Anakin stared in surprise as Obi-Wan shifted and turned on his side, still shivering. It took another minute before he saw three long red stains in his tunic, he had opened the stitches. In that moment he was relieved to see the healer walk in, but didn't like the shock on her face. "What happened?"
"He moved in his sleep." Anakin explained. "I think he might have torn some stitches."
"I'll see what I can do." She told him, and then carefully removed the last layer of Obi-Wan's tunic to get to the wounds on his back and shoulders. That was when she stammered, "I- I didn't stitch these wounds at all. They were never there before."
The padawan blinked in surprise and saw she was right; there was no thread where the wounds had opened. "Can't we just stick him in a bacta tank or something?"
"We should." She nodded. "It will reduce the risk of him opening these wounds again. But I hadn't because I was trying to save his body heat."
This was the hard decision. Restitch Obi-Wan's wounds and hope he doesn't get more of them, or put him in a bacta tank and risk giving him hypothermia. She sighed.
"I'll see what I can do to regulate his body temperature better. In the meantime, stay here and try to lend some of your strength to him, which should help." She instructed. Anakin nodded and held onto Obi-Wan wrist again, a little tighter as he tried to reach out to the force around him. He could feel it, and how life seemed to be slowly draining from his master. He took a breath, and attempted to bring his own strength to his master, drawing an unsteady shutter from the older as his hands warmed slightly.
Then an unsteady groan.
He's waking up! Anakin realized, and he gripped Obi-Wan wrist a little tighter.
When the older opened his eyes, they were glazed over in confusion like he was drunk or something, but Obi-Wan was never one to do such, so that idea was immediately out of the question. When his eyes fixed on Anakin, however, there was no recognition, only fear.
His heart slammed against his chest as he felt his adrenaline slowly rising. He could smell chemicals; he could feel a stranger's hand grip his wrist. He needed to get out of there. Now! With no further hesitation, he prepared to leap.
"Relax, you're in safe hands." That man's voice told him sternly in his head.
"No! Run! You're in danger!" The woman countered.
He trusted the woman's voice and sprung out of the bed, the stranger yelped as he felt the pain in his back and shoulders explode, and now his sides were beginning to feel like they were being ripped as well as his chest. He didn't care, as long as he could escape!
That stranger tried to stop him, tried to grab hold of him and stop him at the door, but in his panicked state, he proved stronger and faster. He opened the door and rushed down the hallway in a rush. Exclamations from others filled his ears as he bursted through another door and kept running. Behind him, the stranger was starting to gain. In another moment, he swerved around a corner and looked over his shoulder to see the other do the same, and then he felt agony strike him like lightning!
He had run straight into a wall. And now all he could do was stumble backwards and fall over in a daze before entered the black void once more.
Tada! I edited my chapters! Can't you tell? No of course you can't! I just ran through everything on spell check and now there shouldn't be anymore people telling me about that. Or here at least. Cause I'm NOT getting a freaking beta reader and that's that.