TITLE: I'm Dying (PART 1 of collaboration fic between B.L. Anderson and Obi the Kid)
AUTHOR: Obi the Kid (hlnkid@aol.com)
RATING: G
SUMMARY: Pre-TPM, humor, (Obi is 14). When Obi comes down with a common illness, it's Qui's job to take care of him. Obi POV.
FEEDBACK: Always appreciated.
ARCHIVE: Please ask first.
MY WEBSITE: http://www.angelfire.com/movies/obithekid/
DISCLAIMER: The characters and venue of Star Wars are copyrighted to Lucas Films Limited. The characters not recognizable from this venue are copyrighted to Tracy C. Knight. The story is the intellectual property of Tracy C. Knight and is copyrighted to her. She makes no profit from the writing or distribution of this story.
NOTES: Part 2 of this fic will be written by B.L. Anderson. You can check out our other 2 combo fics on my website, the stories are: Never Alone and From a Certain Point of View.
SPECIAL NOTES: Thanks to Brenda for another fun collaboration!!
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I'm Dying (PART 1)
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Well, it's been a whole 24 hours now, and I feel horrible. We just got back from this strange planet and Master Qui-Gon is briefing the Council on our mission. I asked him if I could lie down for a bit. I think that the Tevram Flu got a hold of me. Force this is awful, I'm dying, I know I am. My Master will have pity on me, he loves me.
Finally he gets home, took him long enough. My body aches all over, I'm sweating, my head is gonna explode. "Masterrrrrrrr?"
He wanders into my room. "Yes, padawan. How do you feel?"
Like a pile of Bantha.... "I don't feel good Master. Can you feel my forehead...I think I'm running a fever." He places a hand on my skin and sighs.
"You feel a bit warm." That's the understatement of the decade.
"Masterrrrr...I am burning up. Ohhhhh...my stomach hurts. Can you make me a hot bath? I really think I need a hot bath Master." He's staring at me now. Masters just don't understand what we sick padawans go through.
"If you are warm, you should take a cool bath to attack the fever. I don't know Obi-Wan, the inhabitants of that planet did not seem to be ill. Are you sure you are not just trying to get out of an exam tomorrow?"
Oh, great. I'm here dying, and he accuses me of lying about it. "I don't have an exam. I feel like crap. Make it betterrrr." I don't think he's taking any pity on me.
"Obi-Wan, take off your boots and relax. A little sleep will do you wonders." I wonder how he knew that my feet were achy too.
"I can't lean forward to pull them off, can you help me Master? Pleeeease? Oh man...I really think I'm dying here...is it possible for one's head to explode?"
My Master removes my boots and sets them at the foot of the bed, then he pulls the blanket up around my shoulders. "There, now sleep."
"Can you rub my feet?" Okay, so I'm asking a bit much, but they really do ache.
"No padawan, I will not rub your feet. This is not a massage parlor. I want you to rest." He left my room without another word.
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For the most part, he's a good Master, but sometimes he does things that really irritate me. Like flipping on the lights when my head is exploding. I was sleeping fine, until he came back into my room.
"Masterrrrrrr, turn the light off. Noooo, why are you torturing me like this? Masterrrrr?" He laughs as he approaches the bed once more.
"Just checking on you, to be sure you're still alive." This is fun, I am near death and he wants to play games.
"I just wanna sleep Master, hmmm...can't I sleep for a bit longer? I need rest. I really do think I'm dying. This is...you are so mean to me." Master Qui-Gon keeps the light on, no doubt to torture me even further. "Please turn the light off Master. Pleeeeeease."
"Oh don't we get whiny when we get sick? You need to get up for a bit. I want you to force some liquids down, and a little food." FOOD? Is he NUTS? My stomach is doing back flips and he wants me to eat?
"I don't think I can eat anything Master. Just want to sleep. Yeah, sleep will make it all better." It's no use, his evil half has taken over. I hate it when he gets like this.
"Up you go Obi-Wan." He pulls the blankets off of me, trying to freeze me to death. I try to grab them back, but it's no use. "It will do you no good to sleep all day long. Come on."
"Nooooo Masterrrrrr...I don't wanna get uuuup. Cooooold. Give me back my blanket. You are trying to kill me aren't you? It's so cooooold in here. Turn the heat up." How can I be freezing but burning up at the same time? This Tevram Flu is viscous. I'd rather be trampled by Bantha's. I got my blanket back though. Take that Master.
"Obi-Wan, get up, or you are going to see the healers. I will give you to the count of three. One, two..."
I throw the blanket onto the floor in disgust. "Okay, I'm getting up, jeez...Mr. Drill Sergeant...you remember this the next time you feel like hell." That was the wrong thing to say. "OW! Masterrrr...that hurts...my braid is not a leash...Ow ow ow ow...." He drags me out of the room, I'm staggering all over the place. Finally I find a chair.
"Being whiny and cranky will get you nowhere. Got it?"
"No. You know when you are sick, I wait on you. Why can't you return the favor?"
"Because you are able to walk on your own, and you are certainly talking up a storm, so you can't feel that bad."
He looks at me...I see that smile in his eyes...he is such an evil man sometimes. "I wanna go back to bed. I wanna sleep. I wanna let myself die in peace." I don't think he believes me when I say that I am dying...I guess I look okay on the outside. Inside? My body has waged war with itself. I can feel myself slowly losing the battle to stay upright. My neck has become rubber, my head is just bobbin' around. Can't keep my eyes open...uh oh...I feel sick. "Masterrr? I need...oh man...uh...bathroom...feel like..."
"Obi-Wan your face is turning green. Go now. Hurry. Don't you dare make a mess of this kitchen. GO!"
I take off running, my eyes now open as I find my way to the bathroom...just in time. Ten minutes later, I am leaning against the tiled wall, wondering how many lungs I just lost. My Master strolls in.
"Feel better?"
Looking up at him...I squint when he turns on the lights. What is with this man and this constant torture with lights? "Masterrrr...I just barfed up four lungs, can't feel my face...and you turn the lights on? Can't you stop thissss? Turn 'em off Master. Hurts my eyes. I don't like you, do you know that? You just let me suffer like this...you don't care. I want my bed and blanket. Help me up Master?" He extends his hand, and helps me to stand. As I wander into the common area, I turn towards my bedroom...then...HE stops me. I feel a hand on top of my head, turning me away from my room.
"Kitchen, now. Fluids."
He has GOT to be kidding?? He wants me to drink after that? I knew it, the man has gone insane. I am NOT going back into that kitchen, much less gonna try to put anything into my stomach. No Way!!!
Yet my feet are leading me back to the kitchen again. I can't seem to stop them. "Masterrrrr...nooooo...come oooon. Just...let me go back to bed...pleaaaaaaaseeee. Don't make me cry Master, because I will. I mean it." This is not working...not working at all.
"Sit. Stay. Drink."
"Ewwww...this is so nasty Master. Orange juice? Looook? What are those things floating around in there? Masterrrr...I am not drinking that."
"It's orange pulp. It won't kill you, trust me on this. Drink that glass and take these two pills. It will bring your fever down and help with the headache."
Oh, NOW he believes me. I only had to lose the contents of my stomach in order for him to know that I was sick. "Do I have tooo? Please don't make me. What if I can't keep it down? This is not a good idea...I can see projectile pill barfing now...." I can't believe I have to drink this. My Master hates me...yes he does. I drink it, loathing every second of it. The pills are not cooperating at all. "Master, the pills are stuck in my throat. What do I do now? You did this to me, this is your revenge."
"This is not revenge, and the pills are not stuck. Drink that whole glass."
"I don't want to."
"You are not going anywhere until you drink the juice."
"Noooooo...come on Master...it's so disgusting. That pulp stuff is getting stuck in my teeth. Hmmmm...I feel horrible. Want my bed." It's getting worse. My head is really gonna explode this time. The pressure is rising. T-minus ten seconds. "Owwwwww...Masterrrrr...why...hy...hy...is this happening to meeeee. SITH!!"
"Watch your language young man."
Young man. He is so patronizing sometimes. If I drop dead at his feet, think he'd notice? Probably not. "Okay, I drank it all...GAH! Now can I go back to bed?"
"No, I think you should see a healer."
"NO MASTER!! I will be fine, I think. Just let me sleep for the next three days, and I will be as good as new." Wonderful...the healers. I hate that place. "I don't want to go see them Master. My bed is calling me."
"Too late padawan. Healer Terran is on his way. So, make yourself comfortable on the couch."
"Awwww...this bites. I don't like him. His hands are always cold, and he uses all that grease in his hair. And he always calls me 'Obi my boy.' You are cruel. OW! Pain, in my head. Those pills didn't help at all." Master Qui-Gon is just starring at me.
"You took them five minutes ago. And Terran is one of our finest Master Healers. He likes you."
"Well, I don't like him. He smells funny, like medicine...ewwwww." I mean it too. Healer Terran smells just like the Medi-Ward. The man should learn to bathe more regularly.
"He works in the Medi-Ward. Sit down, rest yourself. You're starting to look a bit pale."
As usual, my Master knows how to understate everything. "Starting too? You know Master, if I didn't feel like I'd been sat on by a Hutt, I'd be laughing right now. But, THIS IS NOT FUNNY! I am dying...can't you see that? Look at my eyes...they're all bloodshot...and look...my hands won't stop shaking. My throat feels like there are knives wedged in there, my head is, very soon, going to explode...you should have some sympathy for me, I am your apprentice after all. You should love me and pity me. As my Master, you need to see that all my needs are met, and help me to beat this. But you? No, you force me to drink juice with little chunks floating in it, swallow pills that lodge in my throat, and you won't let me sleep. I just wanna go back to bed...please Masterrrr...let me gooooo...I wanna sleep this off...."
"Are you finished?"
"No." Boy, I wish my brain would stop my lips from moving sometimes.
"Then I shall ask you again. Are you finished?"
"Yes, Master." Flopping myself onto the couch, I wait for the healer. Master Qui-Gon sits next to me. He has no pity at all for what I am going through. Must be from being raised by a small green Troll. I am gonna try a different approach here. "Master?"
"Yes Obi-Wan?"
"What do you do when you feel like I do? I mean, I really don't feel well at all. I may die soon, that's how bad it is. When you feel like this, what do you do?"
"I take care of myself. I make sure that I drink fluids and I rest."
He said it...he rests. Why then is my butt outta bed? I should be curled up in the blankets, sound asleep. "Okay, why can't I sleep then? I really want to go back to bed. I am achy all over...even my hair is achy Masterrrr. My head hurts, my fingers hurt, feet, toes, back, face...and let's not even talk about my stomach...you already know what came outta there. All I want is sleep. Take pity on me pleeeeeease? Knock me out or something. Anything? Just make this all go away...ay...ay...hmmph."
"I want to be sure that this is indeed the Tevram Flu, and not something more serious. If it is, then I shall let you sleep, if it's not, the Healer should be able to treat you."
More serious than this? How much worse can one person feel? I am half dead already...on my last leg...I am gonna find who started this Tevram Flu and give them a piece of my mind. They just shouldn't go around giving this to people. Oh no...not again... "Masterrrrr...can you help me to the bathroom...my stomach is talking to me...pleeeeease...uh...this is not good...bye Master...it's been nice knowing you...this is it...." I didn't make it to the bathroom, but my Masters white slippers are just a tad darker in color now. I am falling...ooof...right over on the couch..."Just let me die Master...please. End it here. It's all over for me. You go on without me."
"Obi-Wan, get up. You are not dying, this is just the Flu."
He pulls me up...OW! That hurt. All my energy is drained, I lean over and my head falls onto his shoulder. There is no way I can lift it up. No way, it's over. I'm done. "Just wanna sleep Master...just wanna sleep."
"You can stay as you are, but Healer Terran should be here any minute now, when he arrives, you'll have to let him look you over."
"Oh...h...h...cold hands...Obi, my boy...make him go awaaaaay...don't need him to tell me I'm dying...I already know...watch my head explode Master...bye Obi." My head is just floating now...eyes rollin' around in there... "I see three of you Master. Hello. Uh oh...Obi hears Mr. Cold Hands. He's coming down the hall. Masterrrr...don't let him near me...I wanna go to bed." To late. The door is opening...no no no no no no...not him...I can smell him already...I hate my life.
"Obi my boy, it's good to see you. What seems to be the problem?"
Anything and everything...they're gonna talk about me for an hour...while I just sit here and die.
"Qui-Gon, you are looking well. Obi is dying again I see?"
That's it, make jokes at my expense. I already ruined my Master's favorite slippers, what shall I aim for next?
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END of PART 1
COMING SOON: I'm Dying PART 2, by B.L. Anderson
AUTHOR: Obi the Kid (hlnkid@aol.com)
RATING: G
SUMMARY: Pre-TPM, humor, (Obi is 14). When Obi comes down with a common illness, it's Qui's job to take care of him. Obi POV.
FEEDBACK: Always appreciated.
ARCHIVE: Please ask first.
MY WEBSITE: http://www.angelfire.com/movies/obithekid/
DISCLAIMER: The characters and venue of Star Wars are copyrighted to Lucas Films Limited. The characters not recognizable from this venue are copyrighted to Tracy C. Knight. The story is the intellectual property of Tracy C. Knight and is copyrighted to her. She makes no profit from the writing or distribution of this story.
NOTES: Part 2 of this fic will be written by B.L. Anderson. You can check out our other 2 combo fics on my website, the stories are: Never Alone and From a Certain Point of View.
SPECIAL NOTES: Thanks to Brenda for another fun collaboration!!
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I'm Dying (PART 1)
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Well, it's been a whole 24 hours now, and I feel horrible. We just got back from this strange planet and Master Qui-Gon is briefing the Council on our mission. I asked him if I could lie down for a bit. I think that the Tevram Flu got a hold of me. Force this is awful, I'm dying, I know I am. My Master will have pity on me, he loves me.
Finally he gets home, took him long enough. My body aches all over, I'm sweating, my head is gonna explode. "Masterrrrrrrr?"
He wanders into my room. "Yes, padawan. How do you feel?"
Like a pile of Bantha.... "I don't feel good Master. Can you feel my forehead...I think I'm running a fever." He places a hand on my skin and sighs.
"You feel a bit warm." That's the understatement of the decade.
"Masterrrrr...I am burning up. Ohhhhh...my stomach hurts. Can you make me a hot bath? I really think I need a hot bath Master." He's staring at me now. Masters just don't understand what we sick padawans go through.
"If you are warm, you should take a cool bath to attack the fever. I don't know Obi-Wan, the inhabitants of that planet did not seem to be ill. Are you sure you are not just trying to get out of an exam tomorrow?"
Oh, great. I'm here dying, and he accuses me of lying about it. "I don't have an exam. I feel like crap. Make it betterrrr." I don't think he's taking any pity on me.
"Obi-Wan, take off your boots and relax. A little sleep will do you wonders." I wonder how he knew that my feet were achy too.
"I can't lean forward to pull them off, can you help me Master? Pleeeease? Oh man...I really think I'm dying here...is it possible for one's head to explode?"
My Master removes my boots and sets them at the foot of the bed, then he pulls the blanket up around my shoulders. "There, now sleep."
"Can you rub my feet?" Okay, so I'm asking a bit much, but they really do ache.
"No padawan, I will not rub your feet. This is not a massage parlor. I want you to rest." He left my room without another word.
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For the most part, he's a good Master, but sometimes he does things that really irritate me. Like flipping on the lights when my head is exploding. I was sleeping fine, until he came back into my room.
"Masterrrrrrr, turn the light off. Noooo, why are you torturing me like this? Masterrrrr?" He laughs as he approaches the bed once more.
"Just checking on you, to be sure you're still alive." This is fun, I am near death and he wants to play games.
"I just wanna sleep Master, hmmm...can't I sleep for a bit longer? I need rest. I really do think I'm dying. This is...you are so mean to me." Master Qui-Gon keeps the light on, no doubt to torture me even further. "Please turn the light off Master. Pleeeeeease."
"Oh don't we get whiny when we get sick? You need to get up for a bit. I want you to force some liquids down, and a little food." FOOD? Is he NUTS? My stomach is doing back flips and he wants me to eat?
"I don't think I can eat anything Master. Just want to sleep. Yeah, sleep will make it all better." It's no use, his evil half has taken over. I hate it when he gets like this.
"Up you go Obi-Wan." He pulls the blankets off of me, trying to freeze me to death. I try to grab them back, but it's no use. "It will do you no good to sleep all day long. Come on."
"Nooooo Masterrrrrr...I don't wanna get uuuup. Cooooold. Give me back my blanket. You are trying to kill me aren't you? It's so cooooold in here. Turn the heat up." How can I be freezing but burning up at the same time? This Tevram Flu is viscous. I'd rather be trampled by Bantha's. I got my blanket back though. Take that Master.
"Obi-Wan, get up, or you are going to see the healers. I will give you to the count of three. One, two..."
I throw the blanket onto the floor in disgust. "Okay, I'm getting up, jeez...Mr. Drill Sergeant...you remember this the next time you feel like hell." That was the wrong thing to say. "OW! Masterrrr...that hurts...my braid is not a leash...Ow ow ow ow...." He drags me out of the room, I'm staggering all over the place. Finally I find a chair.
"Being whiny and cranky will get you nowhere. Got it?"
"No. You know when you are sick, I wait on you. Why can't you return the favor?"
"Because you are able to walk on your own, and you are certainly talking up a storm, so you can't feel that bad."
He looks at me...I see that smile in his eyes...he is such an evil man sometimes. "I wanna go back to bed. I wanna sleep. I wanna let myself die in peace." I don't think he believes me when I say that I am dying...I guess I look okay on the outside. Inside? My body has waged war with itself. I can feel myself slowly losing the battle to stay upright. My neck has become rubber, my head is just bobbin' around. Can't keep my eyes open...uh oh...I feel sick. "Masterrr? I need...oh man...uh...bathroom...feel like..."
"Obi-Wan your face is turning green. Go now. Hurry. Don't you dare make a mess of this kitchen. GO!"
I take off running, my eyes now open as I find my way to the bathroom...just in time. Ten minutes later, I am leaning against the tiled wall, wondering how many lungs I just lost. My Master strolls in.
"Feel better?"
Looking up at him...I squint when he turns on the lights. What is with this man and this constant torture with lights? "Masterrrr...I just barfed up four lungs, can't feel my face...and you turn the lights on? Can't you stop thissss? Turn 'em off Master. Hurts my eyes. I don't like you, do you know that? You just let me suffer like this...you don't care. I want my bed and blanket. Help me up Master?" He extends his hand, and helps me to stand. As I wander into the common area, I turn towards my bedroom...then...HE stops me. I feel a hand on top of my head, turning me away from my room.
"Kitchen, now. Fluids."
He has GOT to be kidding?? He wants me to drink after that? I knew it, the man has gone insane. I am NOT going back into that kitchen, much less gonna try to put anything into my stomach. No Way!!!
Yet my feet are leading me back to the kitchen again. I can't seem to stop them. "Masterrrrr...nooooo...come oooon. Just...let me go back to bed...pleaaaaaaaseeee. Don't make me cry Master, because I will. I mean it." This is not working...not working at all.
"Sit. Stay. Drink."
"Ewwww...this is so nasty Master. Orange juice? Looook? What are those things floating around in there? Masterrrr...I am not drinking that."
"It's orange pulp. It won't kill you, trust me on this. Drink that glass and take these two pills. It will bring your fever down and help with the headache."
Oh, NOW he believes me. I only had to lose the contents of my stomach in order for him to know that I was sick. "Do I have tooo? Please don't make me. What if I can't keep it down? This is not a good idea...I can see projectile pill barfing now...." I can't believe I have to drink this. My Master hates me...yes he does. I drink it, loathing every second of it. The pills are not cooperating at all. "Master, the pills are stuck in my throat. What do I do now? You did this to me, this is your revenge."
"This is not revenge, and the pills are not stuck. Drink that whole glass."
"I don't want to."
"You are not going anywhere until you drink the juice."
"Noooooo...come on Master...it's so disgusting. That pulp stuff is getting stuck in my teeth. Hmmmm...I feel horrible. Want my bed." It's getting worse. My head is really gonna explode this time. The pressure is rising. T-minus ten seconds. "Owwwwww...Masterrrrr...why...hy...hy...is this happening to meeeee. SITH!!"
"Watch your language young man."
Young man. He is so patronizing sometimes. If I drop dead at his feet, think he'd notice? Probably not. "Okay, I drank it all...GAH! Now can I go back to bed?"
"No, I think you should see a healer."
"NO MASTER!! I will be fine, I think. Just let me sleep for the next three days, and I will be as good as new." Wonderful...the healers. I hate that place. "I don't want to go see them Master. My bed is calling me."
"Too late padawan. Healer Terran is on his way. So, make yourself comfortable on the couch."
"Awwww...this bites. I don't like him. His hands are always cold, and he uses all that grease in his hair. And he always calls me 'Obi my boy.' You are cruel. OW! Pain, in my head. Those pills didn't help at all." Master Qui-Gon is just starring at me.
"You took them five minutes ago. And Terran is one of our finest Master Healers. He likes you."
"Well, I don't like him. He smells funny, like medicine...ewwwww." I mean it too. Healer Terran smells just like the Medi-Ward. The man should learn to bathe more regularly.
"He works in the Medi-Ward. Sit down, rest yourself. You're starting to look a bit pale."
As usual, my Master knows how to understate everything. "Starting too? You know Master, if I didn't feel like I'd been sat on by a Hutt, I'd be laughing right now. But, THIS IS NOT FUNNY! I am dying...can't you see that? Look at my eyes...they're all bloodshot...and look...my hands won't stop shaking. My throat feels like there are knives wedged in there, my head is, very soon, going to explode...you should have some sympathy for me, I am your apprentice after all. You should love me and pity me. As my Master, you need to see that all my needs are met, and help me to beat this. But you? No, you force me to drink juice with little chunks floating in it, swallow pills that lodge in my throat, and you won't let me sleep. I just wanna go back to bed...please Masterrrr...let me gooooo...I wanna sleep this off...."
"Are you finished?"
"No." Boy, I wish my brain would stop my lips from moving sometimes.
"Then I shall ask you again. Are you finished?"
"Yes, Master." Flopping myself onto the couch, I wait for the healer. Master Qui-Gon sits next to me. He has no pity at all for what I am going through. Must be from being raised by a small green Troll. I am gonna try a different approach here. "Master?"
"Yes Obi-Wan?"
"What do you do when you feel like I do? I mean, I really don't feel well at all. I may die soon, that's how bad it is. When you feel like this, what do you do?"
"I take care of myself. I make sure that I drink fluids and I rest."
He said it...he rests. Why then is my butt outta bed? I should be curled up in the blankets, sound asleep. "Okay, why can't I sleep then? I really want to go back to bed. I am achy all over...even my hair is achy Masterrrr. My head hurts, my fingers hurt, feet, toes, back, face...and let's not even talk about my stomach...you already know what came outta there. All I want is sleep. Take pity on me pleeeeeease? Knock me out or something. Anything? Just make this all go away...ay...ay...hmmph."
"I want to be sure that this is indeed the Tevram Flu, and not something more serious. If it is, then I shall let you sleep, if it's not, the Healer should be able to treat you."
More serious than this? How much worse can one person feel? I am half dead already...on my last leg...I am gonna find who started this Tevram Flu and give them a piece of my mind. They just shouldn't go around giving this to people. Oh no...not again... "Masterrrrr...can you help me to the bathroom...my stomach is talking to me...pleeeeease...uh...this is not good...bye Master...it's been nice knowing you...this is it...." I didn't make it to the bathroom, but my Masters white slippers are just a tad darker in color now. I am falling...ooof...right over on the couch..."Just let me die Master...please. End it here. It's all over for me. You go on without me."
"Obi-Wan, get up. You are not dying, this is just the Flu."
He pulls me up...OW! That hurt. All my energy is drained, I lean over and my head falls onto his shoulder. There is no way I can lift it up. No way, it's over. I'm done. "Just wanna sleep Master...just wanna sleep."
"You can stay as you are, but Healer Terran should be here any minute now, when he arrives, you'll have to let him look you over."
"Oh...h...h...cold hands...Obi, my boy...make him go awaaaaay...don't need him to tell me I'm dying...I already know...watch my head explode Master...bye Obi." My head is just floating now...eyes rollin' around in there... "I see three of you Master. Hello. Uh oh...Obi hears Mr. Cold Hands. He's coming down the hall. Masterrrr...don't let him near me...I wanna go to bed." To late. The door is opening...no no no no no no...not him...I can smell him already...I hate my life.
"Obi my boy, it's good to see you. What seems to be the problem?"
Anything and everything...they're gonna talk about me for an hour...while I just sit here and die.
"Qui-Gon, you are looking well. Obi is dying again I see?"
That's it, make jokes at my expense. I already ruined my Master's favorite slippers, what shall I aim for next?
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END of PART 1
COMING SOON: I'm Dying PART 2, by B.L. Anderson