Prompt from SpencerBrown: We all know Obi hates the healers, and looking anything less than composed in front of anyone. How about some fluff where Obi is sick but won't take a break and either Cody or Anakin has to make him sleep or get some rest? Or anyone else who catches your interest, for that matter.

"General… are you sure about this?"

Obi-Wan resisted the urge to roll his eyes, and he nodded, checking over his lightsabre for the hundredth time. "Yes Cody, I'm sure."

"Even though you promised to go to the Healers this morning?" Anakin questioned.

"There are more important concerns for the Healers to worry about…. Unless you forgot about the wounded from the bomb earlier this morning?" He then coughed a little bit, before shaking his head, "Besides, one more push and we'll finally get rid of the Separatists for good."

Qui-Gon strode over to his ex-padawan and stuck a hand on the younger man's forehead. Obi-Wan tried to move away, but it was too late, and Qui-Gon was already giving him a disappointed look. "You're too warm…" he scolded.

"It's warm on this planet Master… you are all overreacting, I will be fine."

Secretly, Obi-Wan knew he was not fine…. He felt like a Gundark had sat on him. But as he said, one more push and they would have liberated this planet from Separatist rule forever…. And he wasn't missing it just because he felt a little under the weather.

The only problem was, the three people with him knew him the best and he couldn't fool them, no matter how hard he tried.

He made it more than halfway through the battle before he started to lose steam. He was panting hard and his vision swam as he tried to get enough oxygen to his lungs.

Cody noticed.

He was next to Obi-Wan in less than a heartbeat, feeling the other man's forehead and staring at his flushed cheeks, his rapidly falling and rising chest.

Obi-Wan didn't have the energy to reassure him, merely moving past him and continuing to fight,

Once the last droid was down, Qui-Gon and Anakin rushed over, half carrying him back to safety as Obi-Wan's legs shook to the point where he couldn't support his own weight. He collapsed onto a chair as soon as he could, with Anakin grabbed a cloth, making it wet and placing the cool material against his ex-master's head.

"We should really call the Healers." He stated, frowning in concern as Obi-Wan weakly waved a hand at him.

"'M fine…" he muttered, not even managing to protest as Qui-Gon stuck a thermometer in his mouth.

"103 degrees…. We're going to the Healers. Now!"

….

"So?" Qui-Gon asked the Healer in concern, "Is he going to be okay?"

The Healer nodded, "General Kenobi will be fine…. Bacterial pneumonia. Thankfully, you managed to get him here on time, otherwise that fever could have been dangerous. We've given him some medicine, make sure his fever goes down and he's taking good, strong breaths, and everything will be fine."

The other three men sighed in relief as the Healer continued.

"He was a bit… eager to get out of here, so we've given him a sedative. That will also help with the muscle tremors. You can probably take him back to Coruscant tomorrow."

Once the Healer left, Qui-Gon, Cody and Anakin made their way over to Obi-Wan's side… there weren't a lot of words spoken. Anakin tugged nervously at his hands until Qui-Gon stilled them for him.

"Was he always like this?" Anakin asked eventually, "So stubborn?"

"Oh yes…" Qui-Gon nodded and chuckled, "… since the first day I met him. He used to have be dragged to the Healers, every time."

"Even as a kid?"

"You should hear the horror stories from the Healers… most of them still dread having to have him in the Healers wing." Qui-Gon glanced at the clock, "We should head back to base and get some sleep whilst we can… hopefully we can take him home tomorrow."

…..

None of them slept very well.

In the morning, they all sipped at their tea or caff, quickly preparing to head back to the Healers…. Until there was a knock on the door.

Anakin walked over and opened the door to see a pale and shaking Obi-Wan, who was giving him a small smile. "Obi-Wan! What are you- "

"- I checked myself out." Obi-Wan explained weakly, "I was feeling much better, I promise."

"You're still sick." Qui-Gon noted. His tone was carefully flat again, but he was clearly worried.

Obi-Wan waved a hand in dismissal, "What else is new."

Rolling his eyes, Qui-Gon grabbed his ex-padawan's arm and pulled him towards the nearest bed. "Sit down, before you fall down…" he gently ordered, "… rest. We'll be here for when you wake up."

"And you won't take me back to the Healers?"

"I promise."