Recovery

Sections written by the former co-writer: (cw)
(cw)
Avaria was thoroughly relieved at the concept of being allowed to visit Firmus in recovery, however briefly. The typical stay lasted from half an hour to ninety minutes; just to make sure there were no immediate complications or setbacks from the procedure. Then, assuming nothing went wrong; her husband would be in intensive care for a few days just to make sure everything went as planned. With this in mind, she went to see Firmus- concern and uneasiness lurking at the back of her mind all the while.
Admittedly, the surgeons had said he was fine upon being admitted to recovery; but Avaria wasn’t about to feel certain about anything until she saw Firmus for herself.
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The recovery room was small but not necessarily cramped; everything seemed to have been done in mild colors like white and blue, and a window opened onto the Coruscant cityscape thick with speeder traffic and the haze of fog. Firmus was lying in the room’s sole bed, unmoving and seemingly asleep. The bandages and medical patches on his arms and collarbone had been removed; revealing slowly-healing bruises and lacerations.
Various machines and translucent tubes were attached to the wounded human, and generic pajamas hung over his slight and scrawny frame. Thin plastic tubing had been inserted into Firmus’ nostrils to loop behind his ears; presumably disappearing into some sort of oxygen tank or generator, and there did not seem to be an inch of his pale complexion that wasn’t bruised or swollen in some way.
To say the least, this was all very disconcerting to Avaria. She had not been expecting this. Then again, what had she been expecting?
Firmus is strong, young….
She found she had to remind herself.
The medics all said that none of these injuries are fatal. All this worry isn’t going to help anyone. He’ll be just fine . . . 
At this, she was alerted to the fact that Firmus seemed to be awaking. Slowly and blearily, he opened both his eyes to look at her through a sedative-induced fog.
“Why hello there, Mrs. Piett.”
He rasped, his voice sounding weak and disused from the time in a bacta tank. But there were few words his wife had wanted to hear more. Firmly but gently, Avaria hugged Firmus until she had to stop for fear of breaking his other ribs.
“And hello to you, too.”
She smiled. “How are you?”
“I could be better.” He attempted to deadpan.
(end of co write)
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