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(Anakin's point of view)

That night was a rather long one. Not only did I fear the worst for my poor master, but I learned that another battle was approaching soon.

I would have to inform Padmé that I would most likely be gone for battle in a manner of weeks, and that it would be on a rather large scale.

As I walked through the cold streets of Coruscant I saw exactly what the war was doing to the good citizens of the republic. Nearly half the shops and businesses had gone bankrupt. Dark lifeless buildings hauntingly sat on the street. It was so quite I could hear the every clank of my boots on the cracked worn pavement.

Looking above me I could see about four to five speeders passing by. Before the war you would see at least fifty speeders at this hour, maybe more. But with the crash of the economy, no one could afford power for the vehicles. Now even Jedi tried to cut back on as much fuel and power costs, that's why most days I walked home.

The cold season was approaching this side of the planet. You could tell, for streets and buildings had a thin layer of frost and ice on them. And from the moment you woke from your bed, a cold wrath of air seemed to loom that sent a chill to my bones.

The whole galaxy seemed to be in a state of darkness, coldness, and silence. It gave me an almost uneasy nauseousness in my stomach. As if the warm sun would never reach us again.

The apartment was dark and empty as I walked in. I didn't take off my thick robe, for fear of being froze to the bone. I slowly made my way over to the couch and sat down exhausted. Images of my dear friend nearly dead by my side still haunted me. In all my years of being by his side through battles and duels, I had never seen him so close to death.

I felt as if deaths had already sunken it's jaws into my master, and was just working on pulling him downward. But it would need every ounce of it's strength to pull him completely down.

Though I was worried out of my wits, I felt if something further were to happen, I would know. But for now, I felt even if he was unresponsive and unstable,that he was at least still fighting.

And he would till his final breath, that I knew for a fact.

Warmth suddenly seemed to fill me as I felt a warm hand on my shoulder. Looking up I gazed into the eyes of my worried wife.

"Anakin, your shaking. Are you alright?" She asked, her voice barely audible and almost sharp as it broke the dead silence.

I looked down, unable to look at her further, burrowing my head in my hands I said under my breath, "I'm fine..."

She didn't say anything as she gently sat down next to me, stroking my back calmly.

"I could hear you from my room. You sound like you can't breath...please, tell me what's going on." She said warmly.

Her voice was a silky warm, and filled me with more warmth.

I had just noticed that I was panting rapidly, and my flesh hand shook with much force. I tried to loosen my tensed muscles as I exhaled loudly and shook my head.

I wanted to tell her my problems, I just couldn't say anything at this point. I was numb beyond words, with the cold darkness trying to trap me from the warm life I knew.

She understood, it must have been from the way my eyes looked down and my teeth rubbed together in anxiety.

"Obi-Wan?" She asked quietly, as if she didn't dare speak his name.

Nodding slightly I looked out at the dark empty horizon of Coruscant.

"He's...not doing well," was all I managed to muster.

I could sense her deep worry, though she didn't say a word.

"He had a stroke of some kind." I said below my breath.

Her hands went over her mouth as she gasped,

"Anakin...is he ok?" She asked, almost unbelievable horror in her voice.

"He stopped breathing for a few minutes...but he's stable for now. Doc said he was completely unresponsive though."

She laid her head on my shoulder gently and said softly, "Anakin you just got to hold hope that he'll be ok. I don't have doubt in him, he's one of the strongest Jedi I have ever met. He just needs time and comfort."

Nodding I got up, my feet felt wobbly as I stumbled towards the bedroom.

"I hope...I really do hope. I just cannot be certain about anything these days. It's seems now that even the strongest of us are falling." I said in a whisper as I climbed into bed.

She only strokes my hair kindly and held me close.

It took me a long time to fall asleep that night.

I decided for my own good I wouldn't go see my master for the next couple days. I couldn't afford to see him so weak like that again. So instead I just went about my daily routines. I had forgotten to mention the approaching battle to Padmé, but I figured there was no reason to get her up a tree now.

All the Jedi on the council didn't mention anything of Obi-Wan, it was as if all of them knew what had happened, but none wished to talk of it.

Around the temple rumors had seemed to spread. Cocky younglings had caught word of what had happened and spread it around the temple. Soon half the younglings had the horror set in their minds that their hero had died.

All the rumors were eventually put to rest, but a sad loom still seemed to hang over everyone when they mentioned Obi-Wan.

The cold halls seemed even colder as I walked along. A cold draft of air filled me as I entered the room. Sitting down on an empty chair I looked around at the nothingness in front of me.

Moments later I could hear the soft clanking of boots and the low mumbling as Grindell lectured silently.

"Now I know it may be hard...but it's necessary, and I do think it will be better than doing nothing." I heard him say from a far.

"I know...I'll do my best doctor." I heard the small meek voice of my master.

A lump formed in my throat, to the point where I could barely breath, as I heard him talk. His voice had the same soft gentle resonating tone to it, but it was filled with what sounded like pure exhaustion and pain, masked by a kind tone.

It had been a week since the stroke, and Obi-Wan was ready to come home. But I hadn't seen him since the incident, and had no idea what condition he was in. Just from his voice though, I could tell he wasn't the same.

"But doctor...if?..." He started to say his voice filled with almost pity.

I could hear Grindell whisper very quietly, "We'll discuss it later my boy. Come now..." He said gently as he led my master down the hall.

I sat up, my feet numb as I nodded slightly to Grindell who walked gingerly infront of my master. He nodded repsctfully as he stepped aside to let Obi-Wan through.

He walked in a limping gait, as he still had that brace on his leg. But his limp seems even worse, and he walked rather slowly, as if he were afraid he'd collapse under his own weight.

He is appearance was nearly the same at first glance. His auburn colored hair was brushed neatly and he wore his same jedi attire. But he had an almost gaunt look to his gentle kindly gestures. His robes and tunic seems to hang over his thin structure as if they were almost too big for him. He was thin...but yet still held his head high.

He still kept that grace and proper appearance he's always had possessed. His face, even though pale and sickly, held a gentle soft look to it. And his warm blue eyes stayed quite the same.

This all gave me a sense of relief as I knew Obi-Wan was still living, breathing, and fighting.

I looked at him softly and said in a quiet voice, "Your...your ok?"

He gave me a slight smile and said in a quiet calm yet hoarse voice, "I'm alright."

I realized now I couldn't change what was happening to my master, I wasn't even going to try anymore. I had to stay positive and accept the will of the force.

But it was so much harder than it seemed.

I walked Obi-Wan back to his apartment. I had gone in earlier and set to make sure the heater was working. With the cold season approaching, I couldn't risk Obi-Wan catching anything else.

It had taken about half the time it would usually take to get up to his room. Grindell offered a hoverchair, but Obi-Wan quickly pushed the offer away.

He was so stubborn like that.

The stroke had taken a vast tole on his already weakened body. He couldn't walk as fast, talk as fast, or even comprehend as fast. It was hard, but I knew it was much more harder for him.

When we got to his room before I descended for the night I couldn't help myself. As lightly as I could I flung my arms over his thin shoulders, holding him tightly.

He seemed to be shocked at first, but he then exhaled lightly, excepting my gesture of compassion.

As he exhaled I could feel his thin chest shake violently, which made my heart ache further.

He patted my back lightly and said softly, "I'm ok...I'm ok..."

His voice was so comforting to my ear, for the last couple days I didn't know if I would ever hear it again.

"I thought I had lost you..." Was all I managed to croak as I let go of his thin yet warm frame.

He didn't reply, but only looked down sadly.

He stood there in silence for a long while and said softly finally, "I'm not going to attend any more council meetings or battle preps. I'm out of this war completely...doctor said I'm not allowed to leave the temple, unless he says...for now at least."

I shook my head and looked down worriedly at him, "You...you have so much to offer and they aren't letting you! I mean...your dismissed from the council?! You are the best one on there...we would have lost by now without you?! They are restricting you!"

He avoided my gaze as he said, "No...I am. I physically cannot do what I used to Anakin. I tried to deny it...but there is just no use anymore. Maybe one day...things will change. But for now my friend, we just have to do the best we can to make it through."

I couldn't believe what I was hearing, Obi-Wan admitting he couldn't do something! This war and cursed sickness had changed him, and not for the better.

But then I reminded myself that if he wasn't as strong as he was now...he most likely would not be alive.

"So your just going to sit around here all day...doing nothing?" I asked, a lack of hope in my voice.

"I didn't say that. I'm going to be filling in for the old youngling teacher, Master Sinube. He's retiring, and needs someone to instruct a class of 7 younglings, aging from 7-15." He said his voice weary.

I couldn't help but chuckle as I said, "From General to Teacher! Well at least you'll be doing something. Think you can handle them?"

He smiled, a real smile of joy, as he said kindly his eyes gleaming, "I handled you just fine. Plus there's an older youngling in the class who's promised to help me out if I need it. Names Tay Kallison, rather nice girl."

I smiled a little for it seemed Obi-Wan would finally feel as if he was contributing in a positive way towards this galaxy. And even in his weakened stage he seemed happier. I just hoped and prayed it would last.

Well be prepared for Obi-Wan the preschool teacher! Haha no his pupils will play an important role! Still have no idea how I'm going to end this story! its not done, but just saying! Please review, and on your review u can mention maybe what you'd like to see happen! :)