In the sickbay hung the scent of disinfectant so thickly it was like a heavy blanket pressing down on the patients and medics. It was a imnprovised room, one of the storagehalls of the starhangar in which the cargoboxes had been shoved to the side and whichs middle was now covered with gourneys and simple sleepingmats on which the injured were sleeping on.
After the first few hours the noises in the hall had died down, what had before been a loud storm of screams, groans and crying wwas not nothing but wave after wave of the sound of quiet breathing and a few low conversations that were so quiet they were barely hearable.
Although the situation had relaxed, Ziv was still walking hasty between the rows of beds from one patient to the next to check on their well-beeing even when most of thepatient were now no longer in danger or even already as fresh as a daisy as the Tynnan had noticed when one of the imperial soldiers had reached out the moment she had turned away from him and pulled her tail like a annoying child. It had been a mistake by that soldier he had only done once, as Ziv had promptly leaned back to him and remembered him which NhM exactly was rationating his painkillers as long as he was on this planet.
This had been enough to make the Soldier decide to lay down and heal in quietness, his hands neatly folded on his chest.
Or maybe it had been the fact that the Soldier had been able to watch Zivs claws dig into the leathery material of the sleepingmat beside the Soldiers head like into butter while she had
(threatened him)
remainded him about the rationizing of painkillers.
For a few seconds the Tynnan had now stopped in her rotation through the narrow corridors between the beds to adjust the gloves over her small paws- the goves were made for humanoidhands and while Ziv always needed etxra protection when she was working with Bacta, the gloves not only had a finger too much but also they were cutting in the sensetive webbing of the Tynnans paws which felt now after hours almost as if razors were cutting, cutting, cutting, into the thin skin between her fingers.
It was when, when she frustrated grunting pinched on the gloves to stop them pressing against the webbing, when a Kelari lily was held in her field of vision.
The Kelari Lily was a deep crimson red spotted with even darker flecks that shimmered in the light like liquid and made the petals look like fresh blood, which was after all one of the reasons why the Lily was such a good medical herb as mixed in food it triggered the bloodproduction and enhanced the healing of wounds. The long petals, soft and almost a little downy to the touch, could be used as gauze pads and would be antiseptic to the wound, which made the lily a good medical tool when the modern medical devices.
Squinting her eyes to thin slits Ziv peered over the petals of the lily to the meager whirl of greys and pink that were the humanoids face for the young womans horrible myoptic eyesight.
“You want to stock up the sickbays storage of Lillies or are you trying to charm the medic?”, the Tynnan smiled yet her left ear rose up which might was her species equivalent of a irritated rised eyebrow: “For if its the first its not working because its only one kriffing flower, and if its the latter, then the medic is very kriffing confused, but you have her kriffing attention.”