but he cant figure out how to unscramble the truth from his imagination, let alone talk about it yet. But the crush he has had since first meeting his beautiful doctor remains, and that is what he clings onto. Just a small glimmer of hope in his non-existent life... |
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Post by Jena Shaewe on Jul 2, 2014 1:15:38 GMT -8
NPC: Helga, the efficient but sometimes gruff nurse, stopped in to check on Two. Dr. Shaewe was busy elsewhere in the med center so Helga was taking the good Doctors rounds for some of the less needy patients. Two, since his reawakening thanks to Dr. Shaewe and a defibrillator, was one of those patients. Poking her head in the room, she spied him sitting up in his bed looking at some of his personal items that had been brought to him. Taking a step into the room, Helga looked Two over."Dr. Shaewe ask me to look in on joo, Mister Two. Joo are lookink veery healty today. How do joo feel? Joo eating vell, and gettink a little meat on jur bones, I see. Do joo remember anytink yet?"She looked over his medical chart while she talked. He was eating better as the days past and was indeed getting exercise thanks to rehab to help rebuild some of the muscle mass he'd lost during his comatose state. Over all, he seemed to be on the mend, but still couldn't remember his past or where he came from. Helga knew that these things take time and sometimes an amnesiac never recovered the memories they lost. She wasn't sure if Two would ever recover any memories, but then maybe it was a good thing that he didn't. What if the memories were detrimental to his recovery? On the other hand, what if they were pleasant memories? What if he was happily married and had a wife and children waiting for him somewhere in the galaxy and they were just waiting for him to come home? Helga shook all those thoughts from her head and focused on the task at hand while she updated Twos chart and waited patiently for him to answer her.
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Post by Archer/Kestral on Jul 23, 2014 15:17:28 GMT -8
Two smiled at Helga as she entered and made her observations. He was turning what seemed to be a small black cube over and over in his hands, juggling from one to the other before setting it on the food tray in front of him.
He had regained nothing in the way of memories old or new as of yet and for now didn't give a toss. If he did, he would try and deal with it or start his life anew.
He only spent a small amount of time now wondering about his origins and how he came to be in his current whereabouts and condition, but most of his efforts were concentrated on getting his body ready to take on everyday challenges again.
As Helga has observed, Two has a good appetite, and it shows in his physique whereas his body was more bone then flesh due to the comatose state he has been in, he now has filled out a bit more, and he has been itching to get out and about getting some sort of extended exercise regime started although it would be a slow process, and the rehab was indeed going well apart from short but frequent rest breaks.
He is amazed to find that he loves the sweet taste of a certain fruit in his current meal, a lot like a pineapple. He even has a certain nod-nod, wink-wink agreement with one of the medical droids who will supply him more then enough of the fruit, as long as Two somehow smuggles said droid out and about for a bit of adventure at somepoint in the future.
Helga probably knows about this arrangement, and hopefully will not put a stop to it thinks the patient as he absent mindedly shoves more fruit into his mouth before smiling at the taste before it disappears down his gullet.
"I am feeling a lot better thank you, is it possible to get out of bed and go for a walk or a jog at somepoint? I know i would have to undergo some physiowhatsathiny first and all that.
Nothing has come back to me memory-wise so far, but this cube.. I think it may be part of something larger, like a computer component possibly, I have noticed some strange markings and groves i cant make head or foot of.."
In goes another price of fruity sweetness and he lays back again, feeling exhausted, slight headache emerging.
"Can i get something for a bit of headache please too?"
He looked at Helga and smiled a little as her words seemed to tickle something in him, a few of the other staff members joked that she was a 2 foot dwarf with tufts of hair growing everywhere, and her bedside manners was likened to brushing the teeth of a Wookie, which of course none of this was true.
He did wonder where and what his previous doctor was doing right now as he liked her presence more then any other in this facility but obviously other patients and matters had to be delt with.
In plops another price of fruit. Yummy
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Post by Jena Shaewe on Aug 9, 2014 23:51:34 GMT -8
Helga eyed Two carefully as he spoke in between bites of his food. She was happy to see, even if it didn't show on her face, that he was indeed regaining his appetite and she knew Dr. Shaewe would be happy about that too. He was starting to gain some of the weight back that he had lost during his convalescence. Helga made a note of all of this in his medical files before she answered his questions."I see no probleems wit joo getting up and valkink around gettink some exersize, Mr. Two, as long as joo feel like joo are able to. Doktor Shaewe has told us zhat is vwould be okey vhen joo were strong enuff. There iz some exersize equipment in zee rehab room joo can use too if joo want. And for joor headache joo can ave some mild pain keelers designed for such tings."She looked down at the datapad in her hands again making another quick note before her curiosity about the cube he had set down by his food tray had gotten the better of her. She usually wasn't too nosy about such things, but something about Two intrigued her."Meybee eet was part of joor ship or somethink? Or meybee it's one of those holotingymajigs dat zee jedi and Sith use? Or meybe eets just some harmless bauble dat joo picked eet up on your travels somewhere. A souveneer or sometink like dat, meybee? I'm sure joo will remember sometink eventually. These tings ave a vay of workink themselves out, joo know."A small reassuring smile crept across her face as she reached into the pocket of her white lab coat and brought out a small bottle the medicine for his headache. Placing it on the tray beside the cube and his plate, she entered some more information into his file while a med droid refilled the water pitcher on his bedside table. Helga, in the meantime, had sent the updates to his main file in the hospital records before slipping the data pad into it's slot on the wall then turned her attention back to Two."Joo can take two of those tablets every 7 hours if joo need too. Doktor Shaewe vwill probably vant to take some more scans of joor head sometime soon to see if there's an underlying problem dats causink zee headaches. Until den, joo can start exersizing as I told joo earlier. Just don't over do eet. Vhen joo get tired den joo must rest and not over exert joorself. Understand?" She met his gaze, waiting for confirmation that he understood, as he plopped another piece of fruit into his mouth.
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Jemima Sacharo
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Post by Jemima Sacharo on Dec 5, 2014 21:42:06 GMT -8
It was not lost on her how her friend Anzhelina had reacted when they both saw that Wayfarer-class ship descend. She'd shouted a name, "Ade", when she processed what she saw. So Jemima thought her new (and only) friend might appreciate "Ade" getting some fairly first-class treatment and a private room in the hospital. Pulling some authority now that she'd managed to save a life, Jemima had him moved here, and arranged for minimal security, since she doubted he was going to be a flight risk, and plus, she wasn't aware if he had any criminal connections or not. Then again, the people that came out of that ship weren't exactly official looking people. More like frontiersmen. Outer Rim folk.
But she shouldn't judge based on appearances, especially since she knew nothing about these people. So she stepped out after making sure the man was settled in comfortably, and decided to try and find Anzhelina to find out more.
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Krystal "Meony" Tancredi
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Post by Krystal "Meony" Tancredi on Dec 6, 2014 14:58:39 GMT -8
My eyelids feel heavy, and there's a throbbing sensation all over my body when I slowly, and with difficulty, open my eyes. I feel really confused, and my lips are dry. I lick my lips and try to get a sense of where I am. And my next wonder is who am I? I don't remember or recognize anything. And it doesn't take long before I'm making noises that do not make sense even to myself. “H-hello? He-help...”
My heart beats so fast and so hard in my chest, I wonder how nobody hears it. And I grip something metallic with such force, that I hear the sound of something whining and almost giving way in m hand. When I look down, I notice that the metal of the bed on one side has bent inwards, leaving behind marks of my hand. “Whuh?”
Fear grips me, and I scream.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 6, 2014 16:33:24 GMT -8
Leon had remained close by to Adrien's side as much as possible, not so much out of a deep care, but more so out of duty, making sure to answer any questions about Adrien, going so far as to say his name was Jean-Luc Picard, that being the first name that he could come up with when they needed a name to put on the medical charts and other related documentation. He briefly thanked the female doctor that had saved Adrien's life, before taking a seat next to the door once she had gone off in search of her friend, since whilst he had no doubt the RDMC security system was high tech, there was no guarantee someone with a grudge against Adrien did not have a high enough clearance to get access to him
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