Nyri silently lay in his arms as he carried her to med bay, barely jostled around as he ran towards the medical center. She coughed weakly, the world swirling around in a dizzying parade of sound and color as he ran. Her eyes flickered open and closed and she was breathing faster and faster. Nyri thought she could see Jedi and Sith fighting around her form and she blinked, dizzily trying to get her senses. The images changed and she winced as the kaleidoscope turned into a bunch of laughing rancors. The girl shuddered, groaning. Her head burned and she slowly tried to sit up in his arms, throwing up a stream of blood onto her robes. She fell back, shivering. Sweat dripped down her brow and into a few strands of long black hair. Her eyes had stopped sparkling and she whimpered softly, teeth red from the blood she'd retched onto herself. They reached the medical center a few minutes later.<br/><br/>A doctor carefully took Nyri from Zelus, carrying her into the medical bay and scanning her. He frowned. "Her symptoms are fairly obvious," the man explained. "What was she doing last? If this was in the cantina food or something I want to be able to stop things before it escalates, if you catch my meaning..." The doctor looked to Zelus as Nyri was carried off into a background. He softly continued, "If this is the beginning of some sort of outbreak from food poisoning, we need to get that information fast. How can you help?"<br/><br/>Nyri began to cry as she was taken from Zelus and placed on a cold, hard cot. The girl continued to throw up, mostly blood. The nurse wheeled her into a backroom and they began running tests. Someone was washing her, judging from the warm water running over her skin and the cold air. Then there was the soft brush of cloth as she was dressed in hospital slops. The girl tried to clutch her temples, assaulted by a variety of swirling lights. She was pressed into a hard mattress, and something cold snapped around her wrists and ankles. Restraints? She shuddered and tried to scream as someone pressed something plastic into her throat, an oxygen mask. Tears poured down her face. Nyri tried to call for help, choking on the oxygen mask covering her mouth. A nurse injected her with something and she was slowly forced to lay still, feeling fuzzy and warm and confused. The girl stared into the dreidel of swirling brightness, the lights tearing at her skull in a rampaging headache. "Zelus, help... Help me please," she thought.