He wasn’t going to stop now. Not when his target was in plain sight. The mere fact alone that the computer working was a celestial miracle in the most unlikeliest of forms. Besides, perhaps this call would be the only working one. Maybe this single call was just a stroke of luck. And luck was a term he’d use loosely.
No matter the situation, to ignore his superior was something that he would not want to do. Not if it’s important, which it had to be. He was scheduled to have a talk with the Count later on. This, however, this was early. And unlike how it was planned out, he wasn’t the one actually calling his superior. It was the other way around.
Despite his wheezing, despite the tears that leaked from his face, he was temporarily blinded, and when he made it into the other room, the calling of the medic only caused him to look over his shoulder as he passed the doorway. With the best of his abilities looking through the tear filled vision, he slammed his hand on the door, and clicked on what he believed was the lock, fully convinced that he had sealed anyone from coming into the room with him.
And even if he had any sense of doubt within him, he wasn’t about to turn around and go back to press on the lock. Count Dooku didn’t need to wait, and the curiosity and the plausible weight on his shoulders by what was on the other side of the call kept him focused.
The only problem as he went along, when he got to halfway to the other side of the room to his target, his vision remained blurry. And he didn’t see the chair in front of him, leaving him to stumble a bit, but never once stopped his advanced. There was another chair, and another one that made him wheeze from the impact, but it still didn’t stop him.
The sound of Ju’uno getting closer by each footstep did not bother him, worry-free as he ignorantly believed that he was going to be in peace for the duration of the call, as a hologram began to manifest from the computer in front of him. Initially a bit blurry, and fuzzy, the coughing General slammed a fist on the computer, causing it to hiccup, but adjusting itself in the process so that a clear manifestation of who was on the other end formed.
Inclining his head, he merely greeted the other before him, and just as his ‘Master’ was about to speak, the look on the Count’s face deepened with disappointment as he, once more, began hacking and wheezing.
"I was checking in early because of a change of plans, but it seems, General, if you are not able to even stay in place competently without issue, perhaps I should reconsider your position—"
There was a worried expression in the Kaleesh’s eyes, but he couldn’t speak, only as he was clutching his chest and struggling to breathe, right in front of his superior.
And he couldn’t even think through his respiratory problem, that he shouldn’t have locked those doors earlier.
He was fortunate, in his hurrying, that he hadn't locked those doors.
There was a brief moment where she worried he had, hearing the successful click as the locking mechanisms fell into their respective chambers, and closed the entry way. Her pace only quickened, coming to now jog down the hall until the idea of his state worsening brought her to a full sprint. She was thankful for the amount of leg she was given, because she was able to use it to arrive to the room shortly after his transmission had begun with the Count.
She ignored the goosebumps that riddled her skin when she heard his voice.
Once she arrived at the doors, she was taken back when they had opened for her. Had he not been reduced to a suffocating mess on the floor, she might have actually smiled in relief. No, instead a look of concentration forms on her features, and she wastes no time entering the room and racing to the side of the cyborg, augmented servos grasping his shoulder before looking up. She made eye contact with the face of the Sith Lord, and for a moment, she felt her entire body run cold. It was obvious, the look in her eyes.
Fear.
"...My apologies, My lord. I have to attend to the General." Were her only words before she switched the transmission off.
Stupid. What an absolutely stupid reflex, but it had to be done. She would have to swallow her pride and face her reprimanding like an adult later. With the syringe in hand, she moved in the line of sight of the general, trying to use her free hand to gain access to the armor covering his chest.
"General, I know it's difficult but you have to try and control your breathing. Your condition is far worse than I thought. Hold on." She urged, concentrating on the cyborg. She was prepared, she just wished she didn't have to resort to these measures.
Damn.
