Darkness. Then light. Then darkness. Then light. Then dark. It was like someone was clicking a lamp that was right in front of my face on and off. Light. Then dark. Then light. Then green.
Green?
"Boba! You have to breath!" Someone was yelling at me. My lungs were burning. Where are they? I know that they burn, but where are they? I need to know so I can make them stop burning.
"He wasn't like this before I went to get you," another voice said. It was female and sounding slightly worried.
"He isn't panicking," a third female voice was saying. "He is completely calm." A hand suddenly pried my mouth open. So that's where it was.
"Force dammit Fett, breath!" Was that…Shaak Ti? Where was she? I reached around blindly, trying to find her. Suddenly light flooded my vision, and revealed a pair of shiny onyx eyes gleaming faintly with panic.
"Hi," I said to the eyes. "I'm looking for Jedi Master Shaak Ti. Have you seen her anywhere?" I noticed that there were hands on both sides of my face. My armor was gone. I was wearing a white hospital gown.
"I am right here," the owner of the eyes said. Then someone pushed those eyes aside and a pair of brilliant green ones replaced them.
"Boba?" the eyes asked. I reached up and poked the nose that belonged to the eyes. She was lucky. At least she knew where her nose was. I didn't.
"You look an awful lot like this one Jedi I know. Her name's Shanti…" The eyes lit up with faint amusement tempered by concern.
"Probably because I am Shanti, silly. You don't recognize me?" I tried to look at the rest of her face. Did I mention she looked like Shanti?
"He is…damaged," the lady who sounded like Shaak Ti said. "Swan did something to him."
At the name, suddenly something in me recoiled. The next thing I knew I was on my knees, throwing up my guts, and Shanti was rubbing my back, and Shaak Ti was frowning, and Irka was looking distraught.
"It's alright, Boba," the brown haired Jedi whispered. "She can't hurt you anymore."
Irka gave me something. It was clear and when I tilted it sideways, something shiny and clear fell out and got Shanti all wet.
"He is definitely damaged," Shanti agreed, looking at her soaking wet front. Irka handed another clear thing to Shanti. She held it up to my face.
"You open your mouth," Shaak Ti said. I opened my mouth. Shanti tipped the wet stuff in the clear thing into my mouth.
"Now you close your mouth and swallow," Irka said. I did my best.
"I can do that if you would like, Shanti," Irka said. I noticed that Shanti's hair was wet now.
"No, I'm already soaked. I can change later." She poured more of the wet stuff into my mouth. It made me feel better. It helped me not think about her.
"What can you remember, Boba?" Shaak Ti asked. "Do you know who I am?"
I bobbed my head. "You're Jedi Master Shaak Ti."
She nodded and smiled. "Do you know who that is?" She pointed to Shanti.
"Yeah. That's Shanti. And that's Irka." I pointed to the blond doctor. I was glad I knew where my hand was, or else I couldn't point. "Can you tell me where my feet are? I've found everything but them." Shaak Ti frowned.
"They are attached to your ankles, like they always are."
"Uh…where are my ankles?"
"Down here," Irka said. I jumped when I felt something weird. I looked down. I found my feet and my ankles at the same time! She was poking my ankle.
"Do you remember who you are?" The Togruta said.
"Uh huh. I'm Boba Fett."
"Your father?"
"Jango Fett."
"Your mother?"
"I don't have a mother."
"Very good. Can you recite the Mandalorian alphabet?"
I did, and I only messed up once. Then she asked me to count backwards from ten and tell her how many fingers she was holding up. Since she knew where her hands were, I would think she could figure it out for herself. But she was so persistent, I eventually had to tell her.
"At least he has not gone brain dead," Master Ti said. "Your turn, Shanti." The Jedi in question was drying her hair with a white towel.
"Alright." She sat down in front of me, replacing Master Ti. "Boba, these questions might be a little harder. What do remember about Bultar Swan?"
Again I felt like my insides were doing gymnastics when I heard her say that.
"Please don't say that name," I said, clutching my stomach.
"I understand. But we need to know. What do you remember? What images do you see when you think of her?"
I closed my eyes. "She has black hair that is as long as her chin. Her eyes are brown-no, yellow-no, brown-I don't know what color her eyes are."
"That's alright," Shanti said. "What else?"
"Her nails are sharp…and she punches really hard…and that's all I remember…" I said.
"Is it true that you are the father of her child?" Was the next question.
"Uh, I don't remember…anything like that happening," I said. I didn't. Oh kriff, I hope I didn't.
"Alright. You did very, very well, Boba. Are you hungry?"
Now that was a question I knew all the answers too. "Yes."
"I'll ask Luminara to grab him something. Something light and easy on the stomach. Maybe Ruga berries and yams…" Irka trailed off. My stomach was hurting. I couldn't tell why. But at least I knew where it was.
"Do you forget where your hands are sometimes, Shanti?" I asked. Her eyebrows raised a little.
"Not very often. Do you?"
"Yeah, I couldn't remember where they were. Do you ever do that?"
"Yes, I forget the location of my limbs all the time. Do you know where they are now?"
"Yes!" I said, and held my hands up proudly. "They're right here!"
"Very good. Where are your feet?" I pointed. She smiled.
"Here's a harder one. Where are my feet?" I frowned.
"Down there!" I pointed to her feet. "You would think a Jedi could keep track of her own feet." I couldn't help but laugh. She smiled faintly.
"Well, we can't be perfect all the time."
