Sunday is gloomy,
with shadows I spend it all
My heart and I have decided to end it all,
Soon there will be flowers and prayers said I know
Let them not weep let them know that I am glad to go.
- Gloomy Sunday
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Obi-Wan didn't know where he was. There was a bright light in front of him and behind him stood a darkness.
*Well* Obi-Wan thought. *This is a bit of a trouble* He knew that to head towards the light could signify his entrance into the Force- the end of his life. However, the darkness behind him looked oppressive and questionable. He didn't know which way to go and was almost afraid to take a guess.
He was hearing voice he didn't recognize and they seemed to be...calling him? The boy felt even most lost and alone then before.
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"When you're standing at the crossroads,
Don't know which path to choose.
Let me come along,
Cause even if you're wrong
I'll stand by you."
-The Pretenders
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Qui-Gon desperately tried to start Obi-Wan's heart again. The Healers rushed in and pushed the distraught Master out of the way. The Healers worked on the boy while calling his name, as Qui-Gon called out through their bond.
//Obi-Wan?// He asked.
//Master?// It was weak, but there. //Master, which way do I go?//
//Towards the Healer's voice.//
The boy looked in the direction of the voices he heard and found himself staring into the darkness. //But it looks like the Darkside nests there.//
//Trust me, Padawan, walk toward the blackness.//
A rise and fall of the Padawan's chest was seen and a few minutes later
everyone in the room was rewarded with a flicker of an eyelid and a "Master?"
The Healers placed Obi-Wan on a hover bed and went to the infirmary.
"For the past three days all had become calmer. Jake was released from the infirmary and Bruck's body and service had been taken care of. Hardly anyone was left in the Healer's Ward, except in one single room. In that room there was the lone bacta tank with a sixteen-year-old Padawan in it, and on the outside of the glass: a waiting Master. It had been like that for three long days, but finally, Obi-Wan would be ready to come out. An-Paj walked in.
"Qui-Gon, if you will wait outside it's time to get him out of there."
He got up and walked out the door without a word- knowing it was useless to argue with the Healer who always got his way. An-Paj came out a few minutes later.
"He's awake."
Qui-Gon walked into the room, there was Obi-Wan, a little paler but other
wise looking fine.
with shadows I spend it all
My heart and I have decided to end it all,
Soon there will be flowers and prayers said I know
Let them not weep let them know that I am glad to go.
- Gloomy Sunday
************
Obi-Wan didn't know where he was. There was a bright light in front of him and behind him stood a darkness.
*Well* Obi-Wan thought. *This is a bit of a trouble* He knew that to head towards the light could signify his entrance into the Force- the end of his life. However, the darkness behind him looked oppressive and questionable. He didn't know which way to go and was almost afraid to take a guess.
He was hearing voice he didn't recognize and they seemed to be...calling him? The boy felt even most lost and alone then before.
************
"When you're standing at the crossroads,
Don't know which path to choose.
Let me come along,
Cause even if you're wrong
I'll stand by you."
-The Pretenders
*************
Qui-Gon desperately tried to start Obi-Wan's heart again. The Healers rushed in and pushed the distraught Master out of the way. The Healers worked on the boy while calling his name, as Qui-Gon called out through their bond.
//Obi-Wan?// He asked.
//Master?// It was weak, but there. //Master, which way do I go?//
//Towards the Healer's voice.//
The boy looked in the direction of the voices he heard and found himself staring into the darkness. //But it looks like the Darkside nests there.//
//Trust me, Padawan, walk toward the blackness.//
A rise and fall of the Padawan's chest was seen and a few minutes later
everyone in the room was rewarded with a flicker of an eyelid and a "Master?"
The Healers placed Obi-Wan on a hover bed and went to the infirmary.
"For the past three days all had become calmer. Jake was released from the infirmary and Bruck's body and service had been taken care of. Hardly anyone was left in the Healer's Ward, except in one single room. In that room there was the lone bacta tank with a sixteen-year-old Padawan in it, and on the outside of the glass: a waiting Master. It had been like that for three long days, but finally, Obi-Wan would be ready to come out. An-Paj walked in.
"Qui-Gon, if you will wait outside it's time to get him out of there."
He got up and walked out the door without a word- knowing it was useless to argue with the Healer who always got his way. An-Paj came out a few minutes later.
"He's awake."
Qui-Gon walked into the room, there was Obi-Wan, a little paler but other
wise looking fine.