The shadows danced along the walls of the small hut that held the Jedi Master and his Padawan, as the flames in the wood stove continued to grow. Obi-Wan's sweat soaked body glistened in the light of the flames as he began to thrash on the table. The fever had spiked quickly and without warning as blood still leaked from his wound. Halvison worked to gather his limited amount of supplies while Qui-Gon ran a cold cloth over his Padawans body.

Halvison worked as fast as he could, but even still he doubted it would be enough. His supplies were limited at best and past experience told him the boys chances were slim. He could hear Qui-Gon speaking to the boy, encouraging and reassuring him that everything would be okay. Halvison sighed heavily, knowing he was once again about to fight a useless battle. Picking up the supplies he would need first he finally turned to face the team in his kitchen.

"I need to clean his wound before I can close it. I'm afraid I have nothing to help with the pain, so you may need to hold him down while I clean it. I'm sorry."

Qui-Gon merely nodded as he moved to stand at his Padawans shoulders holding on tightly as Halvison began cleaning the wound. Obi-Wan immediately tried to pull away from the healer, but Qui-Gon simply tighten his grip on the boy keeping him as still as possible. The young Padawan reached up to take hold of his Masters wrists as though they were life lines. Qui-Gon winced at the pain the boys grip caused, but didn't make a move to stop him knowing what his Padawan was feeling was far worse. Finally Halvison finished cleaning the wound and went to the sink. The water that swirled down the drain tinged pink with the young Jedi's blood. He quietly dried his hands on a towel before picking up a much smaller rag and rolling it up.

"I need to close the wound now. This part is going to hurt much worse," at that he held out the rag he had sloppily folded. "Have him bite down on this."

Qui-Gon took it from him with only a slight nod of his head. He moved to stand beside Obi-Wan frowning as he paused to actually look at the boys appearance. Sweat dripped from his pale face and his brow was creased in pain, Qui-Gon once again used the force to help ease his pain. He wished he could put the boy in a healing trance, but his earlier attempt had been prevented as Obi-Wan was unable to find his center amidst the pain. Any trance Qui-Gon was able to put him in the pain quickly roused him from it.

"Padawan," he spoke softly as he reached out gently brushed the boys sweat soaked spikes from his face. "Padawan, Halvison is going to close your wound now. I'm sorry Obi-Wan, but there is nothing here to help with the pain." Obi-Wan nodded his acknowledgement and mentally braced himself for the pain he was about to endure.

Halvison grabbed the wooden handle of the knife before opening the door to the stove and releasing the blade. He took his place at the boys hip and silently wished he had another way to close the wound. "Are you ready?" He questioned, not really expecting much in way of response.

"Bite down on this Padawan," Qui-Gon said as he slid the rag between the boys teeth. Obi-Wan wordlessly did as he was told, the corner of his mouth turning up in a small smile as he attempt to silently reassure his Master that he would be okay. Qui-Gon smiled back, patting the boys face gently before moving his hands down to rest on his shoulders. Once again Obi-Wan reached up to grab his Masters wrists, bracing himself for the pain he knew was to come.

Qui-Gon gave a small nod to Halvison and the healer stepped forward to press the hot blade against the boys wound. Obi-Wan instantly bucked against the blade pressed to his wound, squirming in his Master's grip before finally falling limp as the pain became too much for his battered body to bear. As the healer tended to the burn he had just created Qui-Gon carefully tucked the padawan braid behind the young Jedi's ear. He frowned as the boy stirred under his touch, his pale face scrunching in pain. For the first time since they had arrived at the healers home Qui-Gon acknowledged to himself that they truly were fighting the odds on this.