Obi-Wan thought his head was going to explode.
He made a mental note to kill Siri, since it was her fault he was caught in the rain.
Right now though, he was too sick to even formulate how to exact his revenge. He just wanted to lie in bed and not move.
There was a small rapping at the door followed by the high pitched whoosh of the door. It was at that moment that a bright light flooded his room. In the doorway stood a smirking Anakin with a tray that had a large bowl of soup.