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Death-Dream666: O yes now ive gone from cruel and morbid to...cute! hahaha
Chapter 3: Hover Chair
After a few days Anakin had gotten rather anxious for Obi-wan to be released from the Healers' Wing of course he was to start off with but he really wanted it now for the fact that he could no longer handle Master Yoda's rules and restrictions. Finally it was the day that they said Obi-wan could leave.
Anakin literally ran full speed down to the Healers' Wing as soon as they sent a comlink message to Yoda's quarters saying Anakin could come down and get his master from there. He skidded nearly missing the door itself into Obi-wans' room and had grabbed the corner edge so he could just wrap around into the room. He was grinning as he caught his breathe from running.
"Run the whole way down here padawan?" Obi-wan joked. Anakin nodded as he walked over to his master, who they had put in a hover chair. Bant was sitting on Obi-wans' former bed.
"Now Anakin, Your master here is going to be in a hover chair for awhile so your going to have to help him with things, remember he isnt back to good condition completely yet, so take things slow" Bant told Anakin. Obi-wan arched his eyebrow looking at Bant, as she was talking like he wasnt even there.
"ahem..." Obi-wan finally interupted. Bant stopped and looked confusingly at him. "Stop talking like i am not in the room!" He stated.
"sorry Obi-wan...just tellin' your padawan here what to do and such..." Bant sighed.
"well...if you dont mind, i shall be going now, Lets go Anakin..." Obi-wan huffed using the control pad on one of the armrests and hovered forward out of the room.
"Ill watch after him, dont worry" Anakin said once Obi-wan had left the room then hurried up and caught up with him.
"Bet your happy to be out of there master" Anakin said walking beside Obi-wan as they headed towards their quarters'.
"very much so, and you happy to have me back?" Obi-wan asked.
"yes, i cant take much more of Master yodas' food...or rules..." Anakin sighed. Obi-wan laughed quietly.
"i never liked his food either...i dont think anyone in the temple does..." Obi-wan joked as they were stopped by Master Mace Windu.
"Obi-wan! They finally let you out of the Healers' Wing, eh?" Mace smiled.
"Yes it took them forever...i kept telling them i could go a few days back, but they ignored me, and said i wasnt leaving just yet..." Obi-wan sighed.
"Well anyways, how long you in the hover chair for this time?" Mace asked.
"They didnt tell me...which it is propably going to be awhile...a long while..." Obi-wan glanced at the ground.
"You'll be back on your feet in now time, dont worry Obi-wan..." Mace said then walked past them on the route he was taking.
Obi-wan continued down the hallway, Anakin was following close behind him. Finally they reached their quarters'. Obi-wan entered first followed closely by Anakin. Their living area was rather unkept, well it looked like they hadnt been there in a year.
"why dont you clean up this place while i start some dinner?" Obi-wan suggested, realizing it was getting close to the time they usually ate dinner.
"yes master!" Anakin said moving over to the closet where they kept all their cleaning supplies. Obi-wan headed into the kitchen. He decided to make some soup, that was simple, and can easily be made even with for him right now. He reached up into the cupboard and pulled out the supplies to make Anakins' favorite soup, and also a pot.
an hour past...
Obi-wan had successfully made the soup and got it ready for the two to eat. He set his bowl of soup in his lap and held the other with his free hand. He slowly controled the hover chair to move forward towards the table. About half way there he made a slight mistake, by jerking the control stick a bit, accidently, the soup in is lap spilled over as he winced by the hot soup, he still had a good grip on the other bowl and quickly made his way over to the table setting the bowl down. then he quickly moved the bowl that he had in his lap to the table just to get it out of the way. He grabbed a towel that was fortunatly on the table and patted down his leg to cool it from the hot soup that he had just spilled. He sighed slowly hovering out of the kitchen and into his room.
Anakin noticed this and followed him stopping right in the doorframe.
"Whats wrong master?" Anakin asked.
"Nothing to concern yourself with Anakin, your soup is ready on the table in the kitchen why dont you go eat." Obi-wan said.
"what kind of soup?" Anakin asked, he only really liked one kind of soup.
"Your favorite, now go eat" Obi-wan said irritated almost. Anakin shrugged and left him alone. Obi-wan sighed heavily, going over to his chest of drawers and pulled out his sleep cloths. He was rather tired and figured he would just go to bed.
Obi-wan had no problem with putting on his sleep pants, but the shirt was a whole other ordeal. His chest hurt everytime he tried to raise his arms still, from his injuries, he winced as he pulled off his tunic and then slowly and painfully pulled on his sleep shirt. He yawned moving over to his bed. He pulled the covers off the corner so he could climb in. Which was a problem itself, He winced, and slightly groaned quietly as bending and turning hurt very much as he pulled himself into his bed and then laid his head down on his pillow. He yawned again, a longer yawn this time as well.
Anakin had finished his meal and had also did the dishs. By the time he wandered back into Obi-wans' room, he realized he was asleep. He did not disturb his sleeping master, he just shut the door quietly and then strolled off into his own room and went to sleep himself.
Authors' Note: poor obi-wan...and his difficulties with that hover chair...lol