I forgot until recently that there was a part two to this story, Obi Wan's revenge for the cat incident. Muahahaha!

If you like Star Wars hurt/comfort, feel free to check out my ongoing fic Sun Yellow and Sky Blue, where Obi Wan struggles to prepare for the afterlife with the help of a friend. It will not come up on your normal Star Wars pages because it is a crossover fic.

Anyway, enjoy!

"Obi Wan, go to bed."

"But Master..."

"I can take care of myself. It's just the flu."

"Well then I can stay up, it's just one night."

"And last night, and the night before that and..." Qui Gon's head hurt too much to even calculate how long he had been sick.

There was a long silence from Obi Wan. "Do you think it might be time to go to the healers?"

Qui Gon glared at him. "Absolutely not."

Obi Wan quirked an amused eyebrow. Where had he learned that much sass in only 14 years? "No, you're right. I should just call them and go to bed. I'm sure the healers could take care of you much better than I can..."

"You imp, you wouldn't dare!" Qui Gon rasped around his raw throat.

Obi Wan folded his arms, taking a wide battle stance. A challenge.

"Alright, fine! But only this one night!" Look at him, caving to a teenager. He really didn't want to have to move any more though, he would never admit it except to himself but these muscle aches were killing him.

If possible they both looked and felt worse in the morning. Obi Wan stumbled away for a quick shower, coming back just as pale and exhausted as he had left.

"Master, I really don't feel well."

Qui Gon's eyes shot open, and he sat up on his sleep couch before he could register the muscle pain. Obi Wan NEVER complained. He had a sudden flashback to the time on Nyrrian when Obi Wan had passed out without any kind of warning because he had forgotten to eat for more days than he was willing to admit, the time on Routh where he had been "accidentally" poisoned (they both knew the truth about that ambassador but couldn't say anything without risking a war), the time he had "forgotten" to call for backup on Farhava Beta and those antler wounds had been nasty...

And none of those times had merited a simple "I don't feel well."

He wasn't sure how his body, which had refused until now to let him stand up, was now headed for the healers' at a brisk walk. Obi Wan had to trot to keep up. Qui Gon was relieved that it wasn't busy, and that Obi Wan could talk to a healer right away. Obi Wan murmured something to the healer who had appeared, and they both turned to Qui Gon's seat in a corner of the waiting room. He stood to greet them. This couldn't be good. How serious was this? Was Obi Wan dying?!

"It seems, from the looks of it, that your padawan is suffering from a lack of restful sleep," the healer informed him.

Qui Gon gaped at her, caught completely off guard.

"Do you know what might be keeping him up?"

"No." Qui Gon stubbornly wiped sweat from his forehead.

"Master Jinn, we are not letting you leave until we have a full list of your symptoms. If you have something contagious it could become a health risk to others in the temple if it is not properly treated."

Qui Gon's eyes narrowed as Obi Wan took the waiting room seat Qui Gon had abandoned. He waved cheerily. "I'll be right here when you're finished!"

Obi Wan obviously thought this was funny! Who would laugh at something like this?!