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Chapter 5
A quick look at his chrono confirmed it: Anakin was running late. His morning so far had been quite busy, and he had left his quarters early to get a head start. First he had picked up his reading assignments at the Temple archives, stopping at requisitions on the way to grab some staple foodstuffs.
Now, he was waiting in the healer's wing, which was unusually crowded at the moment. Apparently, a field trip for the Initiates had met with some sort of mud-dwelling insect colony, resulting in the current mass of dirty, itchy, and cranky seven-to-nine year olds. Anakin shuddered, vowing never, ever to volunteer for field trip duty.
Last night he'd noticed that the healer had forgotten to give him an oral anesthetic with Obi-Wan's medicines, so he'd come down to the healer's wing to get it. He hadn't been waiting long, but the young Initiates were grating on his nerves with their constant noise and motion.
Finally, to his relief, an apprentice healer waved him over. Recognizing her from the day before, he told her what he had come for and she swiftly obliged. He thanked her and hurried out of the healer's wing and back to his quarters.
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Palming open the door, Anakin was met with the sight of his Master curled up on the end of the sofa, poring over a data pad as he coughed into his sleeve.
"Good Morning, Master," Anakin greeted as he deposited his packages on the kitchen counter.
"Good morning to you as well, Padawan," Obi-Wan looked up with a smile.
Grabbing a thick blanket from the closet, Anakin spread it out over Obi-Wan and asked, "Have you had breakfast?"
"Yes, Padawan, thank you." came the reply, a hint of warning in his voice.
Heading over to the kitchen to get Obi-Wan's medicine and some water, Anakin pulled open the washer unit on the way out and saw only a small glass. Frowning, he went back into the common area and resolved to see that Obi-Wan ate properly later.
"And what have you been up to this morning?" Obi-Wan inquired, curious. Anakin didn't have class until later in the day, he knew.
"Oh, just a few errands, Master," he said dismissively, thrusting two small pills and a glass of water into Obi-Wan's hands. He repeated the healer's instructions as he administered the hypospray, "You'll need to take these twice a day, morning and night, along with this hypospray."
Obi-Wan nodded and swallowed the pills with a slight grimace, and placed the glass on the table.
"Thank you. Now, as I won't be able to spar with you for awhile, why don't you go to the training rooms and get some exercise before your class? And don't forget, Master Windu has kindly agreed to practice with you afternoons while I am recovering."
In fact, Anakin had forgotten, his initial panic at Obi-Wan's message having obscured anything else it may have contained.
"But . . . Master . . ." he trailed off.
Obi-Wan looked at him expectantly.
"I should stay here, you shouldn't be alone! What if you need something?" he blurted out.
"I will be just fine, Anakin, really. Now go get your gear and off to the training rooms with you," Obi-Wan replied with a reassuring smile, somewhat surprised by his Padawan's concern. Perhaps he had over estimated Anakin's uneasiness dealing with sickness.
"Yes Master," came the reluctant reply. "Do you need anything before I go?"
At Obi-Wan's negative reply and pointed look towards the door, Anakin retrieved his training gear and class notes and headed to the training rooms.
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Feeling refreshed and pleasantly tired, Anakin headed back to his quarters after his sparring lesson with Master Windu. Though Anakin didn't particularly like the man, he had to admit that he was an able instructor. On the way, he made a quick stop at the commissary.
Palming open the door , Anakin stepped into their dark quarters and raised the lights. A quick glance around the common area and kitchen showed them to be empty, so Anakin figured that his Master must have gone to his bedroom for a nap. Quietly, he brought his package into the kitchen and unwrapped it, breathing in the delicious smell. He was hungry after his workouts, and wanted to get some nutritious food into Obi-Wan as well. Pulling the food out, he laid it out on the table, hoping that the light meat stew and junberry flatbread would be enough to coax his Master to eat.
"Master?" he called softly as he entered the bedroom. As his eyes adjusted to the darkness he could make out the form of his Master, lying face down, uncovered, on top of the bed. Anakin sat down on the side of the bed and shook him gently, "Master?"
Receiving no response, he tried again, a bit louder, "Master? I've brought some food, will you come eat now?"
Worried now, as Obi-Wan was usually a very light sleeper, Anakin rolled him over to his side and placed a hand on his forehead. He quickly withdrew it. Obi-Wan was burning up, and Anakin could not wake him. Taking a deep breath, Anakin resolved to remain calm, and went to fetch a cloth and a bowl of water. Lowering a body's temperature was a simple endeavor, he told himself as he applied a cold compress to Obi-Wan's too-warm forehead and dabbed his chest and neck with a wet cloth. He could do it.
Despite his efforts, though, Obi-Wan still did not wake, and his temperature was still too high. All of his soft pleading and gentle cajoling didn't elicit any response either, and Anakin abandoned the cloth in the bowl and abruptly stood up, frustrated at his uselessness. He wasn't helping Obi-Wan at all. Looking down at Obi-Wan's still, flushed face, he hurried out of the bedroom and went straight to the com unit.
"Hello, this is Padawan Skywalker, I'm calling about Master Kenobi. Is Healer Tirrel available?"
After he had concluded his call, he grabbed his cloak and quickly left their quarters. He didn't know where he was going, but he just couldn't stand to stay.