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*Laying flat on her stomach, Tal’kaela dearly wished for more privacy as the ship’s doctor tended to the slash wounds on the back of her legs. Though she was fully covered and decent, she hated being at all visible in a weakened and vulnerable state…what’s worse is that (of the several cloaked ships that could have beamed her up) it was Tomalak’s that responded first to her general distress call. Her brown eyes darted about nervously, intensely watching any medical personnel or patient that passed by. This state of hyper-alertness caused her to twitch like a startled cat when she caught sight of Riov Tomalak*
Hold still! *The Doctor D’mora scolded firmly* Unless you want me to have to use the restraints again. *She glanced up at Tomalak, then focused on the Uhlans wounds again, giving only a small acknowledgement* Riov.
*Tal’kaela avoided eye contact as the monitors displaying her vitals showed a sharp rise in her blood pressure. At this point, the skittish Uhlan was wondering if bleeding to death would have been a better option…*
