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Modular Operation Theater For Hospital Operating Room

Modular operation theatres are an excellent option for hospitals and healthcare facilities that need to expand their surgical capacity or upgrade their existing operating rooms. Here are some of the key benefits of using a modular operation theatre:

Speed of Construction: Modular operation theatres can be constructed much more quickly than conventional operating rooms because the pre-fabricated components are manufactured off-site and then assembled on-site in a matter of weeks.

Customization: Modular operation theatres can be designed and customized to meet the specific needs of the hospital and the surgical procedures being performed. This means that the theatre can be tailored to fit the available space, equipment requirements, and infection control needs of the hospital.

Flexibility: Modular operation theatres are highly flexible and can be easily modified or expanded to meet changing needs. This means that the hospital can add or remove operating rooms as needed, or make other modifications to the theatre to accommodate changes in surgical procedures or technology.

Infection Control: Modular operation theatres are designed with infection control in mind and are equipped with state-of-the-art air filtration systems and other features that help to maintain a sterile environment and reduce the risk of infection.

Cost-effective: Modular operation theatres are often more cost-effective than conventional operating rooms due to the speed of construction and the ability to customize the theatre to meet the specific needs of the hospital.

A modular operation theatre can provide a safe, sterile, and highly customizable environment for surgical procedures in a hospital setting. With the ability to design and build the theatre to meet the unique requirements of the hospital, modular operation theatres can be a valuable addition to any healthcare facility's surgical capacity.

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[-Brief: 

Capturing key events that shaped my identity, “Husks”, a photography series, breaks me down through 5 outfits-(

[-Outfit_1: Androider 

I’m burning; my hoodie unzips. Neck is tied, lungs are empty. It’s so hard to breathe. I have no face; my mask gags me. I cannot scream to the siren call - I fall. Comatose, plugged to machines, I. Can. Feel - Finally. For numbness hurts, oh how it hurts-(

[-Further Details:

Hollowed by anti-anxiety medication, only risk could give me life. Gone, together, to a grave, a lord’s monument, we drank. Drank for an escape. I knew I was hurting myself, but I couldn’t care. We listened to misery, pain. Ironic when we played Lifelover, for I was ending myself the same way as B. I thought back to my outfit; it was numb - was this my outro? I played Cry Of Fear, dressed like Simon, a mentally disturbed paraplegic taking antidepressants, full of spite. That was funny, too. In a way, I thought myself disabled; I couldn’t stand it anymore-(

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+Photography & Assistance: E.C

+Set Assistance: S.J & @000asche-(

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+Surgical Mask

+Lifelover Erotik Tee

+SS23 Maison Margiela Chain w/Santa Muerte Pendant

+Gray Tailored Zip-Up

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+Black Fingerless Gloves

+FW17 VETEMENTS Genetically Modified Sneakers-(

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Not just me casually going through Obi-Wan's tag or anything ― :

"Anakin, I’m sorry. I’m so sorry … Anakin, please, I love you …" In the Force, Obi-Wan felt Yoda’s approach, and he looked up to see the ancient Master beside Bail Organa, both staring the same grave question down through the surgical theater’s observation panel. The only answer Obi-Wan had was a helpless shake of his head. Padmé reached across with her free hand, with the hand she had laid upon the brow of her firstborn son, and pressed something into Obi-Wan’s palm. For a moment, her eyes cleared, and she knew him. "Obi-Wan … there … is still good in him. I know there is … still …" Her voice faded to an empty sigh, and she sagged back against the pillow. Half a dozen different scanners buzzed with conflicting alarm tones, and the medical droids shooed him from the room. He stood in the hall outside, looking down at what she had pressed into his hand. It was a pendant of some kind, an amulet, unfamiliar sigils carved into some sort of organic material, strung on a loop of leather. In the Force, he could feel traces of the touch of her skin. When Yoda and Bail came for him, he was still standing there, staring at it. "She put this in my hand—" For what seemed the dozenth time this day, he found himself blinking back tears. "—and I don’t even know what it is." "Precious to her, it must have been," Yoda said slowly. "Buried with her, perhaps it should be." Obi-Wan looked down at the simple, child-like symbols carved into it, and felt from it in the Force soaring echoes of transcendent love, and the bleak, black despair of unendurable heartbreak. "Yes," he said. "Yes. Perhaps that would be best." ― Matthew Stover. Revenge of the Sith

I am always trying to find connections between characters, however subtle it might be, reading this and seeing the scenes of Ahsoka being present during Padme's funeral just reminds me just how close all of these characters were in one way or another.

Obi-Wan was present during the birth of Luke and Leia, he was present when she passed away ― Padme gave him the necklace Anakin made for her so long ago and while he didn't know the origins of it, he could sense that in the Force. Feel its importance.

Sending it back with her to Naboo where Bail and Ahsoka were just made it all the more real that they would never see each other again.

[amanek0]

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Breast Augmentation Surgery in Hyderabad

A woman’s breasts are typically a symbol of her femininity. A sense of body inadequacy may set in for women whose breasts aren’t the “ideal” size. You may now safely and effectively change the look of your breasts without them seeming “made up” or plastic, thanks to medical advancements and procedures like Breast Augmentation Surgery in Hyderabad. The goal of the surgical treatment is to increase the size and form of the breasts. If you’re looking to boost your self-esteem and confidence, breast augmentation surgery gives you the results you want. Breast augmentation gives you the confidence of self-acceptance, whether you are looking to enlarge your breasts or just want to improve their look breast augmentation is the ideal choice in both cases.

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Medical Ceiling Pendants Market Size, Type, segmentation, growth and forecast 2023-2030

Medical Ceiling Pendants Market

The Medical Ceiling Pendants Market is expected to grow from USD 1.30 Billion in 2022 to USD 2.40 Billion by 2030, at a CAGR of 8.10% during the forecast period.

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Medical Ceiling Pendants Market Size

Medical ceiling pendants are healthcare equipment that are mounted on ceilings to provide a versatile and space-saving method of delivering services such as gas, electrical power and medical devices. The global market for medical ceiling pendants is segmented based on type, application and region. Types include fixed, fixed retractable, single arm movable and double multi arm movable, while applications include hospitals, clinics and emergency centers. Key market players include Drager, Pneumatik Berlin, Tedisel Medical, Starkstrom, TLV Healthcare, Novair Medical, Brandon Medical, KLS Martin, MZ Liberec, Surgiris, Trumpf and Maquet. Regulatory and legal factors specific to market conditions include government regulations that dictate minimum standardization, medical equipment certification, and product liability concerns, and can have significant impact on market growth and profits.

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The Medical Ceiling Pendants market caters to hospitals, clinics, and other healthcare facilities. These pendants provide flexible and versatile solutions for the positioning of medical equipment and other essential elements during surgical procedures and critical care. The rising demand for minimally invasive surgeries, advanced healthcare infrastructure, and the increasing use of technologically advanced medical equipment are among the primary factors driving the revenue growth of the Medical Ceiling Pendants market.

Furthermore, the need for efficient and integrated healthcare facilities, especially in developing economies, is creating a new market opportunity for Medical Ceiling Pendants. With increasing awareness and government initiatives, healthcare facilities are emphasizing patient safety and comfort, leading to more demand for healthcare solutions like Medical Ceiling Pendants.

The latest trend in the Medical Ceiling Pendants market is the integration of advanced technology to enhance functionality and ensure patient safety. For instance, smart pendants are being developed, which can monitor and control ventilation, lighting, and temperature in the operating room or ICU. Additionally, the adoption of modular systems and remote access systems for medical ceiling pendants is also gaining traction.

However, the Medical Ceiling Pendants market is facing certain challenges, such as the high cost of installation, maintenance, and repair of these systems, which can deter the adoption of these products in certain regions. The lack of skilled professionals to operate and maintain these systems is also hampering the growth of the market in some regions.

According to the report, the main findings suggest that the Medical Ceiling Pendants market is poised for significant growth in the coming years, driven by the increasing demand for advanced healthcare facilities and a rising focus on patient safety and comfort. The report also recommends that companies operating in the Medical Ceiling Pendants market should focus on developing innovative, cost-effective solutions to overcome the challenges faced by the industry. Additionally, companies should explore emerging markets and take advantage of government initiatives to promote healthcare infrastructure development.

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Hospital

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[howellmedical]

Wrist Tower hand arthroscopic traction tower

 Wrist Tower hand arthroscopic traction tower

This product is widely recommended and used by surgeons. It provides unlimited positioning and methods to increase the operator's efficiency and accuracy. The Wrist Traction Tower can be used for wrist arthroscopy to treat injuries to the TFCC, ligaments and bone.

Carpal arthroscopy can be performed under local or general anesthesia.

The surgeon may selectively use a tourniquet according to the type of disease.

The patient supine in the operating table, elbow flexion 90°, the operation side of the palm to the traction frame suspension, index finger or middle finger with aseptic finger bag was.

For small-amplitude traction joints, traction weights can be controlled in 2~3kg.

With the development of medical technology the wrist retractor will soon become an essential equipment in the operating room.

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The reliability and convenience of the surgeon are widely recommended and used by surgeons. In traction stability, providing unlimited positioning and methods to increase the operator's efficiency and accuracy.

In the vertical and horizontal position, it increases visualization, imaging, identification and treatment of distal radius, scaphoid bone and other hand and wrist fractures.

Designed for the treatment of both soft tissue injuries and fractures of the wrist, the Arc Wrist Tower provides traction as well as versatile access during hand and wrist procedures. When vertical, the Arc Wrist Tower is designed to provide traction for wrist arthroscopy; it can be rotated horizontally to provide access to the wrist during arthroscopic and fracture-reduction processes.

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[hospital-project]

What is an OR room？

The OR room, also known as the operating theatre room, is a sterile environment in which surgical procedures are carried out. It is typically staffed by a team of surgeons, anesthesiologists, and nurses who work together to ensure the safety and well-being of the patient.

The operating theatre is typically equipped with state-of-the-art medical equipment, including a surgical light, a microscope, and a ventilator. This equipment helps the surgeon carry out the procedure safely and effectively. In addition, the operating theatre team will often have access to blood transfusion and pain management services if needed.

OR Apparatus

A wide range of apparatus is found in the operating theatre, and it is essential that all of this equipment is sterilized and ready for use before each operation. Some of the most common pieces of equipment include:

-Surgical lights:

These are used to illuminate the operating area and ensure that the surgeon has a clear view. You can get different types of surgical lights, including ceiling-mounted & portable surgical lights and led shadowless&halogen operating lamps. You can also source the double-head & single-head surgical lamps at factory prices from experienced manufacturers on medwish.com.

-Operation table:

Operating tables are medical tables designed for surgical procedures. They are typically flat and firm, with a smooth surface that can be easily cleaned. Many operating tables have built-in features such as X-ray capabilities, storage areas, and safety straps. Operating tables are an essential part of the surgical suite, as they provide a stable surface on which surgeons can work. They are also used to position patients during surgery to be comfortable and protect their vital organs.

Different operating tables can be found on medwish.com, like Electro-Hydraulic Operating Table, Electric Operating Table, Hydraulic Operating Table, Anatomy Table& Surgical Frame.

-Medical pendant:

also known as a surgical pendant, is a medical device typically suspended from the ceiling and used to support various medical instruments and appliances. Surgical pendants are commonly found in operating rooms and other medical facilities, where they play an essential role in supporting critical medical equipment. 

Surgical pendants are both durable and versatile, able to accommodate various medical devices. They usually consist of a central column with one or more arms that can be adjusted to different positions. This allows them to be customized for use with specific medical instruments and devices.

-Anaesthetic machine:

 This delivers anesthesia to patients and monitors their vital signs during surgery. It comprises an airway, a breathing system, and various monitors. The anesthetist controls the composition of the inhaled gas mixture and the depth and rate of ventilation using the anesthetic machine.

-Stainless Steel Products：

Many types of stainless steel products can be used in an operating room. Some of the most common items include stainless steel trolleys, Washing Sink, Worktable, and Instrument Tray; Stainless steel is a durable material that is resistant to corrosion and easy to clean. Choosing the right type of product for your specific needs is essential to create a safe and sterile environment.

Medwish.com also supplies other surgical Instruments for easy operation during the surgery, including Electrotome, Surgical Scissors, and Operating Microscopes. Besides, you can also find different types of orthopedic Instruments and urology surgery instruments on medwish.com at factory prices directly.

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MGI (India) Pvt. Ltd. is an Indian undertaking of Medical Engineering Group- MGI International Ltd. (UK), which has ventured into offering optimum healthcare services utilizing state-of-the-art technology. MGI India has endeavored in LGSF (Light Gauge Steel Frame) Manufacturing and Supply. MGI offers total turnkey solutions to hospitals; in the most critical areas like O.Ts and I.C.Us. Over the past few years, MGI India has become one of the primary constructors of Modular Healthcare Buildings and a renowned supplier for light gauge steel frames. They aim to provide full technical support and design services by understanding the customer’s needs.

[modular-hospital-equipment]

Best Modular Operation Theatre in India | Modular Operation Theater For Hospital Operating Room

Modular Operation Theater For Hospital Operating Room

Modular operation theatres are an excellent option for hospitals and healthcare facilities that need to expand their surgical capacity or upgrade their existing operating rooms. Here are some of the key benefits of using a modular operation theatre:

Speed of Construction: Modular operation theatres can be constructed much more quickly than conventional operating rooms because the pre-fabricated components are manufactured off-site and then assembled on-site in a matter of weeks.

Customization: Modular operation theatres can be designed and customized to meet the specific needs of the hospital and the surgical procedures being performed. This means that the theatre can be tailored to fit the available space, equipment requirements, and infection control needs of the hospital.

Flexibility: Modular operation theatres are highly flexible and can be easily modified or expanded to meet changing needs. This means that the hospital can add or remove operating rooms as needed, or make other modifications to the theatre to accommodate changes in surgical procedures or technology.

Infection Control: Modular operation theatres are designed with infection control in mind and are equipped with state-of-the-art air filtration systems and other features that help to maintain a sterile environment and reduce the risk of infection.

Cost-effective: Modular operation theatres are often more cost-effective than conventional operating rooms due to the speed of construction and the ability to customize the theatre to meet the specific needs of the hospital.

A modular operation theatre can provide a safe, sterile, and highly customizable environment for surgical procedures in a hospital setting. With the ability to design and build the theatre to meet the unique requirements of the hospital, modular operation theatres can be a valuable addition to any healthcare facility's surgical capacity.

Top Benefits of Modular Operating Theater

There are several benefits of modular operating theaters that make them an attractive option for healthcare facilities. Let us tell you about some of the benefits :

Speed of Construction: Modular operating theaters can be constructed much more quickly than traditional operating rooms because the pre-fabricated components are manufactured off-site and then assembled on-site. It saves time and money as compared to traditional construction methods.

Customization: Modular operating theaters can be designed and customized to meet the specific needs of the healthcare facility and the surgical procedures being performed. This means that the theater can be tailored to fit the available space, equipment requirements, and infection control needs of the facility.

Flexibility: Modular operating theaters are highly flexible and can be easily modified or expanded to meet changing needs. This means that the healthcare facility can add or remove operating rooms as needed, or make other modifications to the theater to accommodate changes in surgical procedures or technology.

Infection Control: Modular operating theaters are designed with infection control in mind and are equipped with state-of-the-art air filtration systems and other features that help to maintain a sterile environment and reduce the risk of infection.

Cost-effective: Modular operating theaters are often more cost-effective than traditional operating rooms due to the speed of construction and the ability to customize the theater to meet the specific needs of the healthcare facility.

Quality Control: Modular operating theaters are manufactured in a controlled factory environment, which helps to ensure consistent quality and precision engineering. This can result in a higher level of quality control compared to traditional construction methods.

Modular operation theater offer a cost-effective, efficient, and highly customizable solution for healthcare facilities that need to expand their surgical capacity or upgrade their existing facilities while maintaining the highest standards of hygiene and infection control.

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Hello! So I’m really sorry if this has been answered before but I don’t remember padme wearing Anakin’s necklace but in her funeral she was clutching it between her hands. Do we know who put it there? If not do you have any theories/ideas?

Hi!!

Padmé took the necklace with her to Mustafar and later she gave it to Obi-wan:

“Anakin, I’m sorry. I’m so sorry … Anakin, please, I love you …”

 In the Force, Obi-Wan felt Yoda’s approach, and he looked up to see the ancient Master beside Bail Organa, both staring the same grave question down through the surgical theater’s observation panel. The only answer Obi-Wan had was a helpless shake of his head. 

Padmé reached across with her free hand, with the hand she had laid upon the brow of her firstborn son, and pressed something into Obi-Wan’s palm. 

For a moment, her eyes cleared, and she knew him. “Obi-Wan … there … is still good in him. I know there is … still …” 

Her voice faded to an empty sigh, and she sagged back against the pillow. Half a dozen different scanners buzzed with conflicting alarm tones, and the medical droids shooed him from the room.    

He stood in the hall outside, looking down at what she had pressed into his hand. It was a pendant of some kind, an amulet, unfamiliar sigils carved into some sort of organic material, strung on a loop of leather. In the Force, he could feel traces of the touch of her skin. 

When Yoda and Bail came for him, he was still standing there, staring at it. “She put this in my hand—” For what seemed the dozenth time this day, he found himself blinking back tears. “—and I don’t even know what it is.”

 “Precious to her, it must have been,” Yoda said slowly. “Buried with her, perhaps it should be.” 

Obi-Wan looked down at the simple, child-like symbols carved into it, and felt from it in the Force soaring echoes of transcendent love, and the bleak, black despair of unendurable heartbreak.

 “Yes,” he said. “Yes. Perhaps that would be best.” [Matthew Stover. Revenge of the Sith]

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[capricornus-rex]

Someone Left to Save (14)

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Cal Kestis x Reader

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Summary: The Mantis crew arrives to the capital of Ulfin, in the planet of Pevera, under siege. They meet the local rebel cell spearheaded by the former Republic admiral, Jax Beneb, who seeks to destroy the Empire’s occupation that was aggressively imposed upon while exploiting the planet of its natural resources. A plan is devised to destroy the Imperial’s main base of operations—as well as their influence—in the planet; however, it was a do-or-die mission that you and Cal had gotten yourselves caught in.

Tags: Force-Sensitive! Reader, Inquisitor! Reader, Jedi! Reader, Fake Death, Jedi turned Inquisitor, Seduction to the Dark Side, Turn to the Dark Side, The Dark Side of the Force, Aftermath of Torture, Torture, Psychological Torture, Redemption Arc! Reader, Possible Redemption, Premonitions

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Chapters: 1 – 2 – 3 – 4 – 5 – 6 – 7 – 8 – 9 – 10 – 11 – 12 | Previous: Part 13 | Next: Part 15 | Masterlist

14 of ?

The throttle of the speeder bike parts the sand across the reddish-brown, arid expanse. Nothing but the noise of the motors roared across the wilderness and the whistling howl of the wind that burned your cheeks as you sped through. Feeling Cal's Force Echo on you felt nauseating yet intoxicating, you wanted more—not because of the essence of his ability, but of his touch—even in that stone-cold exterior you have carved out for yourself, you cannot deny that you yearned for the human touch that is inherently absent in the Inquisitorius.

Whether you like it or not: the real you still exists, bottling it all up just became five times harder after you encountered Cal—since the incident at the old Jedi Temple in the outskirts of Jeddah. You bite your lip to fight the tears, unconsciously spiking the speed of your bike forward, and all at once the sensation of his hand rubbed itself around yours—the faltering and abrupt jerk of the vehicle brought you out of your zoned-out state.

In the stillness of the surroundings, you afforded a moment to remove your helmet and catch your breath. You allow one tear to fall, only to wipe it right away with one gloved hand.

"Good thing I'm in the middle of nowhere or this would be really embarrassing!" You exhaled.

The engine growls back into life, you pick up the speed and head straight for the garrison.

By the time you've arrived to the base, the same Purge Troopers showed up sans the child. When asked, their answer was they've already went ahead and secured the baby in the medical bay—given that it's the only appropriate place in the entire garrison to keep it. They tell you the floor of the particular med-bay. 

"Thank you, return to your post."

They bowed and turned their back on you. One of the Purge Troopers was foolish enough to lean in and whisper a comment to the other.

"Too polite for an Inquisitor, for my taste, at least,"

"You always notice the little, petty things,"

You ignored the words and proceeded to the said medical bay. The entire room is manned by medical droids of different variants—surgical, general medicine, and drone types. The closest qualifier to looking after the child is the GH-7 medical droid—basically, the all-around in terms of medical specializations.

A deadpan remark forms in your lips, "At least, you won't have that kid crying in your face every time you check on it."

Unable to detect the sarcasm, the droid plainly asks why. You didn't humor it for an answer.

"Nevermind." You sigh and roll your eyes with resignation.

You shifted your attention to the child who was settled in a makeshift bassinet, you couldn't figure out what the crib was before it was turned into a hovering, spherical pod that fits an infant, though it's of no importance. You ordered the child to be fed, cleaned, checked for vitals, and be given medicine and supplements if necessary. The droid obediently took note of all your orders before you retired to your own room.

Out of courtesy, some officers and cadets tipped the brims of their caps at you, accompanied by the utterance of your title—to which you responded with a curt, slow bow.

Finally, you've encased yourself in the solace of your quarters. The sensation of your body sinking into the mattress gave you a sense of comfort and relief, removing your gloves felt liberating; you shake your fingers to wring off the chafing and feel the skin against your fingertips again. A sigh escapes your lungs, you find yourself rubbing the hand that Cal had touched and inflicted his Psychometry—his grip was tight, but gentle so it doesn't hurt you, even in that intense interlock of your lightsabers.

You stand up from your bed so you seat yourself in the center of the room, you cross your legs together and straighten your back. Eyelids dropped and shrouded your vision in darkness, you recall the teachings the Inquisitors have beaten into your head, but something else is clawing for your attention—Cal. No matter how many times you decline it in your head, it just becomes more persistent by the minute, the influence of the Force Echo still ran fresh in your system.

Then his words came flooding into your mind, echoing and trailing off like a hollow gong.

“What have they done to you?”

“This isn’t you…”

“Enough…” you sobbed.

You curl into a ball, raking your scalp as you bury your face into your knees, resisting from succumbing into this haunting episode. You reply to the voices with great refusal and denial.

“It’s because you’re afraid…”

“STOP!” you cry out, alone in your room. After your outburst, you realize that you might have alerted some patrolling guards; you sit still, expecting a polite knock followed by a “Are you alright?”, none of them came—much to your relief. Although, Cal’s voice and words persists; you didn’t really notice until now that his voice and the collective voice of the Inquisitors constantly thrashed at each other like predators against one another.

“I didn’t abandon you. I looked for you…”

This is perhaps what prevailed the whole time. Cal’s tiny spark of hope in those words shone its way through the cold of your armor. You couldn’t help but feel betrayed by your brothers and sisters, they who groomed you into a killing machine with a red blade like them, and constantly gaslighted you into thinking that you were abandoned—by your friends and ultimately, by Cal—and that you owe your life to them , the Inquisitors.

“He… looked for me? He wanted to find me?” you mumble under your breath, clutching your chest as your heart calmed down. 

You’re reminded of your bracelet that he wore around his wrist. You could only wonder how many time he looked at it, touched it with and without Psychometry, and just simply remembered you.

“He kept it, too…”

Your heart ached, and eventually so, you melted to the floor and reduced into a sobbing mess—all these feelings fighting in your mind, unsure which one to feel.

Anger? Yes, but for whom this time?

Sadness? For Cal and the life you’ve lost, most certainly.

Hope? Bleak but possible.

“You still have a choice…”

“Twelfth Sister?” the voice in your head trailed off the moment your gauntlet comms bleeped.

You jumped, startled by the sound. You recomposed yourself and cleared your throat prior to answering.

“We require your assistance in the war room.”

“Of course, Captain, I’ll be on my way.”

—- 

Cal is exactly in the same predicament as you in the confines of his cramped room.

A while ago, he had picked up your outburst in the middle of his own meditation. He wondered what had slipped into your mind to put you in such an overwhelming mental state. All he could feel was sadness, his free hand trailed to the cord around his wrist and ran his thumb against the tarnished metal pendant.

Earlier, when he returned to the Mantis, he announced that you took a Force-sensitive child from the city, everybody was up in arms to concoct a plan—especially Cere, knowing full well what they’ll do to captive Force-sensitive children.

During that planning, the former Jedi held her finger, her expression in full, deep thought and then she marches to the communications station—her personal workspace—in the cockpit without a word to anyone. With her dexterous fingers, she fiddled with the dashboard, her arms and hands moving from one spot to another—acting on pure muscle memory and instinct.

“I found a signal,” spoke Cere softly, and she obligated to repeat herself when she assumed no one had heard her. “There’s a signal, coming from the reception tower of an Imperial garrison in the east. I’ve been keeping up with them through their comms; transport ships are frequently deployed there for various purposes—ration supply runs, troop deployment, pickup, you name it. No doubt, [Y/N] will have the child delivered to their fortress on one of those ships.”

She fine-tuned the frequency by slightly turning the knob back and forth until the audio went clear—the entire comms of the Imperial garrison plays through the Mantis’s speakers for everyone to hear.

“I just received word from the Twelfth Sister. They’re orders to request a transport ship to Mons Golotha.”

The crew collectively pulled their eyebrows together at the mention of an Inquisitor’s title and the name of a new planet, but they put aside the questions for later.

“Date of departure?”

“No word yet, she says she’ll personally see to it. I think it must be a heads up.”

“Yeah, well, they’ll process her request real quick. Inquisitors always get the priority here.”

“It’s almost like Lord Vader but less terrifying.”

Cere lowered the volume, and turned to Cal.

“Twelfth Sister?” Greez grumbled in a hybrid of disbelief and confusion.

“That’s [Y/N], she’s the Twelfth Sister among the Inquisitors,” Cal coldly answered.

An awkward silence befell between the Lateron and the young boy.

“Are you gonna burst in there like you did last time?” inquired Merrin.

“Well, it worked thus far,”

“And look where it got you.”

Merrin wins the banter of wits. Cal yields willingly, though he retained to the topic of how to rescue the child and you, without any sarcastic comebacks brimming with sound points. Cere presumed it ought to be a trap, reading between the lines of the last few sentences the Stormtroopers said; she made it clear that you are not to be underestimated, for an alliance with the Dark Side and the Inquisitorius, no less, has made you doubly unpredictable.

The adult woman hacks into the garrison’s systems again and produces a rough, three-dimensional blueprint of the complex to amp out their entry and escape. Using the computer’s projector, the holomap floats in the center of the cockpit, surrounded by everyone.

“Once we’re in the garrison yard, I can find a computer and hack it so we can get a map of the inside,” commented Cere.

Cal rotated the map so the back side of the garrison complex faces him.

“I can scale its southern wall and sneak past the guards there, which I think would be minimal, considering they’re in the middle of nowhere. I’ll create an opening for us—Cere, you’ll be the one finding the kid.”

“And I take it that you’re coming after [Y/N] then?”

Cal clicked his tongue at the same time he pointed his finger at Cere in the shape of a gun, while keeping a poker face. In response, Cere sighed and rolled her eyes, equivalent to the saying, “Of course, you will.”

He had a feeling that the transport was a front, he reminds himself of the lone TIE Fighter he spotted earlier; and so, he couldn’t afford to let another hour pass to let your plan succeed. He asks Cere to keep the comms on while their own signature is masked, it’ll be their only way of knowing if you’re on the move; it’s also his guilty pleasure of hearing your voice again, for he always thinks the moments you have together aren’t enough, it isn’t exactly docile either—given the current predicament.

While they were debating on the best approach for stealth, the speakers crackled again and drew everyone’s attention.

“Captain?”

Cal jumped on his feet as soon as he heard your voice at the first word.

“She on!”

“How long until my ship is ready for travel?”

“Not for long now, Inquisitor.”

Over the comms, the baby could be heard fussing in between your exchange with Captain Foros; another thing is the impending storm that’s gradually disrupting the signals, making it hard to piece together the conversation.

“Make sure… I leave… hour and a half…”

“Yes-s-s-s… Inquisitor…”

With everything they’ve gathered so far, Cal assumed that they only have an hour and half left to reach you before you get off-world.

“We have to go!”

Cal and Cere dashed to the door, the boy slams the same button that opens the contained door with the speeder. Cere drove the speeder, when they closed enough distance between themselves and the garrison, she scrambled the signal of the speeder as they approached the complex. According to plan, Cere dropped Cal at the backside of the garrison.

“Hey, Cal?”

The boy turned around before even taking his first step.

“Save her.”

There is a heaviness in those two simple words, Cal felt it in his heart, nonetheless the determination is there. He clenched his fist and looked at Cere straight in the eye.

“I plan to.”

[austennerdita2533]

A/N: Hey @commonxcrimminals​ remember that Melendaire Fix-It-Of-Sorts fic I’ve had on my computer since freaking MARCH?? Well...I finally finished it!  CAN YOU BELIEVE. Anyway, were it not for your oodles of encouragement or our constant why-did-Melendez-have-to-die wailing sessions on every social media platform out there, I probably never would’ve summoned the gall to finish or post the darn thing. So thank you!

This one is dedicated to you, my friend. Love you more than I can possibly convey! ❤️ ❤️

Summary: When it comes to moments of life or death, Neil and Claire learn sometimes one defibrillation of the heart can reset everything.

Also here: (A03)

Enjoy! xx

Defibrillation

The sirens start, red and blue lights cutting through the darkness with speed. Neil’s strapped to a gurney, conscious but barely, with tubes and leads sticking from him like he’s part machine while his eyes fixate on the gray-white swirl of the ceiling.

What’s happened? Where is he? Why the hell does he hurt so much? Right now the blunt ache over his left temple is a trifle compared to the scalpel-like shard that’s been stabbing through his abdomen every two to four seconds and has nausea roaring into the back of his throat with each bump, with each gloved touch that ghosts over his prone form in examination, his vision dotted and blurred and fading…

It’s fading quickly…

…yes…

…f-fading…

…so…q u i c k…ly…

Monitors beep in the background. Softly at first, then louder. Faster. Shorter. Quieter. Steadily the screens track his stats before diving into erratic nonsense that can’t be pieced together as his fists curl into the sheet beneath him, knuckles bumping against a metal railing.

Neil’s eyelids burn, they grow heavy. All he tastes is blood and bile. A mask hangs over his mouth so he can’t talk, can’t call out either, the oxygen cool as it filters through his nostrils, little hairs tickling. He winces once, takes another shallow breath in—and then nothing.

Blackness pops. Noiseless but everywhere. Like a falling curtain, it frays the edges of the world until he can no longer see them.

Coldness slams like a hammer over his chest, pouring, rippling, spreading out with tendrils to invade cell after cell until before he knows it he’s drifting away from time and thoughts and oxygen that won’t hold steady…He’s sinking down, down, down into a rigid stillness that refuses to lift.

But then—

A flurry of movement to his right. Behind his head. Next comes a lot of pronounced clunking, swearing, whispering; perhaps even some harried tearing or unzipping.

No, no, no. Stay with me, pleads a familiar voice from above him in echo. With his head spinning with delirium, however, he’s unable to place who is speaking.

Come on, Neil. Don’t do this, not now. Hold on for me.

He feels distant, detached, like he’s been sunk under water but never went swimming.

Hold on for me, the voice repeats again. Please.

The words are wet and desperate as they land on his chest with two hands that push, and push, his eyes slitting open just wide enough for Claire’s face to float into focus for a moment then out again like a dream, the heel of her palm pounding into him with the force of a tether to keep him there with her, alive, stable - one breath, one blink, one heartbeat at a time.

The fleeting sight of her brings him back. Hair. Scrubs. Hands. Eyes. She brings him back into the pain and into the light. Her relief, that smile—he needs it; it’s a leash yanking him off the ledge of surrender and telling him to fight for another chance to live. To speak. After all, he’s a surgeon, so doesn’t he already know time is a borrowed gift with no guarantees?

Stay with me, Claire says again. And this time, he clings. He clings to her as hard as he can even as the world goes black a second time, his heart still full of too many unsaid things.

She waits for the door to click shut behind her in the stairwell.

Alone on the landing, there are no more voices. No more computers or phones. There are no more charts to read, labs to run, procedures to schedule, or medications to administer.

Wheelchairs stop squeaking through the hallways. Their wheels are no longer sticking to speckled white tiles as they turn the corner and head toward recovery. The smell of brewing coffee in the lounge near OR Four becomes a stale memory because here, and only here, do the demands of the hospital dissolve long enough for Claire to collapse her head into her palms for a moment, and breathe. Just breathe.

She only takes a moment. A second to grapple with the enormity of all that is happening.

Eyes closed, thoughts scattered, her fingers coil around something metal in her pocket and idle.

Her thumbnail traces sleek edges, silver grooves. A chain droops over her knuckles and scratches. Soothes. Familiarity tingling with each pass.

It’s a cross she fists in the quiet gloom. A token. Some beat-up trinket of her mother’s she couldn’t part with after her death so she’s taken to carrying it with her like a talisman even though she hasn’t believed in anything, or in anyone, for a long time. Not for years and years. Not until him, that is.

Neil.

He’ll be fine, Claire assures herself with a nod and a sniff. He’ll be okay.

The scan results sit in a folder next to her feet, still in need of a consult, still in want of a surgical scheme. The words “stable but critical” float in her periphery then flicker out again like a nightmare that won’t fade.

He needs to be okay, she thinks. Cold bites into her palm as she squeezes then releases, squeezes then releases, her pinky tracing the divots the pendant leaves behind on her skin.

He has to be.

Slowly, organically, Neil has chipped away at her walls to become a fixture in her life and she likes him there. Needs him there. She realizes she’ll do anything to keep him around, to keep him close to her for as long as she can.

So believer or not, Claire bows her head. She closes her eyes tighter and lets faith bleed from her heart straight into her hands.

Clutching her mother’s cross to her breast, begging for the strength and the skill to save him so they can have more time to bowl badly or laugh the night away over beers, so she can have the chance to say the words she already feels, she utters an urgent plea into the space around the stairs.

Claire wishes so hard for him to live that the words flutter as they take wing. They transform into symbols of her hope and despair:

A fossil in the air.

A sob with feathers.

A scream leeching from her compressed lips like a prayer.

.

.

.

Neil wakes with his head bandaged, his abdomen dissected with stitches, and a tuft of curly softness blanketed over his arm.

Squinting against the harsh hospital light, he sits up. Allows himself to adjust. To take in his surroundings.

Currently he lies flat in bed. A central line coils up his arm. His head pounds, and his mouth is dry. Wrapped in scratchy sheets, in sticky gauze and bandages, he notices the curtains are pulled shut for privacy and that there’s a woman fast asleep in the space beside him.

The first thing he does is smile. The second thing he does is tremble, relief as well as gratitude pricking the corners of his eyes.

The sight of Claire snoring and pillowed against his side overwhelms him so much that he shifts to brush his hand over the crown of her head without thinking. His touch, both featherlight and timid because he’s worried she’s a mirage on the verge of disappearing, petrified that one wrong move will shatter the reality of this moment like glass, Neil cups her cheek in his palm and he marvels—he savors.

He loses himself in the pure simplicity of touch. The chaste pleasure of it. Tracing the curves of her face with his thumb until she wakes.

“Hey there, sleepy head. Nice to see you again,” he whispers as her eyelids flicker open.

“Hey, you. Welcome back,” she stirs groggily and yawns. “Can I get you anything? Pillows? Blankets? Meds? Here, let me—”

Claire makes to move, to fuss over him, but she stops when Neil shakes his head, holding her in place with a look, with a languid stroke of his fingers along her jawline. Relenting, she softens enough to desist fidgeting. Then leans into his palm to ask, “How are you feeling?”

“Fine.”

“Fine?” she balks, sitting up. “Don’t lie.”

“I’m not. Though, I do have the sneaking suspicion I was autopsied in my sleep for spare parts,” he jokes, wincing, “but otherwise I’m not bad. Fuzzy. Sore mostly. And you?”

“I’m okay, I guess. You know…considering.” Her shoulders heavy, Claire shrugs as she averts her gaze to check his fluids and vitals on the monitor, exhaling like she’s been holding in a breath for years. “Anyway, I’m much better now that you’re out of surgery.”

“—Not to mention conscious.”

“Right.”

“And talking again,” Neil adds glibly.

“Yeah,” she laughs but it falls flat. “That, too.”

“How long have I been out, by the way?” It’s a pointed question. Uncomfortable. Painful for them both to address because of all the might have been’s and almost was’s it carries with it, but he needs to know. He has to be in possession of all the facts.

Turning toward the window, Claire adjusts the blinds and swipes at her face, hiccupping back some stray emotion she doesn’t want him to see. “It’s been a while," she explains. Doesn't elaborate.

“Oh.”

“Yeah," she says, her voice small. “Things were touch and go for a few days.”

“I see.” A beat of strained silence. Then another. And another. He’s starting to notice the weariness she wears about her person now: the paleness, her rimmed complexion, the wrinkles in her clothes. He even recognizes the remnants of a few to-go lattes in the trash bin. It makes him wonder how many hours she’s spent camped out in this room while he recovered—weighing the odds. Pouring over charts. Pacing the floor while she waited for signs of life that weren’t guaranteed, or worse, might not have been coming at all.

“Hey, Claire?” he breaks in softly.

“Hm?”

“I just wanted to say I’m sorry.”

Startled and sobering, she turns. Sits back down on the edge of the bed. “For what?” she asks.

“Nearly dying to start,” Neil says with a sigh. “For the cowardice I’ve been hiding behind. For not knowing one-sided conversations aren’t all they’re cracked up to be, or that living inside your own head lands you nowhere except in hell.

“I’ve been stupid and careless… wasted so much time. I’m a fool for not having told you I’m in love with you sooner, for one,” he continues huskily, his voice breaking around emotion and a smile when she gapes back at him in disbelief. “But I am. In love with you, that is. Have been for a while.”

Claire’s eyes are red and glassy now. Her head has fallen during his speech to make a pillow of his chest, a place from where she blinks even and level back at him. Studying him as if he were a scientific specimen.

Still, there’s a warmth about her that puts him at ease. Her attentiveness is a balm that makes him stronger and bolder even though he has no reason to be.

Shrugging, Neil offers a slight upward quirk of his mouth before adding, “I could have lost you. Best to just—lay it all out there at this point, don’t you think?”

The sentimentality behind his choice of words is not lost upon him but he finds there’s no point in discretion now. There is nothing dumber to him than chasing back courage with fear when he knows how he’s ended up here, and why. There has to be a reason he’s come back to this world. To this hospital. To this moment. And to her.

There has to be.

He believes there’s a future out there where they can hold happiness in both hands, he feels it like a scalpel pressed against an artery. All they have to do is be brave enough to make a grab for it. Mark the incision. Cut the damn thing wide open and let possibility bleed where it bleeds.

“If you don’t realize I love you, too,” Claire sniffs at long last, trying to sound droll and unaffected, though not quite managing it with tears spilling down her cheeks, “then you’re an idiot.”

“An idiot, huh?”

“The biggest.”

“Right.” He considers this seriously. “Got it. Now, can you rate that on a scale of 1 to 10 for me, please?”

Snorting, she fires back without missing a beat, “Sure. Try infinity.”

Neil laughs at that. Then, with undisguised tenderness, he frames Claire’s head in his hands and pulls her toward him by the nape until she’s tangled in sheets and IV wires with him. To hell with the pain.

“Well then. Let’s see if I can do something to lower that number, Dr. Browne,” he says before capturing her mouth in an overdue kiss to cinch things between them with chemistry. With feeling. Jumpstarting their hearts like a defibrillator that will reset everything.

That one kiss, as it turns out, marks the first step towards being able to forge a future together. A start. To them, it comes to represent just that: a new beginning.