Obi-Wan awoke slowly and to the peaceful sound of gently running water.
He took a deep breath and reached out with his senses. He was in pain but not anything near to what he had been before being sedated. The bed beneath him was soft and warm, his head rested on a feather pillow, and he could smell just the faintest wisp of incense on the air. It did little to mask the pungent scent of Bacta.
Never the less, he felt at peace.
Sitting in the corner on the floor was Qui-Gon deep in meditation. But he brought that to a close as soon as he felt his Padawan's presence in the conscious Force again. He stood up from where he knelt and walked over to the side of the bed. Grey eyes were blinking awake and then made contact with his own.
"Master," said Obi-Wan dreamily. "How long has it been?"
Qui-Gon smiled. "Don't worry Padawan you haven't missed a thing; it's been less than one rotation since we brought you in."
That seemed to put the Apprentice at ease.
"You did very well, Young One. Master Yoda was here and told me to praise you for not giving up any information to the Rebels who questioned you. Many a grown man, or Jedi even, would have succumbed and told them all they needed to know."
Obi-Wan's cheeks reddened. "Thank you, Master."
Qui-Gon knew that Obi-Wan did not take compliments well. It was all a part of his humble personality.
"Is Garen around? I need to thank him properly for helping me escape. He makes a lousy rebel I think," said Obi-Wan glancing around the room.
"No, I'm afraid he's not," said Qui-Gon. "He and Master Clee have been sent to meet with the two Rindegan Rebel prisoners. He visited you just before he left though. He told me to 'thank you for getting him out of Physics lecture'."
Obi-Wan laughed at that. "He's very welcome." Obi-Wan felt the soreness of his injuries as he tried to chuckle.
"Garen is a good friend to you, is he not? He was very concerned for your well-being," said Qui-Gon as he checked the bandage on Obi-Wan's palm to see if it had bled through.
"Yes, Master, he is a wonderful friend." Obi-Wan let Qui-Gon help him lean forward as Qui-Gon inspected the bacta pads on his back. He grimaced a little in pain. "But Master," he continued, "I know this sounds odd, but I sense that I am to have an even greater friend still. One whom I may come to call Brother."
Qui-Gon stopped his inspection abruptly. "I have foreseen the same," he said pensively, remembering the fearless blond child from a dusty planet who oft of late visited his premonitions. "But that will come when it comes. In the meantime, we need you healed."
"Yes, Master," said Obi-Wan obediently. "What did the Healers say about recovery time?"
"About two weeks, Padawan. You may need more."
Obi-Wan frowned. "That's quite the convalescence," he said dejectedly.
Qui-Gon laughed at that. "You wouldn't be saying if you had seen yourself before surgery and Bacta, Young One. Now, come on. Let's get this rolling." Qui-Gon bent over the Apprentice and placed a large palm on Obi-Wan's chest, careful not to disturb the healing ribcage beneath.
Obi-Wan closed his eyes and drank in the healing energies radiating from his Master's presence. He exhaled deeply thinking to himself 'bet I can do it in one week.'
The sacred process of cognitive Force Healing had begun. Qui-Gon's apprentice would be fit to fight by his side again in no time.