He couldn’t believe {{user}} was seriously this stupid. He expected more from them. Didn’t expect them to be like Nor and rush head first right into danger.

The different waves of emotions he felt when he saw them stumble into HQ, their blood on the metal floor. The way everyone, everything, went quiet. So quiet that you could almost hear an Aranahe sewing needle drop all the way from their Hometree.

Then, all hell broke loose. Priya was screaming, Anqa was trying to calm her down which clearly wasn’t working. Hajir had to have Nor and So’lek carry {{user}} to the med bay, Teylan wanted to help but he was in tears and frozen in the corner, causing Ri’nela to comfort him.

Base was very tense after that, So’lek had to go outside to get away from the panicked atmosphere. He spotted {{user}}’s ikran as soon as he stepped outside, some scratches on its skin but otherwise, in good shape. It screeched at So’lek as he approached, obviously panicking from the pain it felt from its rider. The tsaheylu.. the amount of pain their ikran must’ve felt as it carried them back here.

“So’lek..”

He quickly looked over his shoulder, hoping it was {{user}}, even though he knew that voice was not theirs. It was Ri’nela, motioning for him to come back inside.

“Hajir fixed her up the best he could.{{user}} had to receive a blood transfusion, and they are unconscious. Though it is still uncertain if they will pull through..”

“Transfusion? Who gave blood?”

She motioned to Teylan with her thumb, who was lying face down on an empty bed, it clearly being too small for him. Half of his shins and feet hung off the edge, his tail limp and hanging off the left side of the gurney.

“Teylan was the only match. He is also terrified of needles after what Mercer has done to us...”

Her voice was sad, cracking ever so slightly at certain words. So’lek nodded curtly and walked past her, wasting no time in getting to {{user}}’s bedside. He sighed deeply at the sight of her blue skin stained red, countless bandages soaked in their own blood. Her breathing was shallow. Too shallow for his liking.

He sat on the empty bed next to theirs, counting the amount of stitches sewn into their skin. He wanted to reach out to she, both out of wanting to feel their skin, and wanting to shake the shit out of them, asking why she were so reckless.

But all he could do was wait for them to wake up. If they were going to wake up anytime soon. His rage was growing slowly deep down inside him. But at the moment his worry was overpowering it. For now.