thisavrou_log | Take it slow [CLOSED]

Who: Adrien and Padmé
When: A few days after her arrival
Where: Medbay
What: Padmé has some questions, although whether there are answers...
Warnings: No.

There was still no clear answer as to how any of this was possible. Perhaps it was something she should simply let drop as not only was Anakin here- and yes, Anakin and not the man whose hand had make a squeezing motion on Mustafar and looked upon her with such negative emotion- but it also seemed that Padmé was being given a chance she would otherwise never have had. Leia.

But that wasn't Padmé's way to simply accept something as it was. No, it had always been what had driven her forward, that desire to know and to learn, to see through any falsehoods and stand for those who couldn't stand for themselves. It wasn't that she was regretting the fact that she was alive, but yes, she was still questioning it. It was as if Polis Massa had never occurred, even though she knew it had. She was no doctor though, and while there had been a check-up when she first arrived, she did want a second opinion.

It was why today found her entering in to the medical area. Truthfully, she wasn't certain of the protocol and if she had to make an appointment. It was a piece of information that she hadn't imparted upon many yet, and asking too many questions might have gotten some in return. No, first she needed to see if there was anything there, or if it was as good as it seemed- that she was truly alive again. It was why she did stop within the area, glancing around, and sought someone to ask.

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She was familiar enough with the expression to realize that he was thinking, although whether it was good or bad, Padmé couldn't tell. Speculative, maybe, especially if he had no reference for her own particular situation. Nothing was covered about it, and Padmé knew that she had been moved. She had died on Polis Massa, wearing her medical robe. Yet, she had arrived here in attire that was akin to something someone would be buried in.

Padmé did listen as he spoke, knowing that she did fall in to the latter, but beyond that. Yes, she could recall slipping away from consciousness, but the change in attire... No matter what, it did point to the fact that she had been moved. She couldn't say, but she would guess back to Naboo, her home planet, where she would be buried. Given that she had met Leia, she would speculate that she would be shown to be pregnant as well, with her children passing. It was what she would do.

"I suppose I was under the impression that an answer would be along those lines." There was something to be said that she wasn't alone in this though. "It- is just all unexpected."

"Though we are widely varied in terms of species, one constant seems to be mortality." Even the Cybertronians, as best he could understand, were subject to the idea of mortality.

Loki might be an exception but that wasn't pertinent to the current conversation.

"So it's natural that the idea of having died, only to be returned, would catch a person off guard. Never mind the rest," he motioned with his hand, indicating the ship, "that comes with it."

The ship, the Ingress, finding oneself not only alive but in a completely unknown place, with no immediate route back and for many, no friends or family. For others too many friends and family.

Adrien wasn't so socially clueless as to expect one scenario was better or worse than the other.

"That said," he began, watching her carefully. "It is still a bugger of a thing to go through, let alone struggle to come to terms with. Grieving for your own death. Is there anyone ... " he paused and considered his words, not as natural at them as she appeared to be. "Would you consider talking with someone about what happened?"

For the next bit he paused and looked down, before looking back up to finish his thought.

"It can help."

It was not that she was seeking to lie about having passed, although the simple fact of the matter was that she hadn't told Anakin. Yet. She already knew it was something that he would not take kindly to, even without knowing the full extent of everything that had happened. She would tell him, yes, but in her own time.

It would have been harder if there was something going on, if there was some side effect that she might not know about. Perhaps there was and she would only know in time, but for now, this was the only course of action that she thought to take. If physically she was as she felt- alive- then she would have to accept that.

Her gaze did flicker, a telltale sign, perhaps. There were people, and yet it was those very people that she couldn't tell. Not the truth of it. And for all that she was someone who listened and offered support to those in need, she was also stubborn with respect to herself.

"It's complicated. I'm not certain I would wish to burden anyone with the knowledge of it, no matter what protocol might dictate with respect to what they may repeat. But I did want to make certain that physically there was nothing wrong with me. I hardly know what to expect." Keeling over dead, for starters, again, would have not been pleasant. For all she knew, this could have only been a temporary event.

As he was probably the last person to be giving advice to others on the subject of seeking therapy, Adrien didn't press Padme on the subject. He accepted her response with a nod of his head and merely offered.

"If you do decide you wish to talk to someone, there are a few people on the ship who are listed as counselors and I doubt they would see talking with you as a burden."

The options were there, should she find herself in a position of wanting to take them but for the moment, he set the subject aside.

"Physically there is nothing wrong with you. The scarring on the trachea, but you've said you have no problem swallowing food or breathing so I wouldn't expect that to hinder you. You'll want to attend to your own nutrition; it will help your body recover from the demands of pregnancy, particularly if you're still feeling a little run down.

Other than that, your systems are functioning normally and I see no other complications from your passing and returning to life."

And wasn't that a hell of a diagnosis to make. Sometimes inter-dimensional travel made absolutely no logical sense.

If he were to look later, he might well notice that Padmé's own name had been added to that list. While she couldn't say that she had ever thought about that field, nor did she have any true training in it, she had always been a people person. Her own genuine nature and true concern had always driven her to help others anyway. "Thank you. I will consider it."

And she did mean it, although not yet. There was one thing to saying that she had died, but another to say how she had died. The simple fact was that there was no easy answer to explain it. No, it would be a lengthy story, and even then, she wondered what they would think, especially if they didn't understand the Force.

But she would admit that she hadn't thought about what he suggested. To simply not have her babies and suddenly finding herself alive... She hadn't thought beyond that. Still, there was a small tug at her lips, as no doubt it was a rather peculiar prognosis to make for anyone. "I will make certain that I do just that. And thank you again. It- It seemed prudent to have a professional opinion on the matter."

Adrien gave a small nod of his head.

"Better safe than sorry, especially given the habit this ship has of finding mischief," he agreed.

"If you find yourself feeling run down or experience any of the symptoms we discussed or if you merely have any other concerns, stop by and we'll check again. I'll make sure my notes are in your file so any of the physicians on board can help or if you'd rather speak with me again you can always contact me across the MID."

There was still much that Padmé had to learn about this ship and this galaxy. In truth, she knew that what she had learned was the barest tip of the iceberg. The others had mentioned some of this mischief, but Padmé had yet to witness any. Aside from herself, if she fell in to that category.

"Thank you. I will, and if it is no inconvenience, I will ask for you again." Not that she doubted any others, but there would be something easier about addressing anything with him.

"No inconvenience," he said, to reassure her. "Stop by as you wish and if I'm not here, I'm just a MID call away."

He had grown used to the fact, over the years in space, that many of his patients would rather be treated anywhere but Medbay. It was best to make sure they knew the offer was out there, rather than risk them trying to go it alone.

While it wasn't a place that Padmé would go to spent free time, she didn't have qualms about visiting any sickbay or medbay. Of course, she also wouldn't be the best patient either, as she would simply do what needed to be done before excusing herself. With or without a doctor's leave.

Rising, she tipped her head in thanks towards him as she straightened her attire. "I will remember that, and try not to do it anyway."

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