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[rogue_wraith]

The front door bangs open and an admittedly slight man in full, obnoxious-orange flight gear stumbles through, all-over soot and grime. His flight goggles, pushed up onto his forehead, are nearly opaque with soot, and his still-gloved hands bear scorch marks. He's coughing fit to burst, having inhaled a good dose of the fumes from burning

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[nodistresshere]

When she enters Milliways from Coruscant, and Wedge is on campaign, Iella watches the door. It's a habit; one that has paid off handsomely in the past, and one that she's not about to break.

The flightsuit is impossible to miss.

She freezes for barely a split second.

A quick flurry of movement, a flash of blonde hair, and Iella is at Wedge's side, a full glass of water in hand and her other hand raising his chin, searching him for signs of serious injury. Her face is pale and close to his.

She doesn't trust her voice.

[rogue_wraith]

"Leave off and go see to my pilots." Wedge orders roughly, thinking Iella is yet another of the over-helpful medics that swarmed Rogue squadron the moment they touched down. He only caught a few lungfuls of bad air before the clearer reserves had kicked on through his mask - he'll survive, even if he's going to be deucedly uncomfortable for a while.

Of course, if he could see properly through tearing eyes and had a better fix on his location, his response would be somewhat different.

[nodistresshere]

"None of your pilots are here right now," says Iella, her voice calm and tight. "It's just you. And if you don't let me tend to you, Wedge Antilles, so help me, you are going to regret it."

[rogue_wraith]

"Iella?" His voice is still rough, but that's more due to the coughing than him being brusque. "If someone's gone and narced me into submission, I'm not sure if I'll have to thank them for a dream with you in," He rambles, interrupted at times by vicious fits of coughing, "Or shoot them for not doping me enough to ignore the state of my lungs."

[nodistresshere]

"Don't talk," she says. "You're only making it worse. You're in Milliways, Wedge, not dreaming; would a drink of water help?"

She doesn't think, from the number of looks over that she has given him (pausing several times on his burned gloves), that he's seriously injured. Still, though her hand holds steady on his shoulder, her heart is beating too fast.

[rogue_wraith]

"As much as I hate to admit it," He replies between coughing fits, ignoring her order to be quiet, "A glass of bacta would be better. And a chaser of whiskey wouldn't be a bad idea."

Fine, so maybe it would be from a medical perspective, but it's been a long day. He wants a drink.

[nodistresshere]

Iella shoots him an eloquent look at the second suggestion, whether or not he can see it, and she rises and slips away to the bar. She has a quick word with Bar, and then she's back with a glass of the thick liquid, and the same tumbler of water. There will be no whiskey from this quarter.

"Let me see your hands," she says, kneeling in front of him and taking his hands in hers. She starts pulling off his gloves.

(If Wedge hasn't gathered yet, Iella is not willing to take no for an answer.)

[rogue_wraith]

"Bacta first." Wedge replies, just as stubborn. He'd rather get the last of his badness over for the day. Blearily he rubs at is eyes, trying to clear them for long enough to make out which glass holds the noxious cure-all.

[nodistresshere]

Iella knows that note of stubbornness when she hears it. She passes the glass of bacta into his right hand, holding on until she's certain he has a firm grip, and then she sets to work peeling the glove off the left.

[rogue_wraith]

It's not that he wants to drink it, but really, waiting only makes it worse. He knocks it back with the skill of a life-long drinker, managing not to gag as the foul liquid slides down his throat. The last few drops is a bit trickier - he picked up this trick during the first few months he flew with Red Squadron.

Very, very deliberately (and with a bit of face-making) he inhales the last of the bacta.

This, of course, sets him to coughing again. Shakily and blindly he sets the glass down on the floor before he drops the blasted thing, while he does his best not to mix gagging with coughing.

[nodistresshere]

She slides the empty glass out of the way, and she gently pulls the dirty flight goggles off his head. A touch helplessly--though not without glancing around to see if anyone in the immediate vicinity looks anything like a medic--she waits out the coughing spell, on her knees in front of him, glass of water at the ready for the second she thinks he can drink it without drowning.

"It's foul, I know," she murmurs, worried brown eyes on him and hand on his arm.

[rogue_wraith]

It's probably something of a placebo effect, but he can almost feel his lungs clearing. Thank the Force for bacta, no matter how foul it tastes.
"It is alright, love. Thank you." He offers her a traditionally crooked smile as he continues her work and teases off his other glove.

That was entirely too close.

[nodistresshere]

She offers the glass of water without a word about it, though she nods once, still in crisis mode even if the familiar smile settles the tight feeling in her chest some.

She brushes her fingers against his brow. "Are you hurt?"

[rogue_wraith]

"Just a bit toasted. Got an squint up under my shields. I'm going to get the full lecture about treating my 'wing well when the mechanics get done with her." He assures her, running a few fingers through the bacta residue left in the glass and spreading it over the most crisped spots.

[nodistresshere]

She looks him over critically, face pulled into a concerned frown. "You're sure? They have a perfectly serviceable infirmary here; I'm sure the personnel could look you over with very little trouble--"

Obvious immediate danger over with, she is, in fact, sitting back on her feet and doing something very rare -- babbling a little.

[rogue_wraith]

"I am sure, love. Just a bit more roasted than I'd like. But," He adds, seriously, managing to focus his gaze, "If it makes you feel better, let's go find that medic."