The next few day's it was like I was on autopilot.
Wake up, shower, dress, eat, train, eat, train mare, eat, change, sleep.
That was my daily routine. Until I got the call from the Medics saying that Obi-wan was out of the bacta
tank and was sleeping in a room. I ran there pushing everything, and everybody, that gott in my way out of
my way. I was unstoppable in my quest to reach Obi-wan. That was all that was running through my mind,
I have to get to Obi-wan, I have to get to Obi-wan, I have to get to Obi-wan.
But when I arrived at his room, I wished I hadn't been in such a hurry to reach him.
He had a bit more colour in his cheeks, but not much and he was covered with Bacta Patches and bandages.
He was hooked up to many different machines, a lot of which I had no idea what they did but I did
recognize the heart monitor, which is making the blasted beeping noise.
I sat down and I have barley moved since, only to use the refresher. And that brings us back to where we
were. Me sitting by Obi-wan's side, holding his hand, thinking, and listening to that constant annoying
beeping.
I cannot believe it. I refuse to believe it. It being my Master being paralyzed from the waist down. I don't
know how I'm going to tell him when he wakes up.
How will he take it. How will
I was ripped out of my thoughts by a small, accented voice saying,
"Anakin?"
