Sorry for the long wait, RL has been intense these past few weeks. I've only been able to write for the last few days. Here is the post. Thanks for all the reviews! :)
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It is near night, and I can't stand it anymore! I must see Qui-gon, and I must find out what happened to my former Master! So I am getting out of this bed, no matter how much it hurts!
Okay, first to sit up. So far so good. Now putting this foot down first. Ow! Got that one, now the next one. Doesn't hurt as much... Now to put weight on them both. Ohhh, that hurts, that really hurts, but I am standing! Now to walk. One step at a time, Obi-wan, just one step at a time.
I am stumbling out into the hall, every small step is agony, But my will to find out what happened to my Master, former Master, and Qui-gon is stronger then any pain. But can I make it past the healer's station without being seen? Well, I used to do it when I was little, can't be that hard, now can it.
I quiet my footsteps as best as I can and start to sneak through. I am ducking as I get to the desk and cover myself with the Force. I can crawl these last few feet, I can make it to the other side, I can get over the pain running through me!
"Obi-wan Kenobi, what the Sith do you think you are doing out of bed?" a stern voice asks from above me.
I look up, Sith my neck!, and try to smile.
"Hello, Healer Neron," I say.
She grabs the back of my ward robe and hauls me up.
"You are going back to bed this second, Kenobi. I don't want to repeat what happened the last times you tried to escape," Neron says and raises a fine eyebrow.
"I was not trying to escape." I protest, "I was just trying to see Qui-gon and my Mas... former Master."
She looks as me, and I suddenly feel like a child caught trying to skip his nap. But my stubborn side is bubbling up, so I am going to try a desperate plan.
"Please, Nee-Nee? I can't rest until I know what is going on," I plea, and give her the wide innocent eyes face while I give her my old nickname for her.
She sighs, and rolls her eyes slightly. She isn't as mean as she looks, and I know that.
"All right, Obi-wan. I shall show you where they are, and then you shall go strait to bed. Understand me?" she asks me sternly.
"I promise, Healer Neron," I say.
She nods and leads me down the hall to the critical wing. By the time she stops near a door, my legs are shaking with pain and over use. She looks over at me with concern flickering in her green eyes, and then she opens the door.
I stumble in and my eyes adjust slowly to the dim lights. Two beds are in this room. Two beds holding such different people. Qui-gon is lying in the pale light on the right. He looks to be sleeping, but the whiteness of his skin, and the sunken look of his eyes tell different. His presence is weak, but pulsing with warm light. It almost overshadows the cold, dim one that is also in this room. I look toward my former Master, and my heart trembles. He lays there, his eyes wide open, his face drawn and pale. His long black hair is limp and damp with sweat, and from his lips I hear mutters of dark things that shake me to my core. I step forward, my loyalty torn. Who should I go to? Why are they both in the same room? What has happened?
"Master Jinn's disease took a sharp turn early this morning. He collapsed in his rooms, and had you not asked us to check upon him, we may not have found him until it was too late. At the same time, Xanatos Jinn stopped breathing. The guards informed us of this, and we brought him up at the same time as Qui-gon. We tried to revive them, but we almost lost them both until we got Qui-gon to start breathing again. Then Xanatos followed suit, but he awoke then and this is how he has remained since. Qui-gon has remained in a coma sense," Neron says softly from behind me, and I can feel her hand upon my shoulder.
"Will this change?" I ask.
"We hope, Obi-wan," she whispers.
We stand in silence for a moment, and then I feel her hand leave my shoulder.
"Come, Obi-wan, you had best get back to bed," she says gently.
I am too shocked to resist her gentle pull on my arm, and her guiding me back to my bed where I know this shall haunt me.
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It is near night, and I can't stand it anymore! I must see Qui-gon, and I must find out what happened to my former Master! So I am getting out of this bed, no matter how much it hurts!
Okay, first to sit up. So far so good. Now putting this foot down first. Ow! Got that one, now the next one. Doesn't hurt as much... Now to put weight on them both. Ohhh, that hurts, that really hurts, but I am standing! Now to walk. One step at a time, Obi-wan, just one step at a time.
I am stumbling out into the hall, every small step is agony, But my will to find out what happened to my Master, former Master, and Qui-gon is stronger then any pain. But can I make it past the healer's station without being seen? Well, I used to do it when I was little, can't be that hard, now can it.
I quiet my footsteps as best as I can and start to sneak through. I am ducking as I get to the desk and cover myself with the Force. I can crawl these last few feet, I can make it to the other side, I can get over the pain running through me!
"Obi-wan Kenobi, what the Sith do you think you are doing out of bed?" a stern voice asks from above me.
I look up, Sith my neck!, and try to smile.
"Hello, Healer Neron," I say.
She grabs the back of my ward robe and hauls me up.
"You are going back to bed this second, Kenobi. I don't want to repeat what happened the last times you tried to escape," Neron says and raises a fine eyebrow.
"I was not trying to escape." I protest, "I was just trying to see Qui-gon and my Mas... former Master."
She looks as me, and I suddenly feel like a child caught trying to skip his nap. But my stubborn side is bubbling up, so I am going to try a desperate plan.
"Please, Nee-Nee? I can't rest until I know what is going on," I plea, and give her the wide innocent eyes face while I give her my old nickname for her.
She sighs, and rolls her eyes slightly. She isn't as mean as she looks, and I know that.
"All right, Obi-wan. I shall show you where they are, and then you shall go strait to bed. Understand me?" she asks me sternly.
"I promise, Healer Neron," I say.
She nods and leads me down the hall to the critical wing. By the time she stops near a door, my legs are shaking with pain and over use. She looks over at me with concern flickering in her green eyes, and then she opens the door.
I stumble in and my eyes adjust slowly to the dim lights. Two beds are in this room. Two beds holding such different people. Qui-gon is lying in the pale light on the right. He looks to be sleeping, but the whiteness of his skin, and the sunken look of his eyes tell different. His presence is weak, but pulsing with warm light. It almost overshadows the cold, dim one that is also in this room. I look toward my former Master, and my heart trembles. He lays there, his eyes wide open, his face drawn and pale. His long black hair is limp and damp with sweat, and from his lips I hear mutters of dark things that shake me to my core. I step forward, my loyalty torn. Who should I go to? Why are they both in the same room? What has happened?
"Master Jinn's disease took a sharp turn early this morning. He collapsed in his rooms, and had you not asked us to check upon him, we may not have found him until it was too late. At the same time, Xanatos Jinn stopped breathing. The guards informed us of this, and we brought him up at the same time as Qui-gon. We tried to revive them, but we almost lost them both until we got Qui-gon to start breathing again. Then Xanatos followed suit, but he awoke then and this is how he has remained since. Qui-gon has remained in a coma sense," Neron says softly from behind me, and I can feel her hand upon my shoulder.
"Will this change?" I ask.
"We hope, Obi-wan," she whispers.
We stand in silence for a moment, and then I feel her hand leave my shoulder.
"Come, Obi-wan, you had best get back to bed," she says gently.
I am too shocked to resist her gentle pull on my arm, and her guiding me back to my bed where I know this shall haunt me.