Since I got someone who seemed interested in this fic, I'm going to continue. So I hope I get some more feedback on this. I honestly didn't intend for this to be a multi chapter fic, but I realized that I forgot to put "complete" in the progress statue thingy. Since I feel nice, I'll continue for a little bit.
A light twining sound pierced his ears, and Obi-Wan groaned as he swung his fist out blindly to hit the cloak on the wall. He didn't want to get up yet, he felt too awful to. His head was throbbing, and he felt far too cold, even with three thermal blankets covering his fevered body. A few harsh coughs raked his throat like he was hacking up spiked balls, and made his throat feel shredded.
No he didn't want to get up at all.
"Master?" Anakin called from outside the door, of course he'd come to check on him. Obi-Wan buried his face into the pillow and groaned into them before answering.
"Come in."
The door slide open and his apprentice stepped inside. It was no more than a millisecond later had Anakin realized what was wrong. "Obi-Wan! I thought you saw the healers! You look horrible!"
Obi-Wan peaked up from the edge of the covers, Anakin could barely see his face under the many layers of covers and Obi-Wan's messy auburn hair sticking in every which direction. But from the weak glare that he could see from his Master's blue-gray eyes, he wasn't in the mood to discuss the issue.
"I did." Obi-Wan rasped his response, though it was muffled into the pillow.
"Then why do you look like you're sweating yourself dry and yet you're shivering?" Anakin inquired.
Obi-Wan pushed up, and wrapped a blanket over his shoulders to keep his body heat. Then he stood up, but he hadn't given himself a chance to put his mind together. He was talking before he was thinking. "I did, it's just that I felt that it wasn't serious. And..." Suddenly his vision darkened and a loud ringing blasted into his ears as the blood rushed up to his head from standing too fast. He staggered forward and Anakin steadied him.
"No. Don't make up excuses for this," Anakin urged. "I'll take you to the healers, they can help."
Obi-Wan sniffled. "It's just a cold."
"No. It's the infection more likely." Anakin responded.
Now the older stared in shock, he hadn't told Anakin about the infection in a couple of his wounds, how could he have heard about it? Maybe he heard from another person, he'd have to look into it. For now, he'd have to let himself give into Anakin's request- no demand to seek medical help...
So he walked down to the overdramatically named HALLS OF HEALING. Seriously, was he one of the ONLY people who noticed this? It sounded strange and just to prove a point it will be referred to in this manner.
Once he got there, he was sure he made enough turns and roundabouts to lose even Yoda in the halls. At least he hoped so; it would be nice if he could see to his own well being without Anakin over his shoulder. With a sigh, he opened the door.
"What took you so long?"
"OH MY-! WHAT IN THE NAME OF THE FORCE?" Obi-Wan shouted as he ran away. Anakin was sitting on a chair; he had been waiting for him! He didn't try following him! He was just waiting for Obi-Wan to come, and he was trying to be sure of it! It seemed the boy was cleverer than he had originally thought. Looks like he would just have to outsmart seriously outsmart him.
He'd have to hide.
Even though he hated hiding and cramming into a tiny space while he prayed Anakin wouldn't sense him and drag him out, he had no other choice. And going to the healers with Anakin was OUT of the question, he was trying to avoid that at all costs. And if that meant he should mess up his spin hiding in a ventilation shaft, so be it.
Either he was getting bigger, or the shafts were smaller than he remembered. Last time he had crawled through them was when he was maybe thirteen, but he and Qui-Gon had needed to get to the control center ASAP. The vents worked very well for this. But now they felt too crowded, and he didn't like it. He closed his eyes a moment and rested his fevered forehead against the cool metal, letting a small sigh escape that he'd come to regret.
The vent suddenly opened and his ankle was grabbed! Obi-Wan kicked in vain, trying to remove the hand from his boot with no avail, he was quickly dragged out of the vents and fell shoulder first to the floor. That same shoulder had taken two cuts with a vibroblade and his collarbone was questionable! He didn't need it messed up anymore! But the damage was done; he could only look up at the face of his attacker.