In Bacta We Trust (Completed)

[Bobbi]

Eve arrives, and Ava returns to Sol's house.


Sol:
The rains had passed, and things were drying out. The colors of life were returning to the blooming world that surrounded Solomon Tekal's house. The pathway that led to the door was no longer waterlogged stone, dipped in mud, but had been cleared and cleaned up as best as he could manage. What plants had been damaged by the storms that had rolled through the day before were still there, flowers lip on strained stems, the backyard littered with fallen branches and leaves that had been shaken from the shade trees but the wetness was drying up. Right at that moment, he was out there, sitting at the duraglass table in the middle of it all, clipping at a small potted plant with his left hand and a pair of clippers that were held awkwardly in his grasp. Trinity had taken the kids out for a good while once he had gotten the call that Eve had arrived, and given her directions on how to reach his place. His ability to wait patiently lasted all but two minutes after the call had ended, and after that he was in need of something to occupy his mind. The little plant he was working on had small velvety leaves that covered it like a little bush with a dark rich purple blooms peeking out all over their dark green background. It was a healthy little thing, but some of the leaves had sprouted in chutes, causing the plant to be unbalanced in its pot. He was working on fixing that.


Azalees:
Evelyn Azalee did not want to be here. If it was possible to teleport herself to the other side of the galaxy, it would still not be enough distance between herself and Hapes. There’d been a time where she swore she’d never come back. And yet, here she was. Landing on Solomon Tekal’s lush front yard in the clunker that was her sister’s ship.

A wiry glance went to Ava as Eve began unstrapping herself from her seat.

“You sure you got all the pieces?” Though she spoke dryly, Eve meant no harm or insult to the junker. Her sister always did have a thing for lost causes.

As the Reckless Gambit began powering down, Ava glanced over her shoulder to her younger sister. She grinned at the comment and shrugged her shoulder. “If they’re gone then they weren’t important.” Was the reply.

Eve couldn’t refrain from rolling her eyes. “No wonder your ship blew up.”

There wouldn’t be much talk after that. The ramp lowered revealing two similar looking women – both dressed in simple spacer’s attire. The resemblance between the sisters was there; almost impossible to miss. They shared a like petite build, with Eve only standing just a mere inch taller than her 5’2 older sister. Both a heart shaped face with delicate, high cheekbones. Eve’s hair was a darker shade of brown, longer and feathered to frame her face and shoulders. While Ava’s was a light brown pulled into a messy knot-bun that had seen better days. Where Ava’s eyes were a honey brown, Eve’s were a striking deep blue.

There was one big difference between the sisters. One unmistakable difference. And that, was the swell of Eve’s belly. She stepped off the ramp and into the grass, those blue eyes skimming across the lawn before finding Solomon awkwardly trimming his plant. She grinned at him and waved happily while making her way towards him.
Ava hung back, carrying a large silver crate in one hand and a smaller duffle bag in the other. Her eyes squinted in the sunlight while inhaling the crisp air; enjoying that first breath of freshness after their ride.<E


Sol:
Colors were everywhere, and in just about every shade of the spectrum. The smell all those plants gave to the air was a mixture of everything that grew around his house. There would also be the faint smell from the nearly dry ground beneath their feet. When the sound of the ship approaching his grasp on the cutters became more uneven. He hadn't seen Eve since the incident he'd brought before Ava, and while he meant it that he had found his peace with the situation, there was still a kernel of nervousness within him over seeing Eve again. He could forgive, but it was hard to forget. Today, Solomon was wearing another short sleeved shirt, all scars once more exposed on his left arm, his right still in the inhibitors. The shirt was a looser cut one, made of a guazy material that easily moved with him as he rose and brushed some dirt off of his tan pants before moving to greet the sisters. The turn had been made softly, his left hand on the table top for balance, the cutters placed to the side after the sound of the ramp settling into the grass had been heard. There was no going back now. She smiled, and he smiled and then started her way, using the time to assess her condition. "Hello Eve, welcome to my home." His gaze shifted to catch Ava as he spoke, "Please," a motion was made toward the front door, "Come in."


Azalees:
It wasn’t much of a ‘condition’. She was simply pregnant and looked to be in the last length of it. The waistline of her pants were elastic to accommodate her large stomach and gray blouse she wore covered the entirety of her swell and then some. It almost looked too large but comfortable. Which was exactly what Eve was going for.

“It’s very lovely.” She complimented. “Did you and Trinity plant the flowers?”

Ava, who was dressed in faded blue cargo pants and a dark blue t-shirt, politely nodded her head as she followed behind the two.


Sol:
"I did." It wasn't a long walk to the front door, but there he paused to look her over again, "You look well." He was then turning to open the door for them all. The inside of the house had not changed much at all from when Ava had last seen it, but Solomon had made some room for whatever space Eve might have needed. The conformcouch had been pushed to the side, against a wall giving the sitting arangement a little bit more space. The chairs remained where they had been, and there were very few toys scattered around that common room anymore. Otherwise, it looked the same.


Azalees:
“Where do you want this?” Ava asked to her sister; who pointed at a space where the chairs were. Quietly both the crate and the bag were set down.

“Thanks, Ava.” Eve turned her attention on Solomon. “It’s some equipment, should we need it.” She took note of his shoulder and arm, his posture and the way he carried himself. “Can you tell me again what’s going on?”


Sol:
HIs left hand rolled into a light fist, his fingers flexing one by one against the palm of his hand as Ava set the bags down where Eve had instructed. To Eve he nodded and said "Whatever space you need, just say the word." After that came a short pause before he told her, "Severe muscle strain caused by tension feedback from a support brace I had been wearing." His brow creasing with some passing thought, "This can wait -- do you need to sit down for a bit or anything?"


Azalees:
Eve smiled kindly at Solomon for his offer as her head shook. “Thank you but no. I’m fine. I’d like to start looking at your shoulder and arm if you’re good with it.”


Sol:
Giving Eve a small nod, Sol moved closer to one of the chairs and began undoing the locking clasps that kept the inhibitor on his arm in place. "The swelling has gone down quite a bit since we last spoke," He told her, pulling his right arm closer and across his form to reach a lock at the edge of his finger tips.


Azalees:
“Can I see the inhibitor?” She asked.


Sol:
An awkard reach to his shoulder happened just after that question, the inhibitor coming free from his arm, propped against the back of the chair to keep it from dropping heavily to the floor. Snaking his left hand beneath the device on his shoulder, he lifted it off and held that piece out to Eve. It would be a fairly standard piece of medical tech, designed for the use that Solomon's doctors had him putting it to.


Azalees:
Standard was the word for it.

She over looked the device, feeling her face transform into a frown. She could feel the tight knit of her brows begin to pinch at the center of her forehead.

“I’m familiar with this model.” She said. “But… it’s not fitted right for you. They’ve got the calibration off. And they could have given you something better.” Eve mumbled the last part. The inhibitor was set down at her side. “I’ll be right back.”

Moving away from Solomon, Eve looked once at her sister. “Can you lift the crate for me?”

“Yeah.”

Lifting the crate off the floor and onto one of the chairs, Eve unsnapped the latch and pulled out a different modeled inhibitor. The mechanism was thinner, sleeker than the bulky one Solomon had been using. “I have a coworker at the hospital I work at who recently used one of these on a patient. He said the treatment it provided for muscle strains is remarkable. It should have you back up and running in a few days; if not sooner.” She explained while carrying the device to Solomon.

“So, usually muscle strands are a simple fix. Rest. Ice. A few applications of bacta salves and they’re normally gone by the next day. They’re not a huge issue like they might have been before bacta.” It really was a miracle drug. “However, there are extreme cases like yours where they’re so much muscle loss that any strain, no matter how small, can be detrimental.”
muscle strains*


Sol:
He was being careful with his right arm as he moved, keeping himself from rubbing it against his shirt too much, or grazing the furniture with it, turning to watch what the sisters were doing with the crate. "Will I need to continue to use bacta with this one, too?" The skin of his arm was glossy, deepening the appearance of the scars that twined around it, thin as they were, proof that he had not gone against medical advice and had applied some not too long ago.


Azalees:
“I’m going to do a quick assessment of your arm. Check your range of motion and things like that. Let me know if you feel any tightness or pain.” Gingerly, Eve reached out to his arm. “How many days have you been using bacta?”


Sol:
"Alright," After the first couple of days, the need for the numbing agent had worn off as the swelling had reduced enough with the help of the bacta to no longer need it. The natural compound had a way of cooling and numbing all on its own, just not quite as deeply as something completely devoted to that outcome. "I've been using it since the day before we spoke to help with the swelling, so four -- five?" He paused there, mentally checking his math before he said, "The joint is a little stiff so just tell me how you want me to move." His eyes on Eve were unsteady, vield over with a growing sense of unease. He'd come this far though, and so had she. It could go further than this. He just had to let it.


Azalees:
“And you’ve been using the inhibitor with it? Following the physician's instructions?” She asked, reaching out to touch him.

Sol:
Was he using everything according to instructions? Solomon nodded his yes to that, but flinched back away from her the moment Eve moved to touch him. It was not the flinch of a wounded animal, the arm was not pulled in tight to his body. It was a tiny reaction. He had asked for a small amount of space, and had been expecting to get it. Eve, however, seemed to have missed the request for what it was. His mind jumped track, diverting itself away from the thought of not being able to do this. He'd asked her to come. She had dropped everything she'd been doing to be there. What reason would she have had to come all that way just to hurt him? The answer was none, and he was already hurt. And she was a doctor. And he needed her help. And there was The Force, and all was alright because this was his home, and he was never alone in it.

Azalees:
The second Solomon flinched, Eve pulled away. Her hands folded at her lap in a neat manner as she looked at him. “You okay?” She asked. “I need to be able to access what you’re dealing with if I’m going to be able to help. Otherwise, it’s going to be the same generalized treatment you’ve already received.”


Sol:
"I'm fine," He tried on a smile that last a moment and flat lined a second later, "I was not ready. I'm okay, though. I just need some warning next time."


Azalees:
Eve wasn't sure what Solomon expected to happen when she told him that -she'd- have to access his shoulder. She looked at him, remembering past history on Solomon's difficulty in treatment.

"I'm not here to hurt you." She assured. "And I know you don't like being touched, but you just moving your arm on your own isn't going to tell me much." There, Eve tried for a small smile. "We gotta work together so we can figure what's the best path to take here."

"Okay, so," She spoke as her hands remained in her lap. "With your permission, I'm going to touch and move your shoulder now." Eve looked at him from where she stood, watching his body and face for any signs of tension or stress.

Ava, who silently tucked away, could a tension rise. And like before when Solomon first called her sister, she extended similar aid in the Force to him. A comfort. A supporting hand. A reminder that he wasn't in danger.


Sol:
He was leaning into what he already knew. Using the knowledge that this was his house, and these small steps were alright. She was right, and he knew it. They were going to have to work together on this. He had a few extra steps than she did to get there, but he made them and gave a shallow dip of his head. "Alright." Just as he had before, when things started to feel overwhelming, he turned to old techniques to calm himself. The more he used them, the more effective they were and the more comfortable he became. Ava being there, Eve being there, was the pushing of a line. One that felt tight and elastic, stretched to its capacity but unbreakable.


Azalees:
As if sensing that the number of people was too many for Solomon, Ava cleared her throat. "Would you feel more comfortable if I stepped out of the room?"


Sol:
"No," his left hand moved up, palm open toward the air Ava's direction to stay any movement she might make, "Stay there." What was going on internally was starting to show itself externally in little ways..the hand he held up toward Ava was at the end of an arm that came to a shoulder set in determination. While there was discomfort, he could get past it.

Azalees:
Ava responded with a nod. She could see the discomfort on his face as it combated with the determination to see the ordeal through. She continued to have that support offered to him. It wasn't shoved or forced, but just there if he wanted it - like an extended hand patiently waiting.

Eve, for her part, gave one last warning that she was about to begin before gently rotating his shoulder in various directions.

The touch was both firm and yet extremely ginger. Nothing that she did would push Solomon to physical pain. She could already feel how tight the joint was.

"You said you strained this by overloading the sensors in the brace?" She asked as his shoulder was gently moved forward and then back. "How does that feel?"

Sol:
The inward battle that Ava was watching on his expression would be overtaken by a tight pull to his lips and a shutting of his eyes as Eve gently worked the joint. His breathing shifted, air pulled in by his nose and exhaled very slowly through his mouth. There was no sense of -pain- through The Force, or his expression. It would be more a sense of extreme discomfort. He let Eve do what she needed to do, "Mhm," was the answer to her question, "Got into an argument," he breathed in, "Got too tense," and breathed out. "It feels better than it did when I called you, but not by much."

[Bobbi]

Azalees:

"Getting -tensed- overloaded the sensors?" Eve replied with raised brows. She gave a look to his shoulder while her hand began attempting to rotate his shoulder. "How does that feel? Any strain or popping sensation?"


Sol:
"The brace had been designed to supplement what strength I did have, so when my muscles tensed the sensors reacted to an extreme degree." The words were still tight, coming from Solomon with a small grunt as Eve began rotating his arm at the shoulder, "No popping," He grunted again, letting that be his exhale, "But it hurts."


Azalees:
"What type of hurt?" She asked as her hands went to her side. "Is it a tightness or a burning?"


Sol:
"Tightness," he breathed, "If its burning, I can't feel it."


Azalees:
"Would you be okay with me taking an x-ray? Just to make sure there isn't something going on beneath the surface?"


Sol:
It wouldn't be his first. The idea of it had him casting a glance Ava's way, the support she was offering was being leaned into. Internal visuals were not a bad thing on their own, but if doing it would require a visit to a medical ward... "Where would it be done?"


Azalees:
"Here." She replied. "We would be able to do it here."


Sol:
After a moment, Solomon was nodding, "Alright. I can do that."


Azalees:
A small, encouraging smile went to Solomon before Eve left his side. She went to the black duffle bag, which had been placed on the armrest of the nearest couch by Ava once she saw her sister head over.

Unzipping the bag, a thin rectangular grey box was procured from inside. Following the box was a medium sized holopad, its screen black by inactivity, which was tucked between her arm and side.

She took both the box and the pad and placed them at the table. Silver latches clipped open, revealing a slender silver device nestled against black foam.

"Can you tell me more about the muscle loss you've got going on in your arm?" She asked as all of this was going on.


Sol:
Solomon was watching everything that Eve did. He'd seen imaging devices before, and while not knowing -exactly- how they worked the idea behind the machinations was not lost on him. "It developed due to a lot of different causes, I was told. I was stressed, malnourished, not sleeping, I barely ate. I was told the nerve damage in my hand didn't really help matters either. I didn't know something was wrong until I tried to get back into a routine. I just didn't have the strength or stamina I had before." That answer did not come easy. He'd dodged the particulars before with the doctor he was seeing on Hapes. It had taken a mountain to move him into divulging what was going on then. The urge to do so again was niggling.


Azalees:
There was something about what Solomon said that caused Eves brows to furrow. "No other areas have been affected by muscle loss?" She asked.

The silver device was slender with an opaque glass like edge. At the handle were small circular knobs with even tinier printed letters and numbers.

"Right," she breathed while turning to face Solomon. "No metal anywhere along your upper torso?" She checked.


Sol:
"The muscle loss was total," he told her, holding himself so that the checking of his arm and shoulder could be done easily. This was a lot easier to handle than anything else. That it was not a question he could easily have dodged meant the answer was just as straight forward, "My right arm is where I really felt it, due to near complete lack of strength in my hand."


Azalees:
“Did your entire body take the same amount of toil your shoulder did?” She asked while her fingers clicked on of the silvery switches on the device.

The milky edge of the device began to faintly glow a cool bluish color. There was a gentle hum that sounded from the machine that was low, dull, and very steady. It must have been a normal sound because Eve didn’t look alarmed or perplexed by it.

“Stay as still as you can.” She informed encouragingly as the glowing end of the device turned to Solomon’s direction. It hovered close above his shoulder and arm. Never touching but only a few centimeters away. As it neared, the color shifted into a bright burning red as Eve’s arm steadily stroked the device up and down in a measured motion. From his neck all the way down to the tips of his fingertips she went, making sure to take in a good portion of his chest and back muscles as well.

When she pulled the device away, the reddish color instantly switched back to icy blue before switching off. “There.” Eve replied. “It’ll take a few minutes for the information to upload, though.”


Sol:
"Over time?" He frowned slightly, and worked on resisting the urge to fidget. "I try to keep my physical exercise balanced," Sol said, "that's not always been so easy." He was watching her with the device, how the blue light turned to red while it scanned. The arm she was scanning ended in a hand that was missing the tip of its pinky finger. An old wound that had long since been seen to and healed over. There would be evidence of nerve damage, if the scanner could read that, with no real wound present aside from it visible.


Azalees:
Eve nodded in reply to Solomon's answers. The scan would take a few minutes to upload to the datapad, which made a sort of chiming noise when the download was complete. She half waddled, half walked to retrieve the device.

The device Eve used to scan Solomon's shoulder was a multilayer x ray. The scan revealed bone mass, muscle and tissue mass, and nerve and blood vessels.

She could see the muscle loss in his arm and shoulder - but no tears or lasting strains. The integrity of his bone structure looked solid with no damages. And, upon viewing the third scan, Eve could see the nerve damage that ran from the tip of his severed pinky into his arm.

What she couldn't see, however, was what -caused- the nerve damage. Eve's brows were furrowed when she looked at Solomon.

"So," she began as she read off the results of the scan. "There is a good news bad news situation. The good news is that it looks like your strain has cleared and you no longer need the inhibitor. Your muscles are going to be sore and tight for a few more days, but if you keep up with a routine exercise - it should clear up."


Sol:
"And the bad?" The question was a solid one, coming while Solomon reached to adjust the sleeve of his shirt against his shoulder, the fabric slick and sticky from the bacta on his skin.


Azalees:
"Well, it's not really bad news." Her brows were still knitted together. "So," Eve turned towards Solomon with the datapad in hand, enabling him to get a look at the reading. "I can see the nerve damage in your hand that's going into your arm." Her finger trailed along for him to see. "But what I can't find is the cause of the damage. There's no pinching. No trauma."


Sol:
From the datapad Sol looked up toward Eve, and then to Ava. Reaching for the device with his left hand, Sol turned back to the information the younger Azalee was showing him, "So, it -should- be alright?" He looked up toward Eve once more, "Right?" His expression was that of someone trying to understand what they'd just been told.

Azalees:
“I can’t answer that.” Eve replied. “Because I don’t know what’s causing it… I can’t tell you what the possible outcome is.” She took a breath. “I know you’re not a fan of needles… but would it be possible for me to take a blood sample? It’ll let me run a few more test to see if there’s something else going on that could be the source of the nerve damage.”


Sol:
"Is it necessary?" Leaning to the left, Sol put his weight against the chair he was standing next to, his left forearm across the top of the chair's back, datapad in hand over the seat and armrest. He'd gone a bit pale at the mention of needles and blood work.


Azalees:
Her face softened. "I wouldn't ask you if I didn't think it was." She said quietly.


Sol:
"Then I guess I have no choice." He gave a shallow nod Eve's way before looking at her sister, "I feel like a damn child asking this, but would you hold my hand while the blood is being taken. Might help me keep my mind off the needle..."


Azalees:
Eve nodded as she stood up. In that same waddle-walk manner, she returned to the duffle bag to retrieve a little black box. Meanwhile, Ava was making her way across the room to him.

“I don’t think it’s child-like at all.” She spoke. A calm and steady hand outstretched; palms opening wide.

Sol:
Eve heading to get her supplies, and Ava coming toward him, gave Solomon the chance he needed to slip around the front of the chair and sink down into it. The datapad was placed on the low sitting table, Sol quickly reaching for Ava's outstretched hand once she was close enough for him to take it. The Force, its ever present influence and calm, was there. He was not ignoring it. The fear that was spiking made it feel distant, but he continued to hold on. No one here was going to hurt him. The needle -- it wouldn't last long. Against Ava's hand, Sol's fingers would be shaking slightly. He was a bit more pale than just moments ago, sitting back with his eyes shut and breathing to calm the race of his heart. This was not a bad thing, what they were doing.


Azalees:
It was not a bad thing they were doing.

Eve quietly worked to arrange the vials needed for the sample, taking just a little bit longer than normal to give Solomon time to prepare what was to come.

Ava, on the other hand, sat on the arm rest of the chair Solomon now sunk into. Her petite form was small enough for her to sit comfortably, legs facing away from him, while still having a hand stretched out. Once Solomon took her hand, Ava wrapped laced her fingers through his in a hold. The grip, much like a physical mirror of the one he’d have felt in the Force, was firm but comforting. There was pressure but not pain.

“It’ll be over before you know it.” She said soothingly as his eyes closed.


Sol:
There were some tricks he'd picked up through the years to help with moments like this one, when the walls felt like they were closing in. Slowly, in his head, he began to count backward from one hundred, letting it dictate the rhythm of his breathing, drawing it out to an even sequence. One hundred. He nodded to what Ava said to him, his fingers clamped against her hand in response to her grip. In and out. Ninety-five. The breathing continued, matching pace with the numbers he was ticking away in his head. The Force, the comfort it offered fanning out like an ocean around him. The peace and calm of the house, -his- house and home, seeping into his awareness of the world around him. He could hear Eve getting her instruments ready, the hypo she would use and the vials she would need. His mind, he turned it away from that sound and focused past her while still counting backward. He didn't need to reach for a safe space within himself. -This- was his safe space. The physical world around him, the house they were in, was the safest place for him to be right then. Eighty-four....


Azalees:
Ava was there. Both physically and in the Force. She likened this to the meld but on a more personal level. His fear and anxiety were there; pressing down against the room like a heavy weight. She tried to alleviate some of that weight by reiterating what Solomon already knew. They weren’t there to hurt him. He was safe. At peace at his house. His home.

The walk back to Solomon wasn’t very swift – with her current state she was lucky to waddle at a moderate pace. But she did move as fast as her body and baby would allow. Slightly breathless, Eve took a steadying moment. It was important that this was done right the first time.

“I’m going to take two small vials and one big one.” She spoke while arranging all the items on a side table.

With Ava holding Solomon’s hand, Eve quickly prepped the skin before grabbing the needle. “Four…” She counted down. Her hand was surgeon steady. “Three… two…”

At two the needle pierced his skin.


Sol:
Ava's efforts, with his own, were helping. He was relaxing. When his left arm moved, Ava gently settling it into a position Eve could use, Sol pressed back against the chair and put his mind fully into the counting he was doing, and the support that he was being offered. His mind had slipped away from the physical in his relaxation, but that movement was a warning and his mind was fully aware of what was coming. -Three...two....- The needle found its mark, and Sol hissed out a breath consciously making the effort not to tense that arm up as the needle found its way past layers of skin and tissue to where it needed to be. Sixty-sevensixty-sixsixty-five. His face was twisted into a look of extreme discomfort, but he didn't pull away. There was effort going into that, as well.

Azalees:
There would be pain, yes. But a dull pain as the needle went straight into its target. Eve worked with skilled precision and had no problem finding the vein. She may not have been able to walk quickly, or even normally, but her fingers moved at lightning pace. Before Solomon could make it to fifty the two small vials were filled and the larger third was already filling with the precious liquid.

Ava gripped his hand just a little tighter in response to the hiss. Her lightly stroked across the rough skin of his hand, feeling the bump of scars beneath the pad. Brown eyes watched her sister in action. It was almost over.

“And done.” Eve breathed once the last vial was filled. “Three… two… on-“ Swiftly she pulled the needle out simultaneously as her other hand placed a small square of gauze on the puncture wound – two fingers giving pressure to clot the bleeding.


Sol:
His eyes stayed shut until the needle was free of his arm. It was bad enough he could feel it, if he saw it he might have been in far worse shape. As it was, he'd grown pale and clammy. Just a little longer. He held on to those seconds until the needle was taken from his arm, a gasp leaving him as the tip passed back out past his tissue and skin. The gasp ended with a small laugh, "You'd think that after everything I've seen a little bit of blood wouldn't bother me." It was a nervous laugh, shaded with embarrassment. His eyes opened, but he looked up at Eve, and Ava, avoiding the vials and doing everything he could to make that happen.


Azalees:
It wouldn't be difficult for Solomon to advert his gaze from the filled vials. Eve already had them tucked away from sight.

"You'd be surprised who all can't handle the sight of a little blood." The young doctor replied with a kind smile as Ava gave an aspiring squeeze of his hand.

"One of the vials needs to culture. I won't know anything for a couple of days." If she had been at her lab, there would've been a possibly to speed up the growth rate. "The others we should know within a few hours."

"How are you feeling?" Ava quietly asked.


Sol:
He nodded to what Eve said, the action small but accepting. For Ava, Sol returned the squeeze of her grip with a light one of his own. "Queasy and weak, a little dizzy." He said that, the color in his face just beginning to return.


Azalees:
Before Ava could reply, Eve's voice carried across the room. "Do you have any juice or sweet water?"


Sol:
"In the kitchen," he'd looked her way as he answered, "There should be karbra berry juice "


Azalees:
"I'll get it." Ava released Sol's hand and stood. "Which way is the kitchen?" Upon getting instructions, the Jedi would exit out to retrieve the juice.

"There are some supplements I can give you to help repair tissue and help boost muscle growth. They're natural, no synthetic ingredients." Eve offered.


Sol:
Solomon would direct Ava back through the common room they were in, through a dining room and into a spacious food prep area with large and wide windows meant to catch daylight and capture it to keep the area well lit while the sun was up. By night, the space could be lit by typical lighting methods that all looked new. Both rooms were well kept, if scattered with a scant amount of children's toys, and other evidence that the house was lived in. The dining room had been rich in deep colors, capped with hardwood accents that would have cost a pretty penny to acquire. The kitchen, as well, had no expense spared for what they needed to live comfortably. Food prep and keeping appliances were all new and running quietly in the black and white themed room, the floor mirror-like in its shining spotlessness. Solomon kept his house just as clean as he had kept his ships. In the common room, Sol was slumped back into the chair, more and more color returning to him by the moment, "Thank you, Eve. I'll take them."


Azalees:
The lavishness that decorated Solomon's home did not go unnoticed by Ava. She took in the dining rooms deep, rich colors and hardwood accents. In the sleek kitchen, Ava glanced around.

The new appliances; not really knowing what the function was for some of them were spotless of fingerprints and splattered food. She could see the blurred form of herself on the floor, gliding with step as Ava went to retrieve the juice. The sound of juice pouring from the container and into a colorful glass filled the otherwise silent room.

Ava thought about the life Solomon had built. It was quite comfortable and seemed to fill the needs of the home - and then some. It was a life that Ava would never have and, as she stood amongst it all, realized that she'd never want.

"I'll have Ava get them from the ship." Eve replied with a nod. "You'll have to take them once in the morning and twice at night with food. With exercise, you should see a difference within a week. Two at the most."


Sol:
"Are there any side effects I should watch for while taking them?" The thought was there that he should get up and go help Ava in the kitchen, that help being more Solomon going to make sure nothing was being moved out of place. His house, his home, his guests -- it was a new kind of itch that he was forcing himself not to respond to.


Azalees:
Solomon's debate to join Ava was short lived. No sooner had he asked his question did her silhouette appear in the door frame. She offered him the half filled glass with a light smile before heading to take a seat.

"You might feel sore and a little stiff. Might get a touch of dry mouth but cases of that are rare. Ava," she spoke just seconds after her sister sat. "Can you run to the ship to get my medicine box? It'll be in the cargo hold with the other things I brought."

Rising back up, Ava glanced between the pair. "Anything else while I'm heading that way?"


Sol:
He leaned forward to take the glass from Ava with a thank you, sitting back and taking a light sip of the sweet dark red liquid while Eve spoke. Once in the morning, and twice at night with food. He repeated the instructions to himself, making a note to set himself a reminder to keep things on track. To Ava's question, Solomon shook his head. "No, thank you." He did have another question for Eve, though, "How long should I take them?"


Eve:
Ava left as Eve answered. "Two weeks and see from there. If you're not sure if you should continue, holo me and we will go over the results."


Sol:
More juice was sipped at, "If a dose is skipped, do I continue on as if it wasn't, or do I double the dosage?" The color had nearly returned to him, his voice less shaky by far.


Eve:
"Continue on." She replied. "But try not to skip too many doses. Otherwise it won't work like it should."


Sol:
"I plan on setting a reminder," He told her, letting the glass rest on the arm rest of the chair, held within his left hand, "And being faithful to it."
"Thank you for coming out all this way to see me, Eve."