Randomize it - Show a little skin meme - ♋
Show A Little Skin Meme | Send a symbol for my Muse’s reaction to yours unintentionally (?):
❀ - BONUS TOUCH EDITION: Asking your Muse to help put sun screen / lotion / medical salve on a wound anywhere else(♋ Reverse)
Hirani hissed as she laid down on her stomach in the med bay. No matter how hard she tried to mask her pain, by the Force it hurt to have the back of your thighs grazed by blaster fire. She hadn’t noticed at the moment, her adrenaline pumping far too hard for her to recognize the smell of burned flesh, or the material of her leggings melting to her legs, but now that the mission was over, she most certainly made up for that lack of recognition.
With a grunt of pain, she lifted herself, glancing at the table next to her, where Tech was carefully having his armor removed, the Doctor droid working as quickly as he could under the circumstances. Tech had taken the brunt of it, and she felt her stomach drop, knowing it had been her job to keep him protected. But he would live, he was just in need of medical attention to keep it from getting worse. She glanced over her shoulder to see Jaro filling the doorway, helmet tucked under his arm and expression troubled.
“Jaro. I need you to cut my leggings off, and then to put bacta on these.”
The Commando stiffened, eyes darting between her face and her thighs. He wasn’t a doctor, he was better at blowing people apart than putting them back together.
“Needs to focus on Tech. Please, I can’t do it myself.”
His brow knitted, but reluctantly he set his helmet down, grabbing a tube of bacta and a pair of medical scissors. Hirani laid her head back down, closing her eyes and trying to keep herself calm. She let out another soft hiss as he carefully cut away the material of her leggings, forced to pull the melted pieces from her skin and away from the wound. It hurt, but she expected that. So did he. Then he applied the bacta.
“Oh,” she shivered suddenly, voice shuddering, “Oh stars.”
It had been so long since she had been so badly injured, she had almost forgotten what the gel felt like when applied directly, not through a patch or while she meditated in a tank. It was smooth and she expected it to be cold or to continue the burning, but instead it tingled, and left her wounds feeling.... Warm. Not hot, but a nice, lukewarm. She sighed, not realizing that Jaro had abruptly pulled away, hands held up as if he was proclaiming his innocence. The twi’lek paused, realizing that the warm sensation was fading, and opened her eyes, glancing back at him.
“Jaro, I’m serious. Just a little more, and then we can bandage them up,” he didn’t look convinced, so she continued, “Please. I know.... What’s the saying? ‘Girls like scars’? But I’d rather not have them here. Almost done, I promise.”
