Kristy haltingly moved forward to where the terrifying woman was looking over Mike's wounds with concern. She tapped her shoulder, and the woman turned brown eyes upon her.
"What is it?"
She gulped, and took a deep breath. Weren't those eyes grey before? "You need to come with me, Lenka's hurt a lot worse than Mike is, and we need you there now."
Sylvana stood and nodded, motioning for Kristy to lead the way. She dashed along behind the shorter woman, soon coming upon a tumultous scene. To her left, several men lay sprawled on the ground, a jumble of limbs. Across the way, another man was speaking quietly with a dark haired woman in a foreign uniform. To her right....
"Oh, sith...." she ran to where Sci was kneeling over the battered body of Lenka Leannan. "What happened?"
"She took a number of blaster wounds. I've started to patch up some of the more major ones. Scan shows some internal organ damage, but they missed the heart and brain. She's critical, certainly, but not quite fatal. If we can stabilize her enough, we can get her to the Home for bacta."
"We'll need to work fast. Here, give me the medkit." She grabbed it out of his hands and started to work.
Sci placed a hand on her wrist and waited until she locked eyes with him. "Sylvana.... She's very important to our efforts. We need her alive. Do anything, and I do mean anything, that you can to save her life."
She stared back, her warm brown eyes betraying the panic she felt inside. "An... anything?" she asked, carefully, worriedly. How...
He stared back, his own eyes--so dark brown as to be almost black--solid and unwavering. "Anything. I'll give you some room to work while I help everybody regroup." With that, he was gone.
She looked after him, blowing out a long, unsteady sigh. "Yes, Sir," she whispered to his retreating back. She really had hoped it wouldn't come to this so soon.
She pulled out the scan again, to see just what the internal damage entailed, wincing at the readout. One kidney had nearly been shot to nothingness, her liver suffering great damage as well. Internal bleeding centered in one area, proving damage to some equally important organs.
As afraid as she was of being found out, she knew what Sci said was true. She wasn't likely to find the necessary facilities to perform such extensive surgery, and even then it wouldn't be decisive.
Then again, what she was about to do, she did not know whether it would be decisive either. Taking a steadying breath, she pulled the woman's shirt up to just beneath her breasts, exposing her bruised and bloodied abdomen. Gently, she palpated the area, feeling to see for herself the injuries shown on the scanner. Then she rested her hands above the woman's pale skin, just a hair's breadth from touching. And, closing her eyes, she concentrated.
In her mind, she pictured the organs, and somehow reality supplied just how they'd been damaged. Her eyebrows drew themselves together as she clenched her jaw. A warm feeling flowed out from her heart, down her arms, and through her hands as she found herself lost in the Flows.
"Guren będ enni, nestradren no an le o i Adar ai meleth..." [1] she muttered over and again, not even realising the words were escaping her lips.
In her mind's eye, she watched the kidney draw itself back together. The holes punctured through her liver drew together as though someone had simply dropped stones into wet earth, and now that earth was drawing itself over the hole as though it had never been. Other areas drew themselves together, repositioning themselves where they belonged.
Sweat dropped from her brow, trailing down the sides of her cheek, crossing a bruise that was beginning to form over her right eye, trailing a path alongside the angry scar down her cheek. It trailed a path to her chin, dropping to the ground.
Were any to look that way just then, they would see a light blue glow, not unlike moonlight, centreing on the dark haired woman. They would see that moonlit glow flow down her arms, soaking into the prone woman beside whom the first knelt. It looked almost... magical.
The warmth that had begun around Sylvana's heart was ebbing, flowing from her, through her hands. Breathing was becoming difficult, but she did not stop concentrating, speaking quietly to invisible ears as she tried to repair everything else she could find wrong.
But there was too much, the recovered knowledge too new to complete the task. Without a sound, Sylvana slumped over beside the young woman, her hands resting on her abdomen as the Flows ebbed, and faded.
And then... there was nothing.
After taking a few moments to catch her breath - she went on as though nothing had happened, hoping that none others had seen. Careful not to touch the bacta on the patches, she placed several along the wounds on the girl's body.
Once finished, she ran the scanner over her again. The deep organ destruction had disappeared, though there were still some things that would need to be fixed surgically. Ah well, at least she got the worst of it taken care of. If Hawkeye Pierce could resect a bowel in an underdeveloped Mobile Army Surgical Hospital of Korea, decades ago, she could certainly do it in a more than modern galactic craft.
[1] literal translation: "My heart tells me, healing be for thee from the Father who is love."
[1] easier translation: "My heart tells me the Father of Love wants you healed."