PART 5

Jedi Temple infirmary
Coruscant
15:38hrs
One week later

Qui-Gon Jinn did not want to wake up, not if it meant more torture and pain. As he opened his eyes he felt, to his shock, no pain at all.

As his vision became more clear, he saw that he was lying in the infirm. He saw Healer's apprentice Den Calthorpe walked into the room and smile when he saw Qui-Gon.

"You're awake" he whispered. The Jedi Master was very grateful that Den was speaking quietly, his head felt a bit sore.

"Lex and the others left a few days ago but they have been calling every day to check on you guys."

you guys? Plural? "What happened to Obi-Wan?"

Den's bright brown gaze dimmed as her turned towards the bed on Qui-Gon's right. As the Jedi Master turned his head, he stifled a gasp.

His Padawan was laying on the bed with blood soaked gauze all over his face and arms.

"He accepted your pain as his own," Den explained, "Only I don't think he expected so much. He's in a coma."

Qui-Gon couldn't believe it. "But I never taught him how to do that"

Den shrugged. "I don't know how he did it but he did. From what Lex tells me, he had no second thoughts or regrets."

The Jedi Master reached over and grabbed his Padawan's hand.

"Don't you dare leave me Obi-Wan. I'll follow you."

Den pretended he hadn't heard.

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A few days later

Jedi Healer Saline Ne'hera looked at the Master Padawan team in her infirm. The Twi'lek believed that she should reserve beds for them judging by the amount of times she saw one or both of them.

Qui-Gon Jinn was gripping his Padawan's hand as tears streamed down his face. His beloved Obi-Wan was oblivious to the pleas and threats his Master threw at him.

"Master, do you think he'll live." Saline turned her gaze to her own Padawan. Obi-Wan and Den were good friends and she knew that Den would be affected deeply should Obi-Wan die.

"He is fighting very hard, the effort alone is astounding."

The boy looked at his Master, he knew that she was leaving something out.

Saline sighed. "If Obi-Wan doesn't make some improvement soon..." The Twi'lek left the sentence hanging, there was no need for her to finish.

* * * * *

Later that night, Qui-Gon Jinn was still holding his apprentice's hand. He tried to banish the thought of this being their last moments together from his mind.

Qui-Gon knew that if Obi-Wan were to leave him, the grief would destroy him. There was no way that the Jedi Master could go on, continue living, if Obi-Wan wasn't there with him.

"Obi-Wan," Qui-Gon called out to his comatose Padawan. "Please stay with me...I don't want to loose you. You wormed your way into my life and there is no way you're quitting on me now. Please...come back to me."

Obi-Wan's fingers flexed and he gave a small moan. Qui-Gon used to Force to push his bed next to his Padawan's.

"Yes Obi-Wan, come on!" he encouraged, "I'll be right here, I'm not going anywhere."

Blue/green eyes fluttered open and the ginger haired head turned to look at him.

"Are...you okay?" he whispered.

Qui-Gon smiled through his tears and put the hand that still held Obi-Wan's by his Padawan's face.

"I'll be fine as long as you'll be fine."

* * * *
It took another week of rehab to completely get over their wounds, but both Obi-Wan Kenobi and Qui-Gon Jinn recovered from their words with no lasting effects on their bodies.

Both were restricted to another two days of complete bed rest before they could enjoy the vacation that the council was granting them.

Obi-Wan looked over at his sleeping Master and gripped his hand tightly in his own. The teen was thankful that Qui-Gon was still with him and that he himself had pulled through. To cause Qui-Gon more pain was not something he was willing to do.

Before going to sleep, he thanked the real heroes of Chillingham Castle.

An eight-year-old girl, a young lover and a woman he still held close to his heart.

May they rest in peace.

END