Hi! If you’d like to do a prompt for the hurt/comfort, I’d suggest 13 for Dara and literally anyone.
I took literally anyone to mean my beloved baby boy, and Dara's padawan, Lami Aulo. He is so unbelievably precious to me.
Bubbles
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"There's no shame in crying. I promise."
Lami looked up at Master Idella.
She was sitting in the plastoid chair next to the bed that the nice healer at the front desk of the healers wing showed them to. She smiled softly up at him, her hands clasped in her lap.
"I'm okay," Lami said quietly.
Master Idella leaned towards him, resting her folded arms on the edge of the bed frame.
"You're being very brave," she told him quietly, "but it's okay, sweetheart. You can cry if you need to."
She leaned closer.
"It might even make you feel better," she whispered.
Lami swallowed. Tears welled up in the corners of his eyes.
"It really really hurts," he told her, his voice wobbling.
"Oh, sweetheart," she said, reaching up to him.
He burst into tears, finally giving in to what he'd wanted to do since he tripped and fell down the staircase and the adrenaline wore off. Master Idella folded down the railing and sat on the edge of the bed, tipping Lami into her side. She kissed the top of his head and smoothed her hand over his ahwey, resting hers against his and releasing calming scents.
He tried to breathe like Master Idella had taught him, in for four and out for seven, but he couldn't. Breathing too deeply caused his broken bones to shift, and it hurt. Everything hurt.
"Oh it's okay sweetie," Master Idella said, her fingers curling softly around one of his ahwey. "The healer will be here soon. They'll help. You just cry it out, baby."
So that's what Lami does. Master Idella has always been kind, always taken care of him. She's told him, many times, that what works for most Jedi might not work for him. It doesn't work for her, it doesn't always work for Master Fisto. It's okay to be different.
It's okay to cry.
"There we go," she said, kissing his temple again, "I'm here. You're okay sweetheart."
Lami sobbed. It hurt. He'd never broken anything before, and it hurt so much.
"Hey Lami!" a voice called. "Hey Dara!"
He took a hitching breath. Lami wiped his tears on the back of his hand, the one that wasn't broken, and blinked up at Bant. As soon as he saw her familiar smiling face, her pale pink skin and her big kind eyes, he relaxed.
Bant was his favourite healer by far.
"Aw I heard you've been in the wars, little bro," she said, smiling kindly. "You hurt your arm?"
Lami nodded, sniffling miserably. Master Idella stroked his back soothingly.
"Well, let me scan you, and we'll see what we can do," Bant said. "You want to put your headphones on?"
Fresh tears welled up and rolled down his cheeks.
"Lami's headphones were in his hand when he fell," Master Idella said, still rubbing his back soothingly, "they're broken."
Bant turned towards him, the scanner in hand.
"Oh, I'm so sorry Lami," she said. "But I'm sure Zatt can fix them up in no time. Hold still while I scan you."
Master Idella squeezed his hand while Baby scanned him. He didn't like the noise of the scanner, it was weird, and he wrinkled his nose.
"Okay. Well, there's good news and bad news," Bant said when she'd finished scanning him. "Bad news first?"
Lami nodded, Master Idella's thumb stroking over the back of his hand where it was cradled in her lap.
Bant smiled.
"Well," she said, perching on the end of the bed, "the bad news is you broke your collarbone and your wrist. No swimming for a little while, buddy. The good news is that they're both clean breaks and don't need resetting, so you can have some painkillers straight away!"
Lami blinked at her.
"That's good, isn't it sweetie?" Master Idella said, squeezing his hand again. Lami nodded uncertainley.
Bant prepped the hypospray. He'd seen them before plenty of times; had all his vaccinations when he was a tadpole. He didn't like them, but in the same way that no one did, not like how he didn’t like scratchy fabrics or the sound of metal pots banging together, so he could manage well enough.
Still, he squeezed Master Idella's hand and practised his breathing techniques while Bant swabbed and cleaned his neck. He wrinkled his nose when she pressed the little plunger and he felt the sharp prick, followed by the horrible cold sensation that travelled down his arm.
Master Idella kissed the side of his head.
"Feels weird doesn't it?" she said, releasing a little puff of calming scent.
Lami nodded.
As he nodded his head started to feel too big and floaty.
"Oh," he said.
Well. It didn't hurt anymore. But it was making Lami feel very weird.
"Alright there kiddo?" Bant asked softly, smiling at him with her head tilted.
"My head's too big," Lami told her. "It's gonna float away."
Master Idella moved beside him, her hands stilling on his ahwey.
"Um… Bant?" she asked, frowning a little.
"He's fine," Bant said, grinning at Lami. "Perfectly normal reaction. Feeling good little bro?"
"You have the best smile," Lami said. It was true. Very wide and friendly. One of Lami’s favourite smiles.
"Aw thanks buddy," Bant replied, pinching his cheek and grinning even wider. "Ready to get fixed up?"
"Yep yep yep," Lami said, wiggling his fingers. He held them up to show Master Idella.
"Fingers are strange," he told her. "All… long. An wriggly. An' pokey."
Master Idella grinned at him.
"You're right sweetie," she said, catching his fingers in her hand. She squeezed them gently. "Very wriggly and pokey."
He giggled.
"You've got a good smile too," Lami told her. "Very nice. Not as big as Bant's though."
"Thanks baby," she said.
Lami loved Master Idella. She gave the best cuddles.
"Alright kiddo," Bant said. "Hold still for me and we can get you all strapped up."
"Okie dokie," Lami said.
His head felt strange. But good strange. He liked the floaty feeling.
Bant picked up his injured hand carefully, strapping it into a fun looking brace. Then she got some nice soft fabric and strapped his arm to his chest.
"Wiggle your fingers for me," she said. Lami waved at her.
She and Master Idella laughed. They had nice laughs. Like bells.
"Other hand sweetheart," Master Idella said gently.
"Oh. Right."
Lami giggled and wiggled his fingers for her.
"I can't move my arm though," he told her. "Is that bad?"
"That's on purpose kiddo," Bant said, tweaking his nose. "Can't move it until your collarbone is all fixed up."
"Oh," Lami blinked. He looked down at where his little red fingers were poking out from the soft white bandage. He looked up at Master Idella.
"But I won't be able to go swimming," he said.
"Just for a little while, sweetie," Master Idella said.
"Only two weeks," Bant added.
Lami waggled his head around. It felt wobbly. He began to roll his head around and started giggling. Bant and Master Idella laughed too, which made him giggle more.
"I like painkillers," Lami told them, his head lolling to the side. "They make me feel happy funny."
"Oh dear," Master Idella said, but she was laughing so it was probably okay. She tipped his head back upright and kissed his ahwey. Lami snuggled into her with a satisfied hum.
There was a bang outside and Master Fisto came through the curtain. He looked even bigger than usual. His robes were flapping like a big… flappy thing.
"Lami? Oh my gods are you okay?" he shouted, "Agen told me what happened."
"He's fine Master," Bant said. "Just a broken wrist and collarbone. He'll be right as rain in no time."
Master Fisto clutched his chest dramatically. Zatt came through the curtain behind him and smiled at Lami. Lami waved at him and then spent a few seconds staring at his fingers. How had he never noticed how strange they were before?
"Oh Force," Master Fisto said. "I was so worried."
Zatt patted Master Fisto on the back and jumped up onto the end of the bed with a grin, folding his legs.
"I miss when I was the lineage baby," he said. "You used to care about me this much. Feeling okay Lami?"
"I feel good," Lami told him. "The killpainers are making me floaty."
Zatt blinked. He grinned.
"That does sound good," he said. "Maybe I should break some of my bones, get a bit floaty too."
"Don't you dare," Master Fisto said, sinking into the chair that Master Idella had vacated. "My poor old heart couldn't take it."
"I don't know what you're sitting down for Master," Bant said. "He's free to go."
"What? Already?"
Lami held up his good hand and studied his fingers some more. He could feel the tips of them fizzing.
"Just check he can wiggle his fingers once an hour for the rest of the day. If he's in pain then you know the deal, if it can't be managed with the stuff you have in your quarters then comm me and I'll have another look. Other than that, make sure he doesn't fall down any more stairs," Bant said.
Lami held his hand up to show Zatt.
"Can you see the bubbles?" he asked.
Zatt glanced at Bant.
"Are you sure?" he asked. "Kiddo seems a little… spacey."
"It'll wear off," Bant said. "Go on, clear out. All of you."
Lami tried to climb off the bed but Master Idella caught him.
"Ah ah ah," she said, "not until you're sober sweetie, otherwise we'll just have to walk right back in when you break your other arm."
She lifted him up and settled him on her hip. Lami grabbed her ahwey to balance himself, giggling as he nuzzled the side of her head happily.
"Ough," she said, kissing his nose. "You're getting heavy."
"Want me to take him?" Master Fisto asked, holding his arms out.
"Hands off, Fisto," Master Idella said, squeezing Lami. "Carry your own padawan."
Master Fisto turned around, and before Zatt could jump off the bed he was being lifted up.
"Ah! Kit!"
"Your quarters?" Master Fisto asked while Zatt squirmed in his arms.
"Get off me!"
"I think so," Master Idella said.
"Kit! Let me go!"
"I'll come by later," Bant said. "Zatt, just give in. He still picks me and Nadhar up. You're not getting free no matter how hard you try."
Zatt went floppy in Master Fisto's grip, scowling. He was upside down. Lami giggled. Zatt started to pull faces at him and he giggled even harder.
"Come on boys," Master Idella said. "Thank you, Bant. We'll see you later."
"Bye Dar, bye kiddo," Bant said, leaning forwards to kiss Lami's cheek. "Remember to keep wiggling those fingers!"
Lami wiggled all of his fingers at her and she laughed. Master Idella kissed Bant's cheek and then followed Master Fisto and Zatt out of the medical wing. Master Fisto had shifted Zatt so he was hanging over his shoulder, shrieking and struggling.
Lami leaned his head against Master Idella's happily.
He liked this feeling. He didn't even mind that he couldn't move his arm. Everything was wibbly-wobbly but in a good way. Like he was wearing his special headphones but over his whole self.
"That does sound like fun," Master Idella said.
Lami blinked.
Was he talking out loud?
"You are indeed, sweetie," Master Idella said.
"Oh."
Lami rested his head on her shoulder and watched as Zatt started biting Master Fisto's ahwey. Both of them were yelling at each other. They were very silly.
"They are indeed."
"Hey Master?"
"Yeah, sweetie?"
"Love you."
"Love you too sweetie," Master Dara said with a smile, "I love you too."
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