Four hours later, Obi Wan felt half dead from exhaustion.
Qui Gon couldn't figure out what was wrong with Leila. She hadn't waken up. The medic droids could find nothing wrong. Qui Gon had put a call into Yoda back at the Temple, but he hadn't answered yet.
Qui Gon looked over and saw Obi Wan. "Go and get some rest," he said quietly. "I'll come when I know something new."
Obi Wan looked at him for a long moment and then at Leila. Slowly he nodded. He turned and left the cabin. He wandered aimlessly for about an hour, unable to sleep in his own bed and at last ended up on the deck, staring out at the wasteland of the unnamed planet.
Five moons, in shades of red and blue, hung like ripe fruits out over a silent ocean. A flight of draigons hovered high in the air, asleep on the wing. Farther inland, dark volcanic peaks vented steam and there draigons perched by the hundreds.
A door hissed open behind him. A moment later, Si Treemba was standing next to him. "We have been searching for you," he said quietly.
"I needed to think," Obi Wan said quietly. But he was glad to see his friend.
"We are sorry about Leila."
"She'll be alright," Obi Wan said softly. "I hope."
"May we ask what you are thinking about?" Si Treemba asked hesitantly .
"I was thinking about greed. And how sick it."
"It is a horrible thing," Si Treemba agreed.
"And now I am wondering…do I have the same sickening greed?"
Si Treemba stared at him. "Why do you ask that, Obi Wan?"
"Because, all my life, I've wanted to be a Jedi. I craved it so much I was willing to fight for honor and I became angry when others stood in my way."
"A Jedi gives much to his fellow man. As I have seen," said Si Treemba thoughtfully. "He protects the weak, he battles for the common good. We do not think it is evil for you to want to do well. no, that is not greed."
Obi Wan stood quietly. He felt lost here. And he longed to go home to the Temple. "I have just realized something," Obi Wan said quietly. "I know now why Qui Gon will never take me as his Padawan. He feels I am unworthy and perhaps he is right."
"And you are not angry?"
"No," said Obi Wan. "I wasn't before. And I am not now."
Qui Gon kept his eyes on Leila's pale face. But again and again his thoughts returned to Obi Wan. And the terrible look of utter defeat of the boy's face during their talk. He sighed. He did nothing right anymore. He had crushed so many hopes. So many.
His comlink buzzed.
"Hello?"
"Called, you did, Master Qui Gon."
Qui Gon's eyes slid close as he listened to the welcome sound of Yoda's voice. Quickly he explained what had happened.
Yoda sighed. "Internal bleeding, she does have."
Qui Gon went quiet and his heart sank. If they had been in Corusant, things would he been different. He would have simply had to have taken Leila to a medical unit or to the Temple healers and they would have been able to fix her. But they where far from either place. "What can I do?"
Yoda was quiet for a moment. He realized the gravity of the situation. "Healed the wound inside her, must be."
"How do I do that?"
"A mix you must make." He named off two common chemicals.
"And the other?" asked Qui Gon.
"A crystal, it is."
Qui Gon's heart sank.
"Dactyl, it is called. Eaten by…"
"Arconans," finished Qui Gon. He sighed heavily. He explained what had happened to the dactyl.
"Worse she will get, the longer you wait," Yoda warned quietly.
"I know." Qui Gon rubbed a hand heavily over his face. "What do I do, Master?"
"Get the dactyl, you must," said Yoda.
"How long do I have?"