Kuran
SWRP Writer
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- May 14, 2011
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Aren Nalto was not having a good day.
He had woken up in a hospital bed. That had perhaps set the tone for the rest of the day to come. One simply did not wake up with a hole in his arm and expect the day to get better. It simply didn't work like that. And yet, Aren had decided to make it that little bit worse. Instead of doing what the surgeon had told him and staying in bed, he had checked himself out of Coruscant General, getting a sling for his arm in the process.
Grabbing a taxi outside of the hospital, he had paid the driver with a credit chip from his coat, and promptly fallen asleep in the back. He'd been woken up an hour later, with the driver, a distinctly frazzled Nautolan, insisting that he get out.
The man, just touching twenty-five, had stumbled out, and the taxi had soared off almost as soon as the door had closed. Aren stumbled his way up the steps in front of him, head bowed in pain, ignoring the fact that he was ascending the steps of the Jedi Temple. The man, dressed in a long grey, almost military cut, full length coat with his hand peeking out of the side due to the sling, waited until he heard the footsteps of someone close by before raising his head.
"I..." He coughed violently, hand coming away from his mouth with a drop of blood on it. "I need to see a Jedi...."
He had woken up in a hospital bed. That had perhaps set the tone for the rest of the day to come. One simply did not wake up with a hole in his arm and expect the day to get better. It simply didn't work like that. And yet, Aren had decided to make it that little bit worse. Instead of doing what the surgeon had told him and staying in bed, he had checked himself out of Coruscant General, getting a sling for his arm in the process.
Grabbing a taxi outside of the hospital, he had paid the driver with a credit chip from his coat, and promptly fallen asleep in the back. He'd been woken up an hour later, with the driver, a distinctly frazzled Nautolan, insisting that he get out.
The man, just touching twenty-five, had stumbled out, and the taxi had soared off almost as soon as the door had closed. Aren stumbled his way up the steps in front of him, head bowed in pain, ignoring the fact that he was ascending the steps of the Jedi Temple. The man, dressed in a long grey, almost military cut, full length coat with his hand peeking out of the side due to the sling, waited until he heard the footsteps of someone close by before raising his head.
"I..." He coughed violently, hand coming away from his mouth with a drop of blood on it. "I need to see a Jedi...."