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Chapter 2

"Is my Master all right? What's wrong with him? Where is he, can I see him?" Anakin burst out, unable to contain his worry for his Master any longer. Healer Tirrel looked mildly surprised by his outburst, though went on to answer him anyway.

"Master Kenobi isn't all right, but he will be, Padawan Skywalker. He has caught a rather nasty strain of Pneumocystis bacteria, though with rest, care, and proper medication, I assure you he will recover completely. " Hearing this, Anakin felt the tension drain out of his body as he sagged back against the wall.

"That's good to hear, thank you for taking care of him," Anakin replied, voice shaky with relief. Taking a deep breath, he continued, "Is he in any danger now? If not, I'll take him home – to our quarters, I mean – now."

"That's quite alright, Padawan Skywalker, we will see to his care," Healer Tirrel replied, raising an eyebrow. "Would you like to see him now?" he inquired, heading towards a door to the back of the curtained area. "I believe he is sleeping at the moment, though I don't think your presence will disturb his rest."

"Yes, please." Anakin responded quietly. "When will he be well enough to leave the healer's wing?"

"As soon as he is physically able to, and no longer requires our care." the Healer replied. "He should be mostly self sufficient within four or five days," he added, after a pause.

Nodding, though somewhat confused by the roundabout reply, Anakin followed Healer Tirrel back into one of the main wards, bracing himself for what he thought would be the sure sight of his Master hooked up to an array of tubes and machines.

Turning a corner behind the corner, Anakin quickened his pace as he caught sight of his Master. He appeared to be deeply asleep, and was frighteningly pale except for the unhealthy flush of his cheeks. With each breath, Anakin could hear something rattle deep within his chest. He reached out to Obi-Wan, gently stroking the master's limp hand with his own larger one.

"Hello, Master, I came to see you as soon as I got the message," he said softly, though he could tell that the other man would not wake. Reaching out with the Force through their training bond, Anakin sensed his Master's exhaustion and the disease that was weakening his body, though was relieved to confirm that his Master's life force was indeed strong.

To Anakin's surprise, there did not appear to be any medical equipment attached to Obi-Wan. Why, then, should he have to stay in the healer's wing for so long? Surely, if Obi-Wan was not that ill, he shouldn't have to stay here. He didn't like it here any more than Anakin did.

Anakin has always disliked the healer's wing, with the subtle shroud of weakness and sickness about it. Being around people who were sick always made him nervous, so he generally tried to avoid them. He didn't know why, though a tiny part of his consciousness admitted that it bothered him to be so helpless. But this was his Obi-Wan – and what kind of Padawan would avoid his sick Master?

Following after Healer Tirrel deeper into the healer's wing and into a small supply room, he asked,

"Is there any reason that he can't recover in our quarters? I'm sure he would be more comfortable."

"Perhaps so, Padawan Skywalker, but even though there is no worry of transmitting the disease to others, your Master will need someone to look after him while he is ill. So I am afraid he will have to remain here," the tall Healer frowned as he dug through a supply box.

"Do you think I'm not capable of such a simple task as looking after someone who is sick?" Anakin replied huffily, "I am a Senior Padawan, not a child."

"Of course, Padawan Skywalker, that is not what I meant to imply," soothed Healer Tirrell, "There is no need to take offense. It is just that Master Kenobi indicated that he would not have sufficient home care available, so we found it necessary to admit him, despite his protests. If you will be there to care for him, however, there should be no problem with him returning to your quarters." Finding the desired medical utensil – a large, multi-faceted metal thing that made Anakin grimace – the Healer turned and left the supply room, with Anakin at his heels.

"What do you mean, no one to look after him? He knew I was scheduled to return today," Anakin said indignantly. Quieting his voice at the pointed look Healer Tirrel shot him as they passed through Obi-Wan's medical suite to the reception area, he continued, calming himself, "Please let me know what he will need, and I will check him out and take him to our quarters right away," he said firmly.

"Very well, Padawan Skywalker," replied the healer. "One moment, while I retrieve the proper medications." A few minutes later he reappeared, and handed Anakin a small bag.

"Give him the hypospray and two tablets twice a day, before bed and in the morning. Tea and an oral anesthetic should be helpful as well. Try to make sure he eats enough and stays hydrated, though he won't have much of an appetite so I wouldn't press him too much," he said knowingly, "And keep him quiet and in bed. That shouldn't be difficult though, since he will probably sleep most of the time anyway."

Processing the information, Anakin gave a nod and replied, "I've got it. Is there anything else?"

"If his fever gets too high, or if his breathing becomes overly difficult, bring him in or call right away. Otherwise, just make sure he keeps warm and rests," the healer added.

"I'll take good care of him, Healer Tirrel. I'd like to pick up a few things before I bring him back to our quarters though, will that be alright?"

As Healer Tirrel inclined his head in assent, Anakin bowed and turned to leave the healer's wing.