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[OOM: Mara has a surgery, then wakes up...looking crappy.]

The door opens, and a pale, sallow skinned Mara Jade Skywalker pads through the door in hospital garb, a robe held tightly around her. One sleeve of the robe is bloody, from a ripped out IV.

She looks disoriented, then worried, turning to make sure the door is still there.

She shakily heads to a table and sits. Maybe getting up so soon wasn't a good idea.

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"Then you ought to go back. Or at least see a healer here. You look terrible." And if you listen closely, the concern is creeping into his voice. He didn't even reprimand her for the cheeky reply.

"I'm actually the best I've been in a month and a few days." Mara says, smiling weakly. "I have a new kidney, and I'm not paralysed."

"While that is all positive, it still does not justify your being out of bed." Nope, we've hit a plateau for a little bit. Not getting any happier with useless excuses like this.

"In a little bit. I don't think I can stand." Mara mumbles, curling up in the chair, wincing softly.

Typically he'd offer to carry her, then throw her through the door, but he's feeling polite today.

"Can I get you anything then?" Then adding authoritatively, "and NO alcohol."

"Oh gods, no. I'd throw it up." Mara winces. She shakes her head, softly and small. "Thank you, but no. I don't need anything."

He shakes his head as well, rueful and exasperated.

I've enough to worry about without this. He'll always be the greedy sort.

"You shouldn't be here," he repeats, "but while you are, tell me what happened."

"Uhm. We were a no gravity atmosphere...so we were floating. I had a suit on, so I could breathe...and Lomi Plo came with Killiks. Luke levitated some spitcrete, it's like...a building material." Mara swallows. "Lomi deflected it, and it hit me, making me spin, and I was shot in the back, while I was spinning. The pellet went through my kidney, destroying it, and tearing my spinal chord. And then, to make matters worse, Lomi Plo tries to stab in the head with her lightsaber...and gets my nephew instead."

She sighs. "I was stuck in a bed for a month while they grew a new kidney...and then I went through surgery to get that one put in."

Montparnasse sits finally, opposite here, and rubs his eyes, still frowning.
"Dear god, Mara. Someone'd have been able to do it in a few minutes here." He understands that she wasn't here, and couldn't, very well, get here, but why does she go back there?

No, he knows the answer to that too, but he didn't want to hear this tonight. Or ever.

"I couldn't get here, Mon'parnasse." His name is clearer now, the drugs must be wearing off. "And besides, Jacen and I needed each other. Had to have someone to hold onto when the pain got too great and Luke was off killing the bitch, Lomi Plo."

"I know." He snaps, but as much annoyed at himself, as her. "But, -I just don't know what to do. I cannot help in any way, and yet I see you hurt or suffering, nearly every time you're here. That isn't fair to any of us. Including you."

"War's over. No more for now. I'll be okay." Mara nods, even though she's worried she won't make it through the next big clash.

"I'm sorry. Should I stop coming? 'Cause I will. I don't want to hurt anyone anymore." Mara wipes at her eyes. "I'm sorry. I'm stupid for crying. I bet it's the meds."

"No, that isn't what I meant." He insists weakly, because he still wants to beat his head on the table. "It just that there are a lot of people under a lot of stress right now, and I don't want you putting yourself at any more risk than necessary. I couldn't take losing a friend just now."

Mara sniffs, rubbing at her eyes, wincing at how swollen they feel. She whispers "I'm sorry. I don't want to hurt you, Parnasse. You know that. And I'm sorry I couldn't keep my promise. I didn't mean to get hurt."

He holds his head in his hands now, because it's not he who should feel guilty. And yet!

"Please, don't apologize, just promise that it's over now."

Mara shakily touches his hand, across the table, looking even paler. "It's over now. At least this war."

He smiles wanly and nods. "That's not incredibly reassuring, but it will do. Thank you. I did not mean to be rude."

Mara squeezes his hand softly. "I wish I could assure you no more wars. Tell my son that we're going to come home and be home and he won't have to stay locked away where no one could get him. Sometimes I wish my life had been completely different."

"Oui, I understand that." He agrees ruefully. "Nothing to be done for it now though." Too late.

"No, too late." Mara echoes his thought, eerily.

She swallows and looks at the door. "I should get home. Before I pass out."

"Yes, of course. Take care, Mara."

Mara smiles softly at the use of her name, understanding now why Luke would get so happy when Mara used his. It's reassuring, that people know who you are...and that you're friends or whatever.

"Good night, Montparnasse." There. The name, finally.

She shakily gets him and shuffles to the door, waving over her shoulder once before slipping through. Where she's yelled at by Luke, the Doctor, Jacen and Leia for getting out of bed.

Serves her right.

But they feel bad when she cries and passes out, so they buy her stuff. Like souls.

...Souls. She should have mentioned that. Parnasse could use a few.