"I thought you were getting a roommate?"

"He's still under the mandatory twenty-four hour psychological exam. He won't be here until tomorrow."

"I'll still never know how you passed that."

Anakin grinned. "I was unconscious. Passed it by default."

"I should have figured." Ahsoka jumped off the foot of Anakin's bed and over to the empty bed a few feet away. The doctor's clipboard was at the edge of the bed, hastily filled out by what was unmistakably Doctor Vokara Che's writing. It was rare for a veteran to be treated by anyone but her. Technically only certified as a nurse, everyone in the hospital respected her immensely, unofficially giving her the title of doctor. The other doctors had abandoned the hospital in favor of higher salaries or more prestige. Left at the mercy of donations from the local church and whatever money the patients could provide, the hospital's resources were dwindling. There was so few staff remaining that Ahsoka had gotten to know each doctor and nurse by name.

"Did you already check this out?"

"I just got back from PT, I didn't get a chance."

Ahsoka giggled. "Windu again?"

"That man is out to kill me."

"Whatever you say, Skyguy." She skimmed over the papers in her hands. "General Obi-Wan Kenobi."

Anakin scrambled off the bed. "Kenobi? Are you sure?"

"That's what it says…"

"Let me see that." He held out his right arm to take it from her. The first few times he had done this, Ahsoka had coughed awkwardly, not wanting to bring more attention to Anakin's missing limb. It caused him embarrassment enough when he knocked over glasses of water reaching out with his severed stump or pushed himself out of bed, only to fall forward without any support. Therapy and time had slowly begun to take affect and Anakin was getting more comfortable about his injury, at least around her and the other patients. Even if it happened less frequently, he did still forget his missing appendage. Ahsoka had taken to merely staring at him calmly at him, waiting for Anakin to realize his mistake.
"Damn. I'll never get used to this."

"If you didn't skip physical therapy and you kept it in the sling like Nurse Eerin wants you to..."

"It's missing, not broken. What good will a sling do?" He raised his left, still intact hand. "Now hand it over."

She tossed it to him. "I can't imagine why no one else has wanted to room with you. There's nothing on there, by the way, just the basic stuff."
Anakin ignored her, staring at the clipboard in his hand.

"Did you hear me?" She waved her hand in front of his face. "Hey."

The clipboard slipped out of his shaking hand, hit the corner of the bed, and tumbled to the floor. "We thought he died."

"Wait – you knew him?"

"He and General Jinn were the ones who recruited me. Obi-Wan took over my training for two years."

"So you were close," she said softly. "What's he like?"

There was a pause. "Civilized," Anakin said finally. "You'll like him. I never met a General who was so quiet and reserved. He hated the fighting, I never could figure out why he volunteered to serve. But he was one of the best."

"Sounds like you would have driven him crazy."

"As soon as I was trained we got split into different troops. Our orders still came from him, but, well, I haven't seen anyone since I got here." He swore and got out of bed. "I'm going to see him."

"They won't let you see him."

"I don't care. I – I have to make sure Obi-Wan's alright. I owe him that."

"He's here, isn't he? He is going to be fine. Besides, you know they keep the psych ward locked down."
"You don't understand, Ahsoka!" Anakin looked furiously at her for a few seconds and then lowered himself back on the bed. Ahsoka waited until Anakin had taken a few deep, shaky breathes before picking the clipboard off the ground and taking her seat on the corner of the bed. "What happened?"

Anakin stayed silent for a few minutes. His eyes never left the bandaged stump dangling uselessly by his side. "His detail was captured, right before the peace agreement was signed. We had to withdraw and any prisoners of war were abandoned until negotiations went through."

"He got left there?"

"Five months," Anakin growled. "Right before I was sent back home. Five months stuck in those camps."

"Must have been some rescue mission."

"We can send them flowers." He wearily ran his hand over his eyes. "I – I really need to see him."

"If he isn't here by tomorrow, I'll help you break in to see him."
To her relief, the frenzied look slowly left Anakin's eyes. "That should add some excitement to my day. Maybe Quin's seen him."

"Oh, right. Because he's a reliable source."

"Come on, he's not that bad."

"He asks me every day for those stupid magazines - "

"So he's a little lonely."

" - and then asks me to describe the women to him."

Anakin laughed. "Can't blame a blind man for trying."

"You are ridiculous."

He grinned. "Have to stay sane somehow." He took one last glance at the papers in front of him and tossed them back to Ahsoka. "Maybe Vokara knows more. She's starting to warm up to me."

Ahsoka rolled her eyes. "Doctor Che hates you. Why don't you wait and try not snooping around."

"Now where's the fun in that?"

"Whatever, Skyguy." She cast a quick glance at the clock. "I better go. If I'm the last one on the bus again, Mother Unduli's going to kill me."

'Blame me."

"I do." She stuck her tongue out. "Dex's next time?"

"You're a lifesaver."

"I know."