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[After this]

As the door shuts behind her, a girl dressed in Peacekeeper tech coveralls lands on the floor with a thump, deactivating her lightsaber through the Force before it clatters on the ground beside her.

Jaina bites down hard on her lip as a surge of pain races through her leg, cursing loudly. The blood's soaked through the pants leg by now; and the large gash on her left leg from the where pulse pistol blast had hit her looks worse than she had previously thought.

But now's not the time to think about that. She needs to get out of this lift, needs to go find Aeryn so they can-- Wait. Something's not right. Jaina blinks, turning her head to look at the lift doors. But where they should be is only a wall. A familiar wall.

"Kriff, I can't be back here," she mutters angrily. Jaina attempts to stand, to bang against the wall - to try something to get out of the bar and back to the Command Cruiser - but her leg can't support the weight and the Jedi collapses on the floor again.

"Kriff, kriff, kriff!"

[ooc: plot locked. say sorry.]

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Jag has been lurking around the Bar ever since Jaina left, keeping silent watch on the door. That's probably why he's the first person to rush over to her when he sees the distinctive purple blade, with a smile ready to welcome her home.

Then he sees the way she falls and the dark stains on her leg and his smile vanishes, replaced by a look of total seriousness that barely hides his panic.

"Jaina?" he says, kneeling down beside her. His hand is shaking slightly, something he tries to hide by placing it on her shoulder. "Jaina-- don't try to stand."

Then, to the bar at large: "Medic!"

"Jag."

Jaina bites down on her lip again, this time for an entirely different reason. The guilt that overwhelms her is almost as bad as the pain. She had promised him it would be okay. It's not a promise she kept.

Not to mention some of the other, well, details, of the mission.

"Jag," she repeats again, blinking back tears from her eyes. "Kriff, Jag, we're fine."

Jaina shakes her head, twisting her torso to look at the wall. "Rodder, need to get back there. She's still there and-"

-she tries to stand again, brushing Jag's hand off her shoulder, but stumbles back on to the ground-

"-kriffing hells."

Fortunately, it's late enough in the day that Kevin isn't feeling the lack of coffee as much as he does in the morning. He hurries over.

"I'm a doctor."

"You're injured," he tells Jaina. "You're not going back when you can't even stand."

Then, to the doctor. "She's hurt. Where's the med bay?"

"Over here." He points the way to the door.

"I'm fine," Jaina insists, trying really hard not to wince at the pain from her last stumble.

It doesn't really work.

Not to mention that the bleeding mess on her leg isn't getting any better.

"Need to get back there."

"I don't think you're going anywhere until you can walk", Kevin tells her.

The good thing about having such a tiny wife is that she is very easy to scoop up and carry places. Ignoring any and all cries of protest, Jag slips one arm under Jaina's knees and the other under her back and lifts her off the floor.

"Lead on," he instructs the doctor.

"Let me go," Jaina protests, her fists banging against his shoulder. She'd kick, too, but her leg's really not up to that right now.

"Jagged, we said we're fine."

Even if it really kriffing hurts.

Kevin lets the two of them fight it out, leading the way to the infirmary.