1/10 - extra limbs.
so i decided that i am going to do goretober this year for my star wars universe ! i donât actually have a lot of expereince WITH gore and writing horror, so this first one probably sucks major a s s, but i hope that you guys stick along with me through this spooky month !
under the cut at the bottom of the work, is the prompt list that i am using ! warnings: excessive blood, amputation.
word count: 1112
Gwen didnât really know what she was expecting when everyone came barging into her medbay. Well, when she says her medbay, she means the medbay that she frequents on the destroyer that they were currently stationed on. The brunette had heard that the battle down on the current planet had been bloody and a lot more casualties had occurred more than what they were used to, but she didnât think it would be this bad.
Clones were piling in and Gwen suddenly wished that she was back with the 501st, with her group and Anakin. Somehow it always seemed like they didnât experience as many casualties as any of the other clone squadrons did. Med droids were rushing about the place in just as fast pace as were the human medics and Gwen was so lost, watching everyone rush by with broken and wounded soldiers on stretchers that she didnât snap back into action when she heard her name being called.
More than once.
âDock we need you over here!â Brown eyes snapped to the left and her brain finally broke itself out of the fog it had been under and she spotted Cody, the normally calm and cool-headed commander wasnât looking so hot. Blood was rushing down the side of his face and most of it was pooling in the corner of his eye. Gwen made her way over and reached out, as she placed a hand against the right side of his head but he pulled away.
âCody, youâre bleeding.â Her voice held the tone she always wore when she was in Doctor mode. She held authority and just a slight bit of concern in her voice. But the clone commander gave her a look and nodded his head back towards the bed to the left of them.
âYeah, but not as badly as Eyeball.â Gwen let her worry subside as Cody managed to stand on his own two feet for longer than five seconds, no signs of a concussion though. She would have to have a closer look at him when the chaos died down, he should be fine, but the medic knew that he would need to have stitches later. She would probably need Obi-Wan around to help convince Cody to sit still for more than thirty seconds.
Gwen nodded her head in reply before she turned her attention onto Eyeball. Moving closer to his bed, Gwen noticed his face scrunched up in pain and her heart tugged inside her chest as she noticed the sudden lack of limb on his right arm. âHey, Eyeball,â Gwen spoke softly, leaning closer, making sure to block out every noise that could possibly be heard. âEyeball.â She murmured again and the clone trooper opened his eyes, the pain still etched onto his face. Gwen then let her hand grab ahold of his left hand and squeezed onto it.
âDock,â His voice was slurred and Gwen couldnât help but wince, his entire right arm was gone, possibly blown off by one of the droids that they had been facing. It couldnât have been a lightsaber wound, the cut (from what she could tell) wasnât clean enough plus the amount of blood that had been splattered onto Eyeballâs armour was evidence enough. The brunette knew that even if they had the limb, there was very little chance of being able to put it back. It would have needed to be placed into an ice-cold container straight away. Gwen looked up at Cody and when he shook his head, she knew that they hadnât even recovered it. The bacta that was placed over the stump where his arm would have been attached to his elbow was nicely done, but the blue was turning red incredibly quick. âDock, thought you were with the 501st today.â
Gwen knew to never get emotionally attached to those that she worked with and those that would eventually become her patients, even with the clones that she barely had any interaction with, but during the war - during this amount of intimate time together, it was hard for the doctor to even fathom being cold-hearted and distant from them. âNo, no they reassigned me today. General Skywalker thought I deserved a break.â It was then that a Med droid had made itself known, Gwen wasnât skilled enough to fix an amputated arm, she wasnât that kind of a doctor. Eyeball laughed until he started coughing, Gwen leaned back but still held firm onto his left hand.
âWell - arenât we lucky.â It was then that Gwen suddenly felt a hand against her back and the brunette let her head tilt to the side to look behind her. But she didnât even need to catch a glimpse of the sandy coloured robes to know that it was Obi-Wan. A sad smile split across her lips, as a soft sigh of relief escaped her, she had been worried about him. Her connection with the Force seemed to have been preoccupied with all the clones that were buzzing about in the medbay that she had missed the ever-living presences of the Jedi Master.
âYeah, you are,â Gwen replied, looking back down at Eyeball, then to the bloody stump once the droid had peeled away the bacta packs.
âI will take it from here.â The med droid announced before Gwen was pulled away, his left hand still firmly wrapped around her own. âWe will take care of him, Doctor.â Gwen kept her gaze on the clone, before Obi-Wanâs presences within her mind and the hand on her shoulder pulled her away even more.
âOkay. Yeah.â She mumbled before she gave Eyeball one last squeeze. âYouâll be okay. Iâll be here to look after you when you get out.â And with that, the droid wheeled the clone away, further into the medbay and everything suddenly felt still and quiet.
She didnât even notice that her hands were suddenly covered in the clones blood. It was still wet and sticky and she tried not to focus too much on it, otherwise, the overwhelming urge to wipe it off and to get clean would rear its ugly head. Gwen knew that this wouldnât be the last time she would get these soldiers blood on her hands. But it still wasnât a nice feeling. âDock! We need you!â A soft sigh escaped from her lips as Gwen turned around, looking at Obi-Wan who had placed his hand over his beard, like he normally did when he was either thinking or worried. Or possibly both. Gwen didnât want to see any more broken or torn off limbs today - but that just might be the understatement of the year.
