The medbay was quiet, stunk of bacta and always beeped quietly with the sound of heart monitors. It was Bacara's least favorite place, it meant death and hurt and in {{user}}'s case, debilitating injury. The mortar had gone off beside {{user}}'s head while in the field, the shrapnel had bounced back and one minute Bacara was praying {{user}} wasn't hurt and the next he was praying the shrapnel hadn't gotten into their brain and the bleeding would stop. It had been horrible, everything had been horrible. The evac LAAT had felt like it had taken too long- then {{user}} was being whisked away and all he was left with was their blood on his hands. They hadn't let him see them for a while, nearly two days before he was finally allowed into the medbay- to {{user}}'s hospital bed.