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[organicmeatbag]

He's helpless with not knowing what to do. Everything - surgical removal, kolto, herbal medicines - they've tried only makes it worse or does nothing good. All he can do is watch on as the parasites grow in strength and size to encase his son's arm

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[jedi_exile]

In the time it had taken Kira to get to Wayland from Alderaan, she had near wore a hole in the ship she'd borrowed. She paced for nearly two days with only breaks to eat and to check the navigation. And sleep, a little.

When she gets there, she lands the ship and is down the ramp as quickly as she can, pressing through people, in search of Ranthus' familiar face.

[organicmeatbag]

"Kira."

Ranthus waves her over from where he stands near the reception doors, waiting. She looks like her husband is on the brink of death, sullen yet determined, and he has no words of comfort to share.

He doesn't embrace her when they meet up, such is the hesitancy in their relationship, simply leads her through the doors and down the stalk white halls where her husband rests.

He talks as they walk, catching her up. " - They're basically releasing a toxin into his system. It's what killed the others but for some reason he's hanging on longer than the rest of them. They're not multiplying as fast. It seems like they're almost...confused."

[jedi_exile]

"And you still don't know what they are?" Kira glances over at her father-in-law, her hand hesitantly resting on her stomach. "And...and they're just staying on Revan, right?"

She's scared her husband might be dying, but she's even more scared of exposing their unborn child.

They turn the corner and stop outside where Revan is, Kira's hesitating showing again. She feels almost sick with the worry of it all.

[organicmeatbag]

"There's nothing in the databases. We were hoping you could help identify them." Ranthus's gaze drops to her protruding belly with a brief frown. He'd almost forgot Revan had told him about the expectant child. "There's no danger of contamination. We're certain of that. Revan would have to..."

He trails off. It's not something he needs to finish saying. They both know. He holds off on opening the door to Revan's hall. He feels the need to warn her:

"It's...bad, Kira. His hand, forearm, biceps - they've covered the entirety of the left arm, moving onto the shoulder and chest. We try to keep him as comfortable as we can, but he's in pain."