No one but Senator Garrod and Varriss Of Ovee know of this

Garrod walks up, slowly, looking....pale to Varriss Of Ovee's office. He looks up slowly, before knocking twice "Excuse me Doctor, do you have a moment for a cough walk-in?" Garrod says, with a weak chuckle

Varriss's office is the picture of simple organization. The walls are covered in art from across the FSF, all symmetrically laid out. A bookshelf takes up one of the walls, and the window behind her desk is half covered by dark green curtains. She sits at a desk, laptop on one side, and a large pile of small plastic pieces she's assembling into a model train. "Greetings Senator, of course! Welcome!"

"I don't believe I've been in here since the place was built....a shame. It's wonderfully decorated. Very much your style." He smiles at the model "finally catching up, eh?

"When I have time, this one has been half-built for almost a week." She says with a laugh "How is the rail on Endor doing?"

"Ah, good...good. Cant imagine Dejastare without...it." Garrod seems incredibly distracted for a moment, to the point that even translation of his words are staggered "Thank you for showing me such a joy of the modern Galaxy"

"I'm am happy to do it! Now you don't seem so well, come sit down on the couch, let's have a look at you."

"Ah yes... I suppose a second opinion would be good before we begin" Garrod waddles, with great effort, to the couch

Varriss holds her hand over his head and he starts feeling an odd feeling running down his nerves. "When did this start?"

"Oh....The large symptoms about...the last year. The severe ones? Far more recently"

Obsessively, there is nothing actually wrong with Garrod. No virus. No bacteria. But his immune system is going insane, inflaming around his major organs, and where his cybernetic arm is attached "I believe my primary care doctor described it as an 'Acute case of Dying' Well, not at first. First they used a lot of words I didn't understand"

"Well, you are good to go for a second opinion" She states motioning for him to lie down

Garrod, perhaps very gravity-assisted, does so

"How are your fluids?" She asks focusing on his nervous system and pulling out a few tools

"Intake? Oh, I drink as much as I normally would. Less alcohol of late, of course." His nervous system seems...slow. Parts of his immune system appear to be attacking groups of nerves, and inflaming the area around others

"And outflow?" She holds up her hand and a book flies off the shelf and into her hand, it floats next to her as she skims through the pages "What about diet?"

"Ah. Yes. Normal as far as I've noticed, other than some puking. As for diet, I have been eating less of late, but much of the same variety. It's uh, hard to get the motivation sometimes with the pain"

"I see," She starts testing the spinal fluid "And odd medical treatments? Any oddities about the arm?"

No signs of miningitus in the blood. Perhaps an elevated white blood count "Well, it started with soreness around where it meets my body. And it wasn't quite 'odd treatment' but Bacta made it worse"

"Is the arm surgically attached? Or can you remove it?"

"Surgical, yes. Directly connected to my nervous system, as there are not cerebral implants for Ewoks...yet at least."

"Who did the surgery?"

"The uh Garrod pauses for a solid 3 seconds "Sorry. Medical Droids at the New Republic Hospital. It was right before we snapped Corran's Love/Hate best friend out of it"

Varriss's laptop floats over and she types something into it "Has the arm been sluggish to the commands you give it?"

"Sluggish? I...maybe? My entire body feels kind of sluggish as of late..like I'm moving through water for everything."

"But has the harm been worse? Move your left hand then your right hand"

Garrod moves his left (normal) hand, and it moves slowly, with great effort. He then moves his right. While it does appear to take just as much effort, it seems to be less precise. Jerky. Garrod is gritting his teeth the entire time "I'm sorry. I cannot tell if it is due to the lack of control, or the pain. Possibly both."

"That's alright, you don't need to tell." She hits her phone. "Nefi darling, please handle my meetings for the next few hours."

"Oh....that's good...hard....to tell a lot it seems"

She uses the force to set the model train in a box and shoves it into her desk, before clearing the top of it and pulling out a white pad and setting it on top. She opens up another drawer and pulls out a surgical kit "My current theory is there's something toxic to you in the arm. let's have a look at it." She states, lifting him with the Force and setting him on the desk/medical bed.

"Oh. This is a new experience. Not, entirely unpleasant?" Garrod will do his best to comply

"Relax," She says, placing her hand on his head, he feels a wave of relief flood over him.

Garrod blinks, feeling the peace come over him

"For the record, I'm likely going to remove your metallic arm, do I have permission to operate on you?"

"Seeing as I was originally coming here to ask for help with Hospice care? If you think you can do something, I won't say no at this point."

Varriss nods "Well, please say it directly so that it's on record, Also Hospice care, you're way too young to need that, good thing you have a better doctor now"

"Ah, yes. You have my consent for surgery and Hey, if you got openings, I'm not against swapping primary cares" Garrod says, laughing. A little more hope in his voice, perhaps

"Always open for friends, as long as it's not Proctology. I try to avoid that with people I know." She says with a laugh as she puts on surgical gloves and a mask, Varriss waves her hand over Garrod and he falls asleep. She carefully removes the arm and examines it, looking for any sign of corrosion

The arm doesn't appear to have leaked anything into his body. No sign of poison, or toxins. The material looks high quality surgical stainless steel. She then starts testing the blood, especially looking for poison in the system She is taking full and comprehensive notes

Toxicology comes back clean. However, there are high immune cell counts across the board so She starts testing all autoimmune diseases, After a moment, after negative result after negative result, a positive response finally comes back: Rejection "There we go." She mutters pulling up her treatment book

Luckily, there's a simple treatment for it. Anti-Rejection medication will weaken his immune system, but it'll teach his body to stop, you know, trying to kill the metal arm that won't die. He honestly should have been on this since he got the arm. Varriss double checks her diagnostic "This is too simple for the Coruscant doctors to have missed? Isn't it? Well, if it's not then they're in for a lawsuit that will allow Endor to build another railroad"

The diagnostic tool does a full scan. His organs are....not in a good shape. They've been caught up in the collateral damage, as the body got more and more desperate to kill the 'intruder' "Kriff me, he wasn't wrong about nearly needing Hospice" She says hitting her coms "Nefi Dear, please send a handmaiden to the hospital to recover this list of items I'm sending you, this has full authorization from the Vice Chancellor's office"

It's slow, but some of the inflammation is starting to decline already, just from the arm being off. Varriss breaths a sigh of relief but still keeps working, especially as Nefi's handmaiden arrives with the extra medicine

Varriss continues to work, carefully administering medicine and using the force to try and heal the damage, or at least stabilize it to a benign state. At around 4 Am she finally drops her surgical gloves into the trash can and slumps into her chair "Nefi dear, a...." She pauses as she remembers Nefi went to bed at a reasonable hour, "OOM-84, please get me a cup of Caf"
OOM-84 Enters, he is sluggish from having to boot up but dutifully goes and brings Varriss a full pot of Caf "Do you intend to monitor the patient overnight?"

"Yup."

"Ma'am this is day three of all-nighters,"

"Thank you OOM-84, I'll rest in the morning, what's on my schedule Tomorrow?"

"Operation Outland is scheduled to arrive, but that's in the late afternoon."

"Morning?"

"Meditation, training, and reviewing documents on the Skylance."

"I'll do those later."

"Roger Roger," 84 walks out and returns to recharging Varriss carefully sets Garrod down on the far more comfortable couch before cleaning up her mess, and then pulls out her model train and starts working on it again

Hours later, Garrod will stir. He looks, seeing DC-14 having powered off for the night "Not. Dead. That's. Positive."

"Good morning Garrod!" Varriss stands "Feeling better?"

"Force. Can't. Feel. Arm!" Garrod says, weakly grinning "Joke. Better. Translated."

"Don't be alarmed." She states turning on DC-14 "I might have been a little drunk last night and removed the wrong arm"

"Luckily, I know a *great" lawyer. Unfortunately for me, he's too smart to try and take on this case" He laughs weakly "Really though. I feel....alive? Which is an improvement"

"Yes! It was close though, you're on medication that you'll require for a long time, but, you'll live to see it. And once you've recovered, we can get your arm back on. And, you have a lawsuit that you will want to take"

"I'll take all that on as good news...Thank you Varriss. Truly. I didn't intend to come here to turn your office into a surgical room but..."

"Garrod, I have a full surgical kit in my desk. You're not the first person I've opened up in here."

As a beneficiary of said kit, I won't ask for an OR certification"

Varriss reaches into her pocket and pulls out a card "I am certified by the New Republic Association of Doctors"

"Yes yes, but is your office registered as an operating room?" Garrod says with a laugh "But no. Will not look a...what's the idiom...gift orbak in the mouth?"

"As a military surgeon, I have the ability to requisition any room for emergency surgery."

"I am in your debt. Not just financially, as I will pay you back at least for the medical supplies you used. But for my life. My people do not swear life debts, but if you ever find yourself in need, know I will do anything I can to repay you. Thank you, from the bottom of my, from what I understand l, slightly inflamed heart."

"Think nothing of it! I became a doctor to help save lives, as weird as it sounds, thank you, for letting me save a life."