Post by Bobbi on Sept 15, 2022 20:10:31 GMT -5
From the bed came a gentle sound causing the woman who sat beside it to stir from her thoughts, leaning forward as she did so to grasp lightly at the small hand of the child who had been resting. “--Mommy?” The weakness in that voice threatened to break through the resolve that Trinity had held onto through the entire ordeal.
“Shhh, Uri, shhh. I’m right here.” She rose from where she sat and moved to stand beside the bed so that the young half-Corellian could see her. There, Trin smiled down at the girl and reached to brush some hair back lightly away from the girl’s face with fingers that just barely brushed across the child’s forehead.
Trinity watched as the girl tried for a little smile, just a small little wisp of expression that faltered as her eyes fluttered closed for a moment. The machine that had been helping to administer the medication Ureala had needed was long gone, leaving only the monitoring devices that read her temperature, heart rate and other vitals.
The fever had gone down considerably, the allergic reaction diminishing in threat but it had left the girl weak and miserable in its wake.
“Where’s daddy?” She asked Trinity, her voice barely able to fill the room.
“He just stepped out with Zachory,” Trinity told the girl, taking the girl’s small hand into her own and giving it a slight squeeze, “He’ll be right back in, okay?”
The girl gave a soft moan of protest, but nodded anyway.
“We’ll be taking you home soon,” The girl’s mother continued talking, rubbing Ureala’s arm gently instead of holding the girl’s hand. Her skin was still slightly warm to the touch. “But in the meantime we brought Mister Bimmel to keep you company. And daddy will be staying with you until you’re ready to come home.”
“Mister Bimmel is here?” Confusion took over the child for a moment before Trinity reached to bring the stuffed bantha into view from where it had been sitting at the head of the bed above Ureala’s pillow.
“Yes, he missed you so much that we just had to bring him with. He’s a silly Mister Bimmel, isn’t he?” She tried to make her smile reflect her words and it was hard to do but she wound up getting a nod from the girl while the stuffed bantha was settled down next to her on the bed.
“Silly Mister Bimmel.” Ureala muttered, turning toward the stuffed animal and pulling it into as tight a hug as her arms would allow, hooked up to scanning machines as she was. Corellia had seen many improvements and had taken steps to, once again, catch up to the rest of the galaxy since the destruction that had hit it. The medical equipment was just another sign that they were slowly getting there. The medical center was still using its emergency equipment in some rooms, with some patients. Ureala was among them, but with that use of outdated tech came the promise that as soon as the newer equipment could be freed up, it would be put to use. There was simply just a waiting line for it.
The girl was settling back down, her head sinking heavily back against the pillow as Trinity watched on. It didn’t take long for Ureala to find her rest again, leaving Trinity standing watch over the girl’s bed while she drifted off.
~*~*~*~
In the med center beyond, pacing the hallways with his boy carried on his shoulders, the child’s weight settled high, Solomon was stalking closer to the general entrance. A call had been sent, a message left for him by Anna and New-un sometime during the hours that he had been sitting by Ureala’s bedside.
He had left them with a new set-up, and had given them both a new life before he had left Hapes with Trinity and the children. He had checked, double checked, and then triple checked that the smoke screen he had set up for that transaction had held true. Solomon had been keeping his eye on things all up until he had to blink, he had kept his fingers on the pulse of it right up until the moment where it just wasn’t practical anymore for him to do so.
He needed to sleep, he needed to eat. Solomon had children to tend to, and a wife. He wasn’t able to hole up like he would have in the past just to keep an eye on the machinations he’d set in motion. There came a point past which it was just simply more practical to trust that he’d done a good enough job.
Now, though, he was wondering if he’d allowed himself to blink before he should have. The message had simply been “Call us, please, Sol.”
Coming out of the medcenter in broad daylight had him blinking and shielding his eyes against the sun. Above him, Zachory was bouncing and lightly tapping his tiny hands against the back of Solomon’s head. Still with his eyes shielded, Sol lifted his weight up onto the balls of his feet and dropped down suddenly, mid-step, causing the child on his shoulders to rock forward slightly. The squeal of delight was followed by jibbering banter.
Hells if Sol knew what the kid was really trying to say but he did it again, raising up on the balls of his feet for a second or two longer and then dropped his heels down just to get his son laughing once more.
Zachory rocked against his shoulders again, pressing his small hands through Sol’s hair and grabbing fistfuls as tightly as he could bringing a frown to Sol’s face. It didn’t take but a moment for Sol to reach up and slide the boy’s fingers free of his head, and then the boy from his shoulders and into his arms.
“I’m going to need you to behave for a minute, Little Man,” He told Zack, balancing the boy against his body with his left arm while ruffling the little guy’s blond hair with his right hand.
One day, he knew, doing that might make the child glare at him. One day, he wouldn’t be able to carry either Zachory or Ureala on his shoulders. They’d both be too big before he knew it.
She was already halfway there to being too big for it.
The boy in his arms leaned in against him, settling his head against Solomon’s left shoulder with a soft gurgling noise that almost sounded like “I love you”, but wasn’t quite clear enough for words. All the same, Sol kissed the side of Zachory’s head and answered, “I love you too, little man.” Before giving the boy a gentle squeeze. He paused a moment to place another kiss against the child’s head before he continued, “It will be alright, Zack. She’ll be okay. You’ll see.”
The boy nuzzled in closer, and Solomon reached for his comm unit, fully supporting the child with is left arm while he used his right hand to return the call from Anna and New-un.
“Shhh, Uri, shhh. I’m right here.” She rose from where she sat and moved to stand beside the bed so that the young half-Corellian could see her. There, Trin smiled down at the girl and reached to brush some hair back lightly away from the girl’s face with fingers that just barely brushed across the child’s forehead.
Trinity watched as the girl tried for a little smile, just a small little wisp of expression that faltered as her eyes fluttered closed for a moment. The machine that had been helping to administer the medication Ureala had needed was long gone, leaving only the monitoring devices that read her temperature, heart rate and other vitals.
The fever had gone down considerably, the allergic reaction diminishing in threat but it had left the girl weak and miserable in its wake.
“Where’s daddy?” She asked Trinity, her voice barely able to fill the room.
“He just stepped out with Zachory,” Trinity told the girl, taking the girl’s small hand into her own and giving it a slight squeeze, “He’ll be right back in, okay?”
The girl gave a soft moan of protest, but nodded anyway.
“We’ll be taking you home soon,” The girl’s mother continued talking, rubbing Ureala’s arm gently instead of holding the girl’s hand. Her skin was still slightly warm to the touch. “But in the meantime we brought Mister Bimmel to keep you company. And daddy will be staying with you until you’re ready to come home.”
“Mister Bimmel is here?” Confusion took over the child for a moment before Trinity reached to bring the stuffed bantha into view from where it had been sitting at the head of the bed above Ureala’s pillow.
“Yes, he missed you so much that we just had to bring him with. He’s a silly Mister Bimmel, isn’t he?” She tried to make her smile reflect her words and it was hard to do but she wound up getting a nod from the girl while the stuffed bantha was settled down next to her on the bed.
“Silly Mister Bimmel.” Ureala muttered, turning toward the stuffed animal and pulling it into as tight a hug as her arms would allow, hooked up to scanning machines as she was. Corellia had seen many improvements and had taken steps to, once again, catch up to the rest of the galaxy since the destruction that had hit it. The medical equipment was just another sign that they were slowly getting there. The medical center was still using its emergency equipment in some rooms, with some patients. Ureala was among them, but with that use of outdated tech came the promise that as soon as the newer equipment could be freed up, it would be put to use. There was simply just a waiting line for it.
The girl was settling back down, her head sinking heavily back against the pillow as Trinity watched on. It didn’t take long for Ureala to find her rest again, leaving Trinity standing watch over the girl’s bed while she drifted off.
~*~*~*~
In the med center beyond, pacing the hallways with his boy carried on his shoulders, the child’s weight settled high, Solomon was stalking closer to the general entrance. A call had been sent, a message left for him by Anna and New-un sometime during the hours that he had been sitting by Ureala’s bedside.
He had left them with a new set-up, and had given them both a new life before he had left Hapes with Trinity and the children. He had checked, double checked, and then triple checked that the smoke screen he had set up for that transaction had held true. Solomon had been keeping his eye on things all up until he had to blink, he had kept his fingers on the pulse of it right up until the moment where it just wasn’t practical anymore for him to do so.
He needed to sleep, he needed to eat. Solomon had children to tend to, and a wife. He wasn’t able to hole up like he would have in the past just to keep an eye on the machinations he’d set in motion. There came a point past which it was just simply more practical to trust that he’d done a good enough job.
Now, though, he was wondering if he’d allowed himself to blink before he should have. The message had simply been “Call us, please, Sol.”
Coming out of the medcenter in broad daylight had him blinking and shielding his eyes against the sun. Above him, Zachory was bouncing and lightly tapping his tiny hands against the back of Solomon’s head. Still with his eyes shielded, Sol lifted his weight up onto the balls of his feet and dropped down suddenly, mid-step, causing the child on his shoulders to rock forward slightly. The squeal of delight was followed by jibbering banter.
Hells if Sol knew what the kid was really trying to say but he did it again, raising up on the balls of his feet for a second or two longer and then dropped his heels down just to get his son laughing once more.
Zachory rocked against his shoulders again, pressing his small hands through Sol’s hair and grabbing fistfuls as tightly as he could bringing a frown to Sol’s face. It didn’t take but a moment for Sol to reach up and slide the boy’s fingers free of his head, and then the boy from his shoulders and into his arms.
“I’m going to need you to behave for a minute, Little Man,” He told Zack, balancing the boy against his body with his left arm while ruffling the little guy’s blond hair with his right hand.
One day, he knew, doing that might make the child glare at him. One day, he wouldn’t be able to carry either Zachory or Ureala on his shoulders. They’d both be too big before he knew it.
She was already halfway there to being too big for it.
The boy in his arms leaned in against him, settling his head against Solomon’s left shoulder with a soft gurgling noise that almost sounded like “I love you”, but wasn’t quite clear enough for words. All the same, Sol kissed the side of Zachory’s head and answered, “I love you too, little man.” Before giving the boy a gentle squeeze. He paused a moment to place another kiss against the child’s head before he continued, “It will be alright, Zack. She’ll be okay. You’ll see.”
The boy nuzzled in closer, and Solomon reached for his comm unit, fully supporting the child with is left arm while he used his right hand to return the call from Anna and New-un.
