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iprotectyou) wrote2017-07-26 11:20 pm
iprotectyou) wrote2017-07-26 11:20 pm
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OOM/IM: The Ankle
Baze knows--he just knows--that Chirrut broke his ankle stepping into that rabbit hole during the sparring match with Ganymede. The larger man sucks in a breath as he holds his smaller friend in a bridal carry, carting him from the sparring grounds to the infirmary. Baze's concern screams in the Force, try as he might to remain nonchalant.
After they reach the infirmary, Baze gently sets Chirrut down on the exam table, crinkling the paper under him. The larger man locates the scanner, and starts booting it up. He growls as he carefully removes Chirrut's boot, revealing both swelling and bruising.
Then he passes the scanner over the bone, and frowns at the results.
"Well, you broke it," he snarls, worry scraping his temper raw. "We'll get some bacta, and after that, I'm taking you straight to bed."
After they reach the infirmary, Baze gently sets Chirrut down on the exam table, crinkling the paper under him. The larger man locates the scanner, and starts booting it up. He growls as he carefully removes Chirrut's boot, revealing both swelling and bruising.
Then he passes the scanner over the bone, and frowns at the results.
"Well, you broke it," he snarls, worry scraping his temper raw. "We'll get some bacta, and after that, I'm taking you straight to bed."
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The sorrow in the Force transmutes into mischief and joy. "Might even try a few new tricks I've been thinking up."
It won't take long for Baze and Chirrut to grab their staves so the three of them can head outside to spar....AGAIN.