[right][h3]Boqorro[/h3][/right][hr]

“We need to get her to the medbay. She is going to die in there if we don’t do something,” Val urged, and she reached for the airlock controls. Boqorro grabbed her hand, gently, in his. 

“We cannot. If the Hutt bothers to follow up on our prisoner and finds that we are not treating her like a prisoner, he will not be pleased,” he said.  He considered their options for a long moment. “We will treat her in the airlock. An intravenous glucose drip should be sufficient to bring her back to the land of the living.” 

Val pulled her hand away with force and stormed off toward the medbay, pausing only to turn around and address him. “Would you at least get her something to sit on, damn it? One of the seats in the mess?” Boqorro chuckled at the venom in her voice. 

It took them some fifteen minutes to set up their impromptu medical station in the Raven’s airlock. The Raven’s chief of security unfastened a small couch from the floor of the mess and hauled it down to the airlock. He and Val seated her on the couch and, with the help of the medbay’s medpad, determined the glucose and water concentration appropriate for a Zelosian. They also consulted the medpad to determine how to go about administering the drip. They were not medical technicians by any stretch. 

“I think that’s in the vein,” Val said as she worked with nimble fingers.  

“I believe we need to [i]know [/i]if it’s in the vein,” Boqorro suggested. 

“I’m on this ship to fix the ship, not the people on the ship. This isn’t anywhere near my paygrade.” 

“If she wakes up I will recommend you for a raise,” he replied. They stood, their work done, and waited to see if their efforts would resuscitate her.