It's only supposed to be for a few days, but Anakin is already annoyed the moment the portable heart monitor is clipped to his belt. "This is stupid," he informs Obi-Wan tersely. "I'm fine."
Obi-Wan crosses his arms and gives him a glare that would have withered him were he still a Padawan. "You've passed out three times in the past week," he reminds Anakin, as if Anakin couldn't remember that just fine on his own. "The Healers are just doing their jobs."
Says the man who escapes the first chance he gets every time HE has to deal with the Healers. "Hypocrite," Anakin snorts.
"Ahem. Well. Be that as it may." He gestures to the door and Anakin takes the lead to leave, trying to adjust the wires under his tunic. He gets it; after their last run in with Dooku, he's been faring a little worse than usual. They've already cleared him brain-functioning-wise - no evidence of seizures this time, which is a nice change - but now Vokara Che is all worried about his heart, which means he gets to cart around this ridiculous box for a week to make sure it's all functioning the way it should be.
"I don't like being tied to this thing," he tells Obi-Wan as they make their way back to their apartment. They're effectively grounded until Anakin is medically cleared, so a nap sounds like a good way to spend the afternoon.
"Well, it's not forever," Obi-Wan replies, sounding tired and drained. Maybe Anakin will be able to convince him it would be best for them to nap together.
"Guess not," Anakin murmurs. Still, he thinks as he palms the door of their apartment open, all of this to-do about his health makes him think that for him, forever might not really be very long at all.