A/N: So I lied. This is the last chapter. :) I just couldn't leave it open ended and depressing.
Anakin woke up and couldn't remember how he ended up in the Healer's Ward. Last he could remember was telling Obi-Wan he would go to Dexter's. Or was he here waiting for Obi-Wan? His memory was always foggy after just waking up.
"Master Che? Hello?" No response. The Healer's Ward was completely empty. Anakin got to his feet and found he stumbled a few times before he decided to remember how to walk. The tube in his arm pulled out of what it was hooked up. So he wasn't just here for Obi-Wan then… Anakin stopped to pull out the other wires he hadn't realized were there. He pulled a bit harder than he intended and the bags and the stands went crashing to the ground.
"Skywalker! Why is it always you?"
"Master Che, I swear, this time it was a complete accident."
"Only awake for five minutes and you already insist on tearing up my ward. Honestly, Skywalker. Let me clean this up and then I will tend to you."
"I'm fine, I can – "
" – you will sit there," she pointed to the bed across from here, "and not argue. Being in a comma for nearly four months does not qualify as being fine."
Anakin gaped at her. "I – what? Four months? Are you sure?" He ran his fingers over his face. Ick. He felt like Obi-Wan. Apparently shaving was not something the Healer's did for the patients. Definitely had been four months though.
"Wanted to see how I looked with a beard? Secret fantasies about me?"
"I am going to pretend you are delirious and did not say that."
"Where's Obi-Wan?"
"Skywalker. We need to focus on you first."
Anakin started to get nervous. Their bond was still intact, but he couldn't sense him very clearly. Either he was extremely far away, or he was unconscious. "What happened?"
Vokara Che finished discarding the broken pieces of the medical equipment and started examining Anakin.
"How much do you remember?"
"I took my speeder, went to get burgers, and then….nothing." He tried to think harder about what happened. He and Obi-Wan were sitting in bed, he left their quarters, and surprisingly didn't obsess over speeder color because he just wanted to return to Obi-Wan. He had gone to Dexter's…he remembered having the bags in his hands…and then something else. His vision swimming, he felt faint and suddenly felt like he had to land his speeder when…nothing.
"I crashed," Anakin muttered, "I lost consciousness and crashed. Force, Obi-Wan is never going to let me live that down. Crashing on a burger run. He's never going to let me pilot a ship again."
"Yes, you crashed. You had," she sighed, "you won't understand or listen to any medical diagnostics will you?"
"My brain got hurt, I was dead for four months, I'm back to terrorize the Temple. Good enough for me."
Vokara Che rolled her eyes. "Yes, fine. Although it would seem you prefer to terrorize just me, not the entire Temple."
"What happened to Obi-Wan?"
"He's fine."
"Where is he?"
"The Council sent him on a mission to Bandomeer. He should be returning in a few weeks. I must say that – "
" – they sent him on a mission? Are they crazy!? He wasn't up for – "
" – I must say that your ridiculous plans worked and Master Kenobi is back to perfect health. Which is why the Council thought it would be best for him to get out of the Temple, rather than moping by your bedside."
"Oh."
"If you would be quiet for more than two minutes you might learn things, Skywalker."
"It's more fun to hear you shout. And Master Che, no flowers at my bedside? I'm disappointed."
"You seem in perfect health, could you just leave and try to make it your personal goal in life never to return to this ward while I am on duty?"
"I could try…." He grinned. "I'll be back sometime though."
"I expect it, unfortunately. Although you should be proud of what you did for Master Kenobi. I am not sure how he would survive without you, some days. Have a nice night, Skywalker."
Anakin went back to his disappointingly empty quarters. He left Obi-Wan a quick message on his commlink, "Uh…I'm awake…so…I'll see you when you come back. I…Force, Obi-Wan. I'm sorry."
"I think you should be more apologetic to Master Che."
Anakin jumped and spun around stupidly on the spot trying to see Obi-Wan. He was making his way out of the bedroom, hair tousled and clearly not fully awake. That was far from the first thing Anakin noticed however. Obi-Wan looked healthy. He was glowing and no longer the skeleton with skin stretched on his frame. "She said you weren't back yet!"
"I came back last night. I just got her comm. Breaking things already?"
"Accident." He looked tentatively at Obi-Wan. He wasn't really sure how to break the ice. He felt like it had only been a few days, but Obi-Wan had gone through four months of thinking Anakin could die any day…
Obi-Wan broke the silence first by swiftly closing the gap between them and tightly embracing Anakin. "You worried me, Anakin. I was – Force, it was my fault you crashed if you had been eating…and then you called me your husband and….I couldn't…I just kept thinking you were laying there and it was all my fault."
Anakin pushed Obi-Wan back from his. "No. You spent four months blaming yourself. No more. I'm fine. I'm here. I am alive and well and so are you."
"I promised you that I would be better for you when you woke up. I was going to be there for you when you woke up, strong enough to help you and care for you if need be. I wasn't – I couldn't stand the thought of you waking up and be told that I was dead. I wasn't going to do that to you."
Anakin wrapped his arms around Obi-Wan almost impossibly tight. It was one of the best feelings in the world to feel Obi-Wan, strong and vibrant in his grasp, not having to worry about feeling the frail bones of his frame.
"Thank you."
"Yes, well it would seem you have your pudgy old man back."
Anakin started to pull Obi-Wan into the bedroom, still keeping his tight embrace on him. "Good."
A/N: My endings are always a little weak, sorry. But at least it ends happier!
