Star Wars: Don't Know
Disclaimer: I don't own Star Wars, I guess Disney does now. Anyways, all mistakes are my own, this is not canon, and I own the storyline, plot, and any original characters.
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Jedi Healer Aimee Scatterfield gently pushed back a lock of his sweaty, thick, dirty-blonde hair off his forehead. Obi-Wan's Kenobi's fever had broken a few hours ago and now he slept peacefully. It had been touch and go for a while, but finally the usually stoic Jedi Master was sleeping quietly; blanketed chest rising and falling at a steady rate.
She only knew the story through Anakin – who finally had been ordered to leave the medical facility after falling asleep at his master's bedside. Aimee smiled as she remembered how the young padawan had argued with the Head Healer. Obi-Wan and Anakin had spent a week trudging through the wet forest of Charros IV searching for Master Brent. They returned from their mission tired, wet, and dejected. They had been unable to find the master and retuned to the Temple ready for some much needed sleep.
Only a few hours later, Obi-Wan had come to her complaining of a headache. The usually healthy man never complained of anything in the long years she had known him, so Aimee had sensed that it was much more then a simple headache. Under protest, Obi-Wan agreed to stay for observation. Only half an hour later, he had collapsed with severe case of the chills.
He couldn't stop shaking; even with the heating blanket turned up full force. The fever followed quickly after that. Delirious, Obi-Wan had tossed and turned in one of the medical beds for three days as the fever ravaged his body. Everything he had seen on the different planets came up in his dreams. Everything she knew he wanted to forget about. A pained frown came over her face as she remember the one time he had cried out; touching him had been a mistake that time. Her face still stung at the memory of his hand slapping her.
After the fever had come the unnatural stillness. She knew it was normal, had seen many patients suffer through the same thing, but this was different. Several times during the day, she had reached out to him, to make sure he was still breathing. Physically, only once.
Sufficient to say, she was glad once the fever had finally broken and he was able to finally get some real rest. Obi-Wan mumbled something in his sleep and shifted slightly, drawing Aimee back to the present. Taking her hand away, she straightened up – about to leave- when he opened his eyes.
Right away, she knew that he had sensed her presence long before awakening. His blue eyes gazed into hers, unclouded by the fever. She felt something clench in her chest; he shouldn't be looking at her like that. It made her stomach turn with unspoken emotions and her heart hurt.
Neither one needed to say anything. They had been friends a long time and knew each other expressions better then their own. The rest was made up though their growing Force bond that had happened accidentally on a joint training mission when they had both been Padawans.
On a whim – even though it went against everything she confessed to believe in- Aimee slipped her hand into his and clasped it tight. I'm glad you're ok. She thought. Unbidden, images of everything that had happened in the last four days came to her mind. She didn't get her metal block up in time.
She saw a small frown come over his face as he realized what she was trying to hide, the physical pain that he'd accidentally inflicted was gone, but the psyche resonance remained. Gently, he pushed past her half-formed metal block. She let him. As he realized what had happened, Obi-Wan returned the gesture and squeezed her hand. I'm sorry. He replied silently. Thank you. He added, referring to her watchfulness.
In contented silence that only comes from deep friendship, they kept their hands clasped for longer then was appropriate between friends. Feeling the need to say something, Aimee started to form a thought, to speak what had been unspoken between them, but was interrupted as a crowd of younglings walked into the room followed by a very frustrated looking master.
One of the healers glanced towards Aimee and motioned her over as he walked quickly towards the small crowd who was loudly talking and shoving one another.
With a final squeeze, Obi-Wan released her hand.Go. He told her.
Aimee slide her hand out of his, catching his fingers gently before hurrying over to the crowd of younglings who had somehow manage to get some sort of contagious rash on their hands.
She felt a small twinge of sadness, but quickly brushed it away. Both of them knew they couldn't be seen like that. What they had, what they wanted to have, the bond between them couldn't exist. It was forbidden; and both of them knew it. But what they don't know, can't hurt them. She thought with a small smile before sternly pointing one of the younglings towards a spare bed.