Venren heard the sound of the door opening again and tried again to get up. He couldn’t stay crying in the corner if there were Sith there. It took to his third attempt until he could stand. It was a team of people who entered though and none of them Sith. All in the armor of imperial troops, except two, a man and a woman. They were somewhat surprised to find the Jedi standing, but the bravado made little difference. Even if they hadn’t seen him shivering in the corner on surveillance, they were med-techs enough to see that he was barely conscious and was likely to topple over again any moment. 

Venren regarded them with suspicion. One of the unarmored people, an upper middle-aged woman, explained that they were medical staff, and that in order to work safely, they were going to incapacitate him and then take him to the medbay. The Jedi made no sign he was about to meet them. He did not feel inclined to trust these people or let them drug him a second time. One of the soldiers made a sign to the med-techs, asking if they should stun the patient, but the both shook their heads. Even the stress from a stun ray would be noticeable on someone in the state the Jedi was in, and it would make their work harder. It also wouldn’t be necessary. Jedi were often not entirely unreasonable, and this one was likely aware of the situation he was in. 

“What do you think you are going to do?” The older med-tech that had spoken before said in response to the Jedis silent defiance. “You can barely move and you’re bleeding heavily. You are not going to remain conscious for much longer either way. You [i]will [/i] need medical aid, and sooner rather than later, at that.” 
Venren dropped the accusing glare. They were right, of course. He didn’t know what he had hoped for, that they wouldn’t notice? Noting that seemed to have worked, the med-tech continued. She felt like she was doing a weird mixture of winning an argument with cold logic and soothing an untamed animal. 

“We are here because nobody wants you dead. You can either come with us now, you’ll be sedated and placed in kolto, or we can wait until you pass out from blood loss, in which case you will still need medical aid, we will just have to be quicker in our work.” 

Venren sighed with the realization that making the work of the medical staff harder was entirely unreasonable, and he didn’t have that much reason to distrust everything they said either. They weren’t Sith, after all, just people. 

The Jedi nodded and took a few steps towards them, deciding cooperate. Accepting this, the other med-tech, who had remained silent, walked up to him with a number of syringes, making sure the Jedi was both stable and sedated before they carried him away. There was no sense in making him walk. Venren didn’t even see the area outside of the cell this time. He woke up, noting he had been placed in the bed this time rather than thrown on the floor like he had woken up last. He could also sit up without a problem and was feeling far less dying.