A/N: Dragonpearlz: I have never written any sick character before so I hope this is at least a semi-decent attempt. You are pretty much the Queen at it. :)

To anon guest Ellie: I'm glad you are enjoying the story! I can promise a bit of an open ending so you can infer if you want a death or not. (I won't say of who though). I am not doing a bulimic Obi-Wan however, mostly for the same reason I don't want to write him really anorexic…..I don't know enough about either disorders to do them justice, I just want to show his extremely vulnerable side and how far he would fall for Anakin.

Anakin doubled checked his list for the ninth time, desperately trying not to look around him at all the delicious food that he wasn't allowed to eat. He had a half dozen boxes of tissues, a bag of cough drops, an assortment of soups (Anakin had no idea what some of them were, but he hoped Obi-Wan might), the recommended nutrient shakes, and then a couple holomovies he had just randomly thrown into his basket. On his way back to the Temple, he made a last minute decision to stop and buy some new blankets and pillows. It might cost him about four months of his Temple stipend, but it would be worth it. Their Temple quarters were not meant for comfort and Anakin had never heard Obi-Wan complain about their bed, but he was sure he would make no complaints about getting more comfortable bedding.

He returned to the Temple about an hour later than when Obi-Wan expected him back. Anakin wouldn't admit it to Obi-Wan, but he fully blamed going eleven days without food on his lateness. He just seemed to lack energy. He seemed less alert and less focused on everything. It was exhausting, not to mention distracting. Every smell from nearby vendors were calling to him. Nonetheless, he made it back to the Temple.

He was met by a cacophony of sneezing and coughing from the bedroom. "Anakin? What took you so long?" Obi-Wan wheezed. Anakin hastily threw the soups into their refrigeration unit and dragged the other bags into the bedrooms.

"What – " he broke off sneezing. He reached for a tissue only to find the three boxes by his bedside empty. Anakin reached into his bag and handed Obi-Wan anther box.

"I bought some new blankets and sheets."

"We can't afford that."

"Well, we've been saving money on food," he said lightly, "besides, don't tell me you won't appreciate it."

Anakin handed Obi-Wan a nutrient shake and then set about opening the new pillows and sheets. Anakin really wasn't much of a nursemaid, but he still did what he could. He helped Obi-Wan out of bed, replaced all the blankets and pillows and then settled him back down. Obi-Wan gestured to another bottle.

"You did promise."

Anakin kicked off his shoes and scrambled into the bed, grabbing the second bottle as he did so. Almost immediately, Obi-Wan moved over so he could lean against Anakin. Anakin finished his drink quickly and then made a face and threw the empty nutrient shake into the trash. "Ergh. You should be thankful you can't taste anything."

Obi-Wan looked up at him and gestured to his mound of tissues, his nose a bright, angry red. "Yes, I'm thrilled I cannot breathe or taste or smell."

"Well, you were with me when you were contagious, so I'm sure I'll get it next."

"Sorry."

Anakin shrugged. "I've had worse than a cold."

"So have I."

"Not when you've already been sick."

"You consider me sick?"

Anakin looked down at him in confusion. "What else would I think?"

"I have not been sick, Anakin. I…I don't know what I have been. I don't know what I was thinking. I don't know why I thought…I wasn't sick…I was – "

"– you were mislead. You have self-esteem problems."

"Problems which should have been my own and I made them yours. I am terribly sorry you are always expected to deal with the mess."

Anakin wrapped his arms more tightly around Obi-Wan's chest. "You are not a mess."

Obi-Wan started to laugh, which soon broke off into a severe coughing fit. Anakin lazily flicked his hand and sent a cough drop flying into Obi-Wan's grasp.

"You are not a mess," Anakin repeated, "everyone is entitled to bad days. I've had enough."

"Haven't you had enough of my bad days?" And me? It was his unasked question, but Anakin understood it anyway.

"Sickness and in health," Anakin reminded him, "one good day is worth all the bad ones."

"Sickness and in health is for marriage, Anakin."

"Aren't we?"

"Aren't we what? Married?"

Anakin blushed. "Well, yeah, I consider us married. Why not? I'm going to be here for you no matter what, I can't imagine spending my life with anyone else, I would do anything for you, I love you…isn't that marriage in everything but a title?" He paused and thought about it. "That sounds a bit creepy I suppose. I mean, I guess I should have asked you. It is sort of rude saying 'This is my husband, I just haven't asked him to marry me yet.' Whoops. Sorry…"

Obi-Wan felt overwhelmed. He clutched at Anakin's arms and twisted around to face him, desperately trying to search Anakin's eyes to see if he was joking. He wasn't. Anakin was being absolutely truthful. This was more than just a temporary commitment of dating. This was permanent. This was life. This was…no matter how old or pudgy or sick and thin and weak Obi-Wan may be, he was always going to have Anakin to support him. That was a commitment Obi-Wan did not expect anyone to ever show to him.

"Anakin." His voice caught in his throat and he had another small coughing and sneezing fit. Anakin handed him another tissue and started to run his fingers lightly through Obi-Wan's hair.

"Anakin. Not that you asked, but…my answer would have been yes."

Anakin grinned. "One of these days I might actually ask you. I was thinking when Master Che and Master Windu are nearby. They need some spontaneity in their life."

"And another blow to the head might knock some sense into you."

"That too."

Obi-Wan and Anakin sat in comfortable silence for a few minutes, broken periodically by Obi-Wan blowing his nose and sniffling, before Obi-Wan pulled himself out of bed. He returned to the kitchen a few minutes later with a container of soup and two spoons. Wordlessly, he handed one to Anakin before he climbed back into Anakin's arms.

"You realize some of the soups aren't for human consumption?"

"Um…no. I bought one of each. I didn't really know what to get…"

Whatever one Anakin had picked was actually decent, luckily enough. Anakin and Obi-Wan ended up finishing the container, although Anakin was careful to only take a spoonful for every three or four of Obi-Wan's. Obi-Wan clearly noticed that.

"Why don't you go to Dexter's and bring something back?"

"Will you eat it or should I tell him to put it in a box for later this week?"

"Why don't you get something for today and for next week. I expect it might actually be easier to eat if I can't taste the grease."

Anakin carefully extracted himself from the bed and nodded. "By the time I come back you'll be asleep anyway."

Obi-Wan, who was already clearly enjoying the feel of the new bed adornments, had started to drift off to sleep already. "Mmmn. I'm sure. You know me too well."

Anakin kissed him and then made his way out of his quarters. He had no doubt in his mind that this time, things really were going to be okay.

Obi-Wan was rudely awakened by a knock at his door. Wondering how Anakin could have forgotten the passcode once again, Obi-Wan got up to open the door.

"Bant! Why – " he caught sight of the grave expression on her face, which could only mean one thing " – what happened to Anakin?"

"He was found and brought to the Temple around three hours ago."

Obi-Wan was startled. He had been sleeping that long? He couldn't have been. Three hours? Anakin had only gone for a short food run. What had taken him so long? "What happened to Anakin." He repeated.

"Obi-Wan, you aren't well. When he gets out of surgery we can – "

"What happened to Anakin!" Obi-Wan screamed at her. Bant took his hand. "His speeder crashed. Vokara Che is doing her best to help him, but his skull was...He's strong. He'll pull through, Obi-Wan."

"He never crashes. Never." This was the man who piloted warships. Who could win battles fighting in a dying ship. This was the man who could traveled the galaxy. There was no way Anakin just crashed a speeder flying a few short kilometers through Courscant.

Bant hesitated. "We think he lost consciousness before he crashed. Master Che said he was not eating and we think his body might have been fighting a cold or the flu."

Obi-Wan went numb. "I want to see him."

"He is still with the Healers."

"Then I will go and wait."

Bant followed him to the Healer's Ward where he found a vacant chair.

"I will see how Anakin is doing. I promise to keep you updated, Obi-Wan."

It was almost three hours before Vokara Che came out to speak to Obi-Wan. Those three hours were the longest Obi-Wan had ever endured. He kept replaying the few hours they spent together before Anakin left. Anakin had considered Obi-Wan his husband. Not a boyfriend, not some convenient sex partner, but a life partner. And Obi-Wan had sent him to his death. It was his fault Anakin had not been eating. It was his fault Anakin had caught some infection. It was he who sent Anakin out. He could still feel Anakin's arms around him. He had felt safe. Loved. Protected. Feelings that he was likely to never feel again, not without Anakin.

"Master Kenobi, you can see Anakin now, " Obi-Wan jumped to his feet as Vokara Che continued, "but you should know that he is comatose. There was extensive injury to his skull and some cranial swelling and bleeding. We are not sure if he is going to regain consciousness."

Obi-Wan rushed over to Anakin's bedside, tears flowing down his face. Master Che gently handed him a bag. "He had this with him."

Obi-Wan opened it with trembling fingers, unsurprised to find that it was just their usual order from Dexter's. He felt disappointed, but couldn't place his finger on why. What else had he expected? It just seemed so terrible.

"The great Jedi Anakin Skywalker, survives heroic battles and crazy rescues missions but dies on a burger run." Obi-Wan choked out. "It seems unjust."

"From the little I knew of him, I would say he wouldn't mind that." Vokara Che quietly added. "Not all wars are fought on a battlefield."

She quietly turned and walked away. There was nothing left she could do. Obi-Wan sat down at the edge of Anakin's bed, brushing away the strands of hair on his forehead and then took hold of Anakin's hand in his own.

"I will be here for you when you wake up, Anakin. I love you, my husband. I am going to get better for you. I will do whatever it takes."

He could have sworn he felt Anakin squeeze his hand in response.

A/N: So….yeah! That's it! That's the end! I am going to do a reverse Obi-Wan eating disorder story next. I had the idea so show the severity of both ends of the eating disorder spectrum and how both are equally as serious, even if many people see starving yourself worse than binge eating. Hope you enjoyed this story!