Rules of Engagement

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Spring days are not fine on Jedha - if anything they're worse than winter's deadened chill.
Rain comes sporadically, but when it does come it drenches the world, the ground too desiccated to absorb the water poured onto it. Outside the temple, short-lived rivers flow as the rain pours down. Inside the temple, the atmosphere (in at least one hallway) is much more cheerful.

Chirrut's practically skipping as he leads the way down the halls, tugging impatiently on Baze's sleeve. Agilely he dodges classes of acolytes and manages to slow to a more respectful walk when they come in range of one of the Elders. He's back to skipping once they turn a corner.

"Come along Baze, we're going to be late - she has lessons this afternoon, we can't be all day." He chides, gleeful in his eagerness.

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The two infirmary workers are distant. Professional. Experienced.

They also smile at Chirrut as if someone has told them a private joke they're not willing to share.

They draw his blood to check his oxygen levels, clean up his temple with moist towelettes and apply antiseptic, and bring him a cloth bag full of ice. He is to rest for the next week. No sparring, possibly for the next month.

Eiko is thoroughly disappointed. She was looking forward to learning something new from her teacher, and maybe challenging him again.

Baze, on the other hand, is torn between relief and frustration. He's relieved that Chirrut seems to be okay, but frustrated because he knows his friend can't sit still for a day, much less a week, and that Baze will have to keep an eye on him.

"I'm sorry you're injured, teacher," Eiko says mournfully, and Baze just grunts.

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"We've been over that already." Chirrut reminds her, waving off her apology - he would have been upset if she'd pulled her blow.

Even if he's already chaffing at the idea of keeping quiet for a month. That just feels excessive.

He's sure he'll be fine in a few weeks.

Maybe even two weeks.

Probably he'll feel great tomorrow.

"You should spar with Baze. It will help with your conditioning, and then Baze won't be bored since I won't be able to keep him busy." Chirrut suggests, pleased with his inventiveness.

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Eiko brightens at the idea. Baze doesn't.

"You'll keep me plenty busy," he grumbles. "Someone's got to make sure you stay in bed for a whole week, and I don't see anyone else volunteering."

"I volunteer," Eiko says immediately, and then has to dodge out of the way of the infirmary tech bringing Chirrut painkillers. "Baze, he can watch us spar, can't he?"

Baze folds his arms. "I... suppose so. As long as he doesn't try to join in."

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"Baze, what use am I on the sidelines?" Chirrut asks innocently, swallowing the painkillers dry. "I'd have to get one of the acolytes to describe the fight, and you know how much I hate that."

One should feel sorry for the acolyte in question, really.

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Eiko flushes to her roots, her pale face and neck red and blotchy. "Sorry, teacher. I... I forgot. I mean, you move so fluidly in the fights!"

Baze pats her shoulder. "I still forget, even after all these years."

The infirmary tech approaches again. "You're free to go, sir," she says. "Go straight to your rooms, apply ice for twenty minutes every two hours, and get some sleep."

Baze sighs. "I'll make sure he does."

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"I still don't understand this 'sight' thing you all keep going on about." Chirrut points out with a shrug that doesn't quite fit his frame. "The ability to tell what people are doing from a distance... and people call me mystical." He snorts, and instantly regrets it.

"Baze, you nag, will it help if you carry me for a while? Eiko, is he wringing his hands? I think he's wringing his hands."

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"He's wringing his hands," Eiko reports cheerfully.

"I am not," Baze snaps. He takes the ice bag from Chirrut and hands it to Eiko before scooping him up off the exam table. The trip to their room is much faster than the trip to the infirmary.

"Eiko," Baze says once they arrive, setting Chirrut down on his bed, "would you be a dear and get us some tea, please?"

"Yes, sir," Eiko says, rubbing her sore arms, and heads to the kitchens.

Baze shuts the door and rounds on his friend. "What were you thinking? You know better than to lose focus in a fight! She could have seriously hurt you. She did seriously hurt you."

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"Ugh, don't shout." Chirrut grumbles as he fusses with pillows. "I know, I know. I heard the child fall but then I couldn't locate him. I didn't want to hit him on accident." He knows, of course, of course someone would have scooped the child out of the way.

But what if they hadn't?

He can weather a blow himself, but the thought of one of those staffs landing a proper lash against a much more fragile child...

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Baze draws back to the door, contrite. He really does wring his hands. "You wouldn't have hit him," he says, feeling helpless in the face of Chirrut's pain. "He was on the other side of the mat, and he was surrounded by Guardians."

Baze sighs, and licks his lips. "But I can understand. Still. Don't let it happen again, all right? A concussion is nothing to sneeze at. You'll be out of commission for a month, and I'm serious when I say I'll be keeping an eye on you."

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His frown deepens at Baze's retreat, and he huffs, irked. He's not made of glass.

At least Baze has moderated his volume. Shouts leave his head ringing.

"It won't be a month, they were being ridiculous." Chirrut scoffs, finally deciding the pillow was placed just so with enough care and floofed enough times that he could lean back against it to prop himself against the wall. "And I really don't intend to sneeze at it, that'd hurt."

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"It will so be a month," Baze snarls, but does manage to keep his volume lower than it was. "You're not sparring with anyone until you're cleared by the infirmary techs. And me. You're a terrible patient, Chirrut, worse than me, but this is serious. You can't just--"

Eiko shoulders open the door, and Baze stops talking. She carries a tray with three steaming mugs of tea and a pot on it. "They didn't have sapir. I asked, but they said they can't get it this time of year."

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Chirrut bites back the heated retort that was building. Instead he toes the bag of ice that had been dropped on the bed along with him until he can grab it and haul it up to easy reach.

"No, it's one of the great tragedies of the universe." Chirrut sighs, accepting the mug with over-careful hands. "But this smells lovely, thank you."

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"I wonder why that is?" Eiko muses, handing a mug to Baze. "It's a shame, really, but you'd think they'd be able to ship it in year-round."

Baze takes a gulp of his tea, burning his mouth, to keep from snapping at Chirrut again. "Thank you, Eiko," he grumbles.

Eiko glances between the two of them, debating over whether she should stick her nose into the middle of whatever this is. She decides against it. "You're both welcome."

"Chirrut, is that ice melted?" Baze says, leashing his temper.

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"Still pretty chunky." He observes, poking at it with a finger. Other than a few tentative sips of his tea, he hasn't put much effort into draining his glass. The warmth of the mug is pleasant in his hands.

"I should..." The words trail off as he peaceably inhales the scent of his tea, smelling of lush growing things, some place entirely unlike Jedha.

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"Chirrut?" Baze says, his gaze on his friend sharpening. "Are you all right?"

"He did just have a concussion," Eiko murmurs into her tea, but her eyes widen when Chirrut's head dips down. "Teacher!"

Eiko darts forward, rescuing Chirrut's tea from being spilled in his lap. Baze crosses to his bedside next, reaching out to gently shake his shoulder. "He's out," Baze says, voice bordering on panic. "Is he supposed to be out?"

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"Err." A voice behind them breaks in, one of the technicians from the infirmary. The lanky fellow looks both amused and abashed, and keeps a healthy distance away from Baze. "Actually, he is. We slipped him a sedative." He admits, wryly.

"Guardian Imwe has a reputation. Guardian Malbus, if you need more, he has an open prescription. Mixes well with tea." He smirks, his innocent face not any more convincing than Chirrut's.

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"The--the painkillers were a sleep aid?" Baze says, puzzling this out. He glances to his passed out friend, and then gives an impressed look to the technician before he leaves. "All right, then. We can live with that."

Eiko sets the tea down on the nightstand and helps Baze settle Chirrut in the bed, tucking the blankets around his neck. "I have lessons," she says, smiling. "I'll leave you to watch him. Let me know if he gets any worse."

"Certainly," Baze says, settling on his own bed to keep an eye on his friend, as promised.