*stop* Drama time! *MC Hammer dance*

Obi-Wan does what he does best-ignore an injury. Iyla doesn't take it well. Anakin and Ahsoka are just trying to calm everyone down...literally.

Chapter 29: Hurts, Fear, and Panic (Oh, My!)

Anakin was going to kill his Master. Well, ok, maybe that was a bit dramatic, but he was going to give him a piece of his mind. What had he been thinking? Clearly he hadn't been or this wouldn't have happened. There was no excuse for it to get this bad unless his Master was being a stubborn gundark. Which he most definitely was.

Obi-Wan returned the day before from his mission and, although very tired, didn't seem too worse for wear. They really should have known though. The man was the king of avoiding healers and down-playing his injuries. Years of experience fighting with him in the war were enough to convince Anakin that his former Master had not one ounce of self-preservation or health-consciousness in himself. But this time was worse. This time Obi-Wan had ignored and down-played his injuries as normal, but there was so much more at stake for him now. The sweet little girl that was playing and learning down in the crèche needed her Papa and her family. Obi-Wan had more to live for now and to be so careless with himself with a daughter who needs him was absolutely inexcusable. So, yes, this was typical Obi-Wan, but no, Anakin wasn't going to just shrug it off and roll his eyes in exasperation. He was going to knock some sense into the idiot.

His stormy scowl must have been intimidating because everyone he passed on his way to the Healing Halls gave him a wide berth. He felt a bit bad for scaring the padawans and initiates who squeaked and scattered as he walked through a group of them but he was on a mission to get to Obi-Wan and tell the man how stupid he was.

"Master Skywalker," Bant Eerin greeted as he charged through the door to the Halls. She eyed him warily and backed up a bit in apprehension.

"Where is he, Bant? Where is that stubborn karkin-"

"Anakin, please," Bant said. "I'll take you to him and you can tell him how much of an idiot he is, but please don't yell and curse in reception. Vokara is on edge enough as it is. Best not to invoke any more of her ire. Let her save that for Obi-Wan," she smirked.

Anakin smirked as well. "Of course, Bant. I'm sorry. I'm just so…"

"Annoyed? Angry? Frustrated? Disappointed? Trust me, I know. I'm all that and more. And Obi's had plenty of people in to see him and tell him the same thing. Which is why I'm letting you go in and tell him as well. He needs to hear all of it. Plus, he's being an insufferable patient as usual and this is my form of payback."

"A Jedi is not supposed to seek revenge, Master Eerin," Anakin teased. "The Code is very clear."

"Yes, well the writers of the Code never met Obi-Wan Kenobi and I'm sure they'd agree with me if they did," Bant replied.

Anakin chuckled and allowed her to lead him back to Obi-Wan's room. He walked in to see him sitting up in the bed with an annoyingly charming smile on his face.

"Anakin! How are you? Well, I hope. I will be too once I'm allowed out of this sterile prison cell. I swear Bant and Vokara are only keeping me here as some sadistic form of punishment. Honestly, healers are supposed to care for their patients, not subject them to unnecessary hospital stays," he huffed.

"Unnecessary my arse, Kenobi," Bant muttered as she entered the room.

"So crude, Eerin," Obi-Wan tutted in mock disappointment.

Bant rolled her eyes and moved to check the readings on the machines.

"Bant's right, Master. I'd hardly call a cracked rib, concussion, and Force exhaustion an unnecessary reason to go to the Halls. Not to mention you passed out while giving your report to the Council," Anakin said, crossing his arms and staring Obi-Wan down.

"Yes, well, I suppose it was a bit worse than I thought," Obi-Wan muttered.

Bant snorted in disbelief.

"Do you need something, Bant? Or are you just here to be a nuisance?" Obi-Wan snapped.

"Ooh, someone is testy. Are your drugs wearing off?" Bant replied, stepping up to check his IV bag.

"I'm fine," Obi-Wan pouted.

"Save it for someone who will believe you, Master," Anakin rolled his eyes.

"I'm here, Obi, because I am your nurse, unfortunately. Plus, I really want to witness your former padawan giving you a stern talking to. I can't wait actually," Bant replied. "No new drugs for you, yet. Pity. You're always much more agreeable when you're drugged."

Obi-Wan sent her a scathing look and crossed his arms stubbornly.

"Master," Anakin began, taking a seat by the bed. "What the ever loving karking heck were you thinking? I mean are you a complete dung head?"

"Very respectful as always, Anakin. Good to know my etiquette lessons paid off," Obi-Wan snarked.

Anakin gave him an unimpressed look. "I'm serious, Obi-Wan. This was really stupid. I mean, hiding injuries is your specialty but did you even think about the consequences? Not just for you, but for the people who care about you? For the little one who depends on you? What would Satine-"

"Stop! Stop it right there, Anakin. You are not going to bring her into this," Obi-Wan interrupted with an icy glare.

"Alright. I'm sorry. That was uncalled for. But really, Master. What about Iyla? She loves you and she needs you. You can't just play with your life and your health like you have nothing to lose. This isn't the war anymore. You have a daughter now."

Obi-Wan lowered his gaze to his lap. "I know. I've already received the lecture from Vokara, Yoda, Kit, Plo, Depa, Bant, basically the entire Order, so trust me, I understand, Anakin."

"Do you, though? Because I feel like you say that but you continue to be back in this situation again and again.

"I do understand. Now. I just…I really didn't think it was that bad. I mean, I've had worse. And I've dealt with worse, I just though I could handle it."

"You're lucky that you passed out in the meeting and not in your quarters. What then? Iyla would have been scared to death. Would she even know what to do, where to go for help? You'd trust a 4-year-old to be calm and mature enough to call someone?"

"We can't dwell on the 'what ifs,' Anakin, but I do see your point. I can't imagine Iyla seeing that and having to deal with it. I truly wasn't thinking and I was an idiot. I'm not used to having a little life depend on me. Not since you," Obi-Wan smiled.

"At least I was mature enough to be able to call someone for help and handle it."

Obi-Wan narrowed his eyes and tilted his head, looking skeptical, but also smirking teasingly.

"Oh, shut up," Anakin growled, smirking as well.

They sat in silence for a bit, Obi-Wan lost in thought about how close he'd come to scaring his little light and Anakin wondering if his Master was truly going to start taking care of himself now.

"So, will you live?" Anakin joked.

"Yes."

"Darn," Anakin teased.

"You're lucky I'm too far away to smack you, brat," Obi-Wan threatened.

Anakin chuckled and sat back in his chair haughtily.

"Anakin…" Obi-Wan said.

"Hmmm," Anakin replied.

"I really am sorry for worrying everyone. For worrying you. And…thank you, for talking some sense into me. I can be pretty stubborn at times."

Anakin snorted. "That's an understatement. But, apology accepted. And, you're welcome. Anytime I get to lecture you is a treat."

Obi-Wan rolled his eyes. "Can you do me a favor?" he asked.

"Sure."

"Can you go get Iyla from the crèche? It's nearing dinner time and I know she'll get anxious if she's not picked up before the other children start to eat. I'm sure Masters Alann and Terrol have been informed of the situation and would gladly allow Iyla to have dinner and stay there, but I'm worried she'll be upset."

"Of course, Obi-Wan. Should I bring her back to my place? Ahsoka and I can watch her while you're here."

"Take her to eat first. Tell her it's an uncle and niece dinner night or something. Then I think you should bring her here. She'll wonder where I am and it's best if she knows the truth. We can both explain the situation to her once you're here," Obi-Wan said.

"Alright. I'll go pick her up now," Anakin said, rising from his seat.

"Just…tread lightly, Anakin. She's going to be confused and most likely pretty anxious."

"Don't worry, Master. I'll take care of her," Anakin reassured him. He brought a hand to Obi-Wan's shoulder and gave it a squeeze. Obi-Wan smiled and inclined his head. "Now, get some sleep while you can. Your tiny ball of energy will be here soon enough."

Obi-Wan chuckled and closed his eyes, smiling as he thought of his bright little light.

Iyla couldn't tell time. But she could tell that it was getting a late. Master Terrol had come into the room and told them to put the toys away and start washing up for dinner. This worried her. She never stayed long enough to clean up the toys and her Papa always came to get her before dinner. But he wasn't here for her yet. No one was here for her yet.

After helping the other children clean the toys, Iyla stood silently in the middle of the playroom and watched her friends and crèchemates file into the 'freshers to wash their hands then take a seat at a table in the meal room. She didn't know if she should follow them or not. Surely her Papa would be here any minute to take her to dinner. Maybe he was just running late. Yeah, that was it. She'd just wait here for him while the other kids ate dinner. She wasn't that hungry. She could wait for her Papa.

But when Master Alann had found her sitting quietly against the wall and started directing her towards the meal room, Iyla's anxiety spiked terribly. Why wasn't her Papa here yet? She never stayed this long and he never left her here during dinner.

"Come eat with us, Iyla," Master Alann said as he led her out of the playroom.

"But, I gotta wait for Papa. He always takes me to dinner. He be sad if I not eat wif him," Iyla said, shaking her head and planting her feet.

"Little one, I'm sure your Papa will be along to get you soon, but why don't you come on in with the rest of the children. You don't have to eat, but I don't want you out here all alone."

"B-but…but I not 'sposed to be here at dinner. I 'sposed to be wif my Papa," Iyla insisted with watery eyes.

"Shhh, it's alright, dear," was all Master Alann said.

"No! I no wanna go wif the uver kids. Wanna go wif my Papa! Why he not here, Masser Al-an? Did he forget 'bout me? Does he not want me no more?" Iyla asked with shuddering breaths.

"Oh, of course not, child. Your Papa would never forget about you and he would never ever not want you. I know there's a good reason for him not being here right now, Iyla. But until we find out what that is, you'll need to come and sit with the other children, ok?"

Iyla bit her lip and kept sneaking glances at the crèche entrance, waiting for her Papa to come through and tell her he loved her and still wanted her. But he never came and Master Alann took her to sit in a chair next to Shona and Nari. Both girls tried to help their friend feel better and offered her some of their food but Iyla just sat hunched over with her arms hugging her chest and silent tears trailing down her cheeks. She didn't laugh at Flynn's jokes or smile when Nari told her about her swim in the pond earlier that day. She simply curled up in the chair and stared silently ahead.

Her brain was working overtime trying to figure out why her Papa wouldn't come to get her. Maybe she had done something to make him mad or she'd been too much trouble lately. Maybe now that he got to know her, he saw all those bad things Mrs. Huber did and changed his mind. He said he would never change his mind and that he loved her forever but a lot of grown-ups say a lot of things that aren't true. Would she have to stay in the crèche forever now? Would she see her Papa again? Did he even want to see her? A loud sob was starting to work its way up her chest and she couldn't stop trembling. No one was coming for her. She was all alone again.

She barely registered the strong arms pulling her from her chair and guiding her out of the room. The big hands were rubbing calming circles on her shoulders and her back.

"Someone is here for you, little one," Master Alann said.

Iyla looked up from the ground at his words. She couldn't fully make out the shape by the door through her blurry and teary vision. It didn't look like her Papa though.

"Hey, sweetheart," the shape greeted as she got closer. She recognized the voice as her Uncle Anakin and her face started to crumble. She buried her head in her uncle's chest and latched on tightly to his tunics as she cried.

"Hey, hey, little one. What's all this about? What's got you so upset, hmm?" Anakin asked.

"W-want P-papa!" she whimpered.

"Oh, kiddo. I know. You're scared and upset. It's ok, though. Your Papa sent me to come get you instead."

"He not w-want me no m-more! That's why he l-leaved me here!" Iyla cried.

"No, no, Iyla. Not at all. He loves you so much, sweetheart. He just couldn't come here right now, that's all," Anakin soothed, running his hand through her hair and sending her reassurance through the Force.

"W-why?"

Anakin gave her a sympathetic smile and wiped her tears. "I'll explain while we're at dinner," he told her. Master Alann handed her bag to Anakin then gave her one last comforting rub on her back before returning to the meal room.

"He gonna meet us at dinner?" Iyla asked, taking her uncle's hand and following him down to the dining hall.

"No, but I'll take you to him after we eat."

"Where is he? Is he in twouble wif Masser Yoba again?"

Anakin laughed. He remembered the annoyance and frustration on Obi-Wan's face as he explained the situation to him and the scowl he gave him when Anakin simply laughed at his misfortune. "Not this time, little one."

Once in the dining hall, Anakin saw many of the Council members sitting at a table against the wall. All most likely discussing his gundark of a Master's collapse in the chambers. Depa looked up and caught his attention with a wave. Uncle and niece weaved their way through the crowds to the table in the back and Anakin sat Iyla down in an empty chair across from Kit.

"Can you sit here with the Masters while I go get us some food, kiddo?" he asked.

"Ok," Iyla whispered. "No fish," she reminded him.

"Yes, no fish. I remember."

All of the Masters seemed to pick up on the girl's somber mood and could clearly see her red eyes and cheeks. Depa caught his eye and mouthed 'does she know?' and he shook his head. 'Just anxious' he mouthed back. Depa nodded understandingly and turned her attention back to the sniffling child at the table. Anakin lingered for a moment longer as Depa tried to engage Iyla in conversation and Kit tried to make her laugh with silly faces. It wasn't working too well but he felt confident leaving her there for a moment.

He returned to the table with a tray of food for each of them and was happy to see that Iyla had perked up a bit at the attention of her father's friends. She was smiling slightly and explaining to Plo and Mace how she was able to Force push some of the toy speeders through the air in the crèche. Both men complimented her on her impressive accomplishment.

The combined efforts of Anakin and the Council Masters kept Iyla distracted enough from Obi-Wan's absence to get her through dinner and eat everything on her plate. Only when Anakin rose to gather up their dishes did she start to grow anxious again.

"We gonna go see Papa now, Unka A'kin?" she asked when he returned to the table.

"Yes, Iyla. We'll go see him now."

"And he still wants me and not twyin' to get rid of me?"

"Never, kiddo."

"Why do you think your father doesn't want you anymore, young one?" Depa asked.

"Acause he forgotted me in the cwush and sent Unka A'kin to get me instead. I just fought…I fought he got tired of me," Iyla said quietly.

"Little Iyla, I've seen how your Papa looks at you and how happy you make him. He could never get tired of you," Plo reassured her.

Iyla didn't look too convinced but still nodded. "So then why he not here to eat dinner wif me? Where is he?"

Each Master shared looks around the table, clearly trying to decide what to say next.

"He's in the Healing Halls, kiddo," Anakin spoke up.

"The Healing Halls?" Iyla asked.

"Yes, he had an accident in the Council Chambers and had to go to the Halls," Mace explained.

Iyla tilted her head with a look of deep confusion on her face. "Papa had a assident?" she asked, almost shocked. "Did he not go afore the meeting? But why he wif the healers? Why he not just change his clothes?"

The adults all looked at each other in confusion for a moment. Then Anakin and Kit started laughing and Plo chuckled as well.

"Not that kind of accident, little one," Anakin said, amused. He couldn't wait to see the look on his Master's red face when he told him that his 4-year-old thought he was in the Halls because he wet his pants during a Council meeting.

"But Masser Window said…"

"Never mind. It was a poor choice of words on my part. I should have known better than to use the word 'accident' when talking to a youngling," Mace said, his lips twitching into a grin at the child's misunderstanding.

"Papa says I gots to go to the healer if I'm sick or huwt. Is Papa sick? Does he gots the Dwagon Balls Flu? I had that. It was gwoss. I frowed up a lot!"

Depa chuckled. "No, your Papa isn't sick at all. And he doesn't have the Dagobah Flu. Thankfully that terrible sickness is gone," she shuddered.

"So then…Papa's huwt?" Iyla asked, biting her lip nervously.

"Yes, little one," Plo answered. "He wasn't feeling well during the meeting and we found out he was hurt so he had to go see the healers."

Iyla was silent and seemed deep in thought. "Is he gonna be ok? Is it bad? Is he gonna go away? I not want him to go away! I not want him to leave me!" she said, looking wide-eyed at them.

"No, Iyla. He's not going away. Why would you think that?" Kit asked.

"Acause Papa said Mama got huwt vewy bad and that's why she had to go away. And now Papa's huwt and I not want him to go away too! I love him and I will miss him and then I be all 'lone!" Iyla's tears had returned and her shoulders were hitching with every breath.

"Shhh, kiddo. Breathe. It's ok. Your Papa isn't going to go away and he's not hurt badly. Healer Che just wants to make sure he's better before she lets him go home. Would you like to go see him? He very much wants to see you," Anakin said, rubbing her shoulders and her back in comfort.

"I'm scawed," Iyla whispered, looking down at her lap.

"It's ok to be scared, Iyla," Depa told her.

"I'll be there with you, sweetheart. Don't worry," Anakin soothed.

"Ok, Unka A'kin. I wanna go see Papa now."

"Great. Let's go then, kiddo," he said standing up and holding out his hand. Iyla grabbed her bag and Anakin slung it over his shoulder. Iyla took his hand and looked back at the table of Masters.

"You come see Papa, too?" she asked.

"We've already been to see him, little one," Kit said.

"Oh," Iyla replied, looking disappointed.

Plo hurried to make the girl feel better. "But, perhaps we can come with you and wait in the lobby. To make you feel safer. Would you like that, little Iyla?"

"Yes, pease, Masser Koom."

Plo smiled and stood up followed by Kit, Mace, and Depa. The five Masters and little youngling walked to the Halls together, making small talk and trying to raise the child's spirits. Anakin got a comm call from Ahsoka telling him she just arrived at the Halls and would be waiting for him and Iyla before going to see Obi-Wan.

Anakin, Iyla, and the group of Councilors made quite a sight walking into the Halls. Healer Che took one look at them and forbid them all from seeing her patient. Anakin assured her that it would only be Ahsoka, Iyla, and himself and that the other Masters were there for "moral support" for Iyla. Healer Che seemed more agreeable to this and showed the three of them back to Obi-Wan's room.

"Hey, Master," Anakin greeted as he came in. "You've got a very special visitor."

Iyla was gripping Anakin's hand tightly and she stood nervously by his side. Seeing her Papa in a big white bed with all kinds of machines and wires was terrifying to her. Uncle Anakin and the Masters had said her Papa wasn't hurt badly but he looked scary and not well at all. Her Force signature was practically broadcasting fear and apprehension.

Obi-Wan winced at the sheer volume of the feelings flooding his exhausted Force signature, but pushed down the pain to greet his little one. "Hello, my darling," Obi-Wan said with a bright smile while sending her calming feelings through the Force in a effort to try to dull the strength of her emotions.

"Hi, Papa," Iyla replied but didn't budge from Anakin's side.

"You can come closer, dear, it's alright," Obi-Wan said.

"She's a bit nervous," Anakin told him.

"That's perfectly understandable, little one. I'm sure it's very scary to see me in this bed with all these machines, right?"

Iyla nodded at him with big eyes.

"Would you like to know what they are for? I can explain them to you so they aren't so scary anymore. What do you think?"

"Ok, Papa."

Obi-Wan smiled and held out his hand to call her forward. Iyla approached him slowly and cautiously. Ahsoka helped her on to the chair by his side and gave her greeting to her grandmaster. Both girls listened to his explanation of the machines with interest. Anakin was grateful that Ahsoka seemed to be soothed by his words too. Anakin had warned Ahsoka about shielding from Obi-Wan since he was suffering from Force exhaustion and too many feelings could cause him a lot of pain. Despite her good shields though, Anakin could tell that she was anxious and worried about Obi-Wan as well. Obi-Wan could obviously tell too since he started to include her in his conversation.

All it took was the initial breaking of the ice for Iyla to finally feel comfortable in the small healing room. She sat by her father's side and talked his ear off about her day in the crèche and her dinner with the Councilors.

"And Masser Window said you had a assident and I was confused acause I fought you always go potty afore the meeting but Unka A'kin tolded me it wasn't that kinda assident," Iyla said.

Obi-Wan looked mortified and turned a deep red. Anakin and Ahsoka laughed at his embarrassment and the misunderstanding.

"Ah, no, darling, I didn't have that kind of accident," Obi-Wan replied. "I just felt a bit unwell and some of the Council members helped bring me here so I could start to feel better."

Anakin scoffed and looked away. Passing out in the middle of a report and being carried to the Halls wasn't the same thing as "being helped." But he chose to keep those thoughts to himself.

"Are you gonna get bettew, Papa?" Iyla asked, biting her lip nervously.

"Of course, darling. Healer Che says I can leave as early as tomorrow afternoon if all goes well tonight."

"So you not gonna go away like Mama did when she got huwt?"

"No, love. Not at all. Is that what had you so upset? Did you think I was going to leave you?"

Iyla nodded and stifled a sob. "I fought you was gonna go away and that you not want me no more acasue you not come to get me from the cwush! I had to stay vewy supew late and I was scawed. I fought you change your mind and was not gonna come for me."

"Oh, my sweet little light. I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to worry you or scare you. Come here," he said, patting the spot on the bed beside him.

Iyla got down from the chair and tried to climb on the bed but couldn't quite manage it. Anakin stepped in to help and settled her against Obi-Wan's side. He put his arm around her and pulled her close. "I'm not going to go away, little one, don't worry. Your Mama went away because she was hurt very badly. Too much for a healer to help her. But I'm not hurt badly, dear. And I have two wonderful healers helping me get better."

"Healer Che and Masser Eewin are the bestest," Iyla agreed.

"They really are," Obi-Wan smiled. "But, Iyla, sweetheart, I am concerned that you felt like I didn't want you anymore. Please know that that is not true and it never will be true. I'm sorry I didn't come pick you up. I should have informed Master Alann that I was sending Anakin so he could let you know what was happening. I'm sorry, love. I wasn't a very smart Papa," he said, tweaking her nose and getting a giggle out of her.

"It's ok," she said then hesitated a bit. "So…you not change your mind 'bout wanting me?" Iyla asked.

"Never, darling. What is it I always say? I love you forever…"

"And evew," Iyla finished. "And fowever is a long long time, right, Papa?"

"Yes, my little one. A very, very, very, very," he continued, tickling her with every 'very' he said. Iyla's giggles filled the room and she twisted wildly to avoid his fingers.

A pained gasp stilled Obi-Wan's fingers and he grimaced and moaned. Iyla stilled as well and looked at him, concerned.

"Papa?" she asked timidly.

Obi-Wan wanted to reassure her and comfort her but the blinding pain in his head and the strong tugging sensation on his arm strangled his voice.

"Master? What's wrong?" Anakin asked worriedly, coming to his side quickly. "Are you in pain? What hurts?"

"My…my h-head," Obi-Wan gasped. "And my arm. The IV…it's stuck under…" he gestured to the little girl sitting next to him.

Anakin quickly picked Iyla up and set her on the floor next to the bed. This gave Obi-Wan some relief but he was still clutching his head and moaning.

"Your head still hurts? What happened? Headache?" Anakin continued to ask.

"Too much emotion…in the Force," Obi-Wan gasped out. "The laughter it-" he cut off with a strangled breath.

"I huwted Papa?" Iyla asked fearfully.

"No! It's my f-fault. I shouldn't have gotten you so riled up. You…you didn't do anything wrong, l-little one," Obi-Wan stuttered out through his gasping.

Iyla didn't believe him though and stared at him with terrified eyes. They were just laughing and playing and happy and then he was making noises and holding his head and it was all her fault. She sat on his wire and she laughed too much and it hurt him. Slowly and anxiously she started to back into a corner muttering apologies.

"M'sowwy! Sowwy, Papa! I huwted you! I not mean to! Sowwy!" she was sobbing now and hugging her arms to chest.

"N-no, darling…argh!" Obi-Wan was desperately trying to reassure her and comfort her but with every heightened emotion she was broadcasting the pain in his head grew worse and worse.

Iyla was now backed fully into the corner of the room and curling into a ball, knees hugged tightly to her chest and shoulders shaking. "I'm sowwy. I'm a bad girl. I huwted Papa. S-sowwy!" she whimpered.

Ahsoka and Anakin were so focused on comforting Obi-Wan and lessening his pain that neither of them took notice of the frightened little girl in the corner muttering to herself. Alarms were blaring from Obi-Wan's monitors and hurried footsteps were heard running toward his room. Bant and Vokara came racing in, asking questions and fiddling with wires, all the while oblivious to Iyla who was now panting harshly and struggling to pull in air. The amount of chaos in the small space drowned out the child's misery and fear. At some point Mace, Depa, Kit, and Plo appeared outside the door, having grown concerned after hearing the commotion.

Obi-Wan continued to moan and clutch his head, all the while trying to communicate with someone in the room to see to Iyla and help her. But his pain was stronger and he couldn't do anything but stifle his screams. He could feel her so clearly and sharply and he grew even more agitated with each emotion he felt from her. She was guilty and blamed herself for his pain. She doubted his words about not going away like Satine. She was second guessing her worth and his love for her after he'd just reassured her that he would never leave her. Worst of all, she was reverting back to her insecurities about being bad and unwanted and his heart broke as she unintentionally flooded his Force signature with sorrow and fear. His poor little light. She needed someone to take care of her, but everyone else was so focused on him that they didn't notice her pain.

He grew even more desperate though when he felt her start to panic because she couldn't catch her breath. She was hyperventilating and on the verge of a complete panic attack and no one even noticed. Suddenly small objects in the room started to float up and the glass cylinders on the counter broke. Metal utensils by the sink were rattling and the tea cup on the food tray next to him fell to the floor with a crack. Everyone stopped and looked around in confusion for the source of the disturbance.

"I…Iyla…" Obi-Wan managed to gasp out. "Get…Iyla."

All eyes turned sharply to the whimpering and panting sound that could now clearly be heard in the quiet room. One look at the little girl in the corner and all hell broke loose again.

"Kriff!" Anakin yelled. "She's still in here? How did we not notice? Kark, she's hyperventilating!"

"She's been in here the whole time?!" Bant exclaimed.

"Oh, Force, I think she's having a panic attack!" Anakin said.

"A panic attack? She's only four!" Bant replied in shock.

"Her emotions are agitating him. We can't calm him down until you get her out of here," Healer Che said loudly over the blaring alarms and Obi-Wan's agonized whimpers.

Anakin, who had returned to comforting his Master called over his shoulder. "Ahsoka, get her out of here!"

"But, Master! I don't know the first thing about panic attacks," Ahsoka said anxiously.

"It doesn't matter, Snips, we just need her out."

Ahsoka glanced nervously between her Master and the gasping and sobbing little girl.

"Now, Padawan Tano!" Healer Che yelled fiercely. "Get the child out!"

Ahsoka didn't even think twice, startled by the healer's sternness. She scooped up the frightened child who was still struggling to breathe and practically ran out the door, which was now thankfully clear of Councilors as Vokara had snapped at them all to stop loitering and let her work in peace. Ahsoka paused in the hallway, looking wildly around for an empty room or anywhere that would work as a good place to get the girl away from the stressful situation. She nearly jumped when she felt a hand come down on her shoulder.

"Come with me, little Soka. There's an empty room down the hall. I will help you calm Iyla down," Plo told her, setting a strong and steady hand on her back. Ahsoka relaxed in the peaceful presence of one of her most trusted and beloved Masters and allowed him to lead her away from the chaos of her grandmaster's room.

Sorry not sorry for the drama. It will continue into next chapter also. BUT! I always end my drama with fluff and feels, so rest assured! Happiness will be along soon!

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