Anakin sighed in discontent as he rested his head in his hands. The lights of the hall were dimming now in the evening. But he wished that he could make sense of everything that was happening. Why had Obi-Wan panicked? And why was it every time he tried to help with the issue at hand the healer would push him away?
He was again waiting outside of the room, left to pace and kick and sort out of his racing thoughts. Finally he felt frustration had finally hit it's peak in him, and he punched a wall. Not even full force, he realized midswing what he was doing and slowed his fist enough to prevent any damage from being done. Now he used that same wall for support as his forehead rested against it, cool against his skin.
Inside that room he could only sense pain, fear, and the animal fight or flight instincts kicking in high gear. No doubt in his mind, Obi-Wan had snapped out of his daze from smacking into the wall at top speed, and was probably again trying to keep from being handled. Aside from his Master's uncharacterist feelings, he could sense exhaustion and exasperation from the healer inside. Maybe she would regrete not asking for Anakin's help after all. Or at least he could hope. He hated feeling so useless.
"He needs you, Anakin."
He always felt relaxed when he heard Qui-Gon voice come to him on these rare occastions. He always had spoke truth, but of course was always putting it in the usual riddles and incomplete imformation that his fellow Jedi always had. It was frustrating. And Anakin missed his mother's open way of speaking; she never spoke in a riddle, she was always honest and never made him have to figure it out for himself. Regardless, he trusted Qui-Gon.
Without anymore mental debate, he went on what Qui-Gon had told him in his mind and accessed the door pad. Inside, he could feel a sudden wave of pain pulse and he found himself running inside. He didn't take more than a second to absorb the scene.
The healer had done more than a good job in immoblizing Obi-Wan, pinning him to the sleep couch while she was trying to get at his arm with a syringe. She was sitting on top of him while Obi-Wan was struggling underneath, his gaze flickering from her to the needle. If it weren't for the severity of the situation, Anakin would have laughed at the sight. But he took a step forward, alerting the healer.
Some stray hair had been pulled out of her braid and now hung against the sides of her face and a few strands in front of her eyes. She huffed a breath in order to move on out of her vision. "For once you decided on a good time to intervein. Hold him down while I give him this antibiotic, will you?"
Anakin blinked, stunned, she was so composed and proper earlier that the shift to impatience and sarcasim surprised him. Though he didn't hesitate for long, he then took her place on Obi-Wan while she got off and took hold of Obi-Wan's arm so she could give him the shot. Of course, he again struggled and missed a wild punch to her jaw. Anakin stiffened his hold.
It wasn't long before Anakin remembered another thing, since he recalled a missionw here he once needed to calm a creature into allowing him to ride it. Maybe he could use the same method here. But Obi-Wan was sentient. He held doubts that it would work as well as he hoped.
"Calm yourself. I don't want to hurt you."
He needed to escape! But now there was another one who was helping. He was pinned down as he felt a pinch in his arm, he tenses as the pain worsened where he felt the needle in his skin. He tried to swing and punch the first, but his fist cut through air.
The hold on him tightened, the voice screaming to get out of there, to find his way to it's source, but he couldn't. He was trapped, and there was no way to get out.
Then he suddenly felt a calming sensation, the voice in his head was silenced as another spoke to him. "Calm yourself. I don't want to hurt you."
He reconized it, and by the look in the second one's eyes, he had sent him the message. With a trembling sigh, he untensed and gave into the calm wave, and laid his head back as his shivered. Now the violence was in his mind. His thoughts swarming.
I know... I know that voice... He thought. "A-ankin?"
The boy on top of him froze, staring down at him with unreadable blue eyes.
But he was too busy trying to get it out right. "Anikin? ... Anakeen? ... Anakin?"
Then a very unsure look came to his face. "Obi-Wan? Are you-?"
Everything was beginning to make sense again. Where had he gone while he was slowly drifting into insanity? He wasn't sure. But now here he was, Anakin got off of him while the healer was getting some bacta ready. It was then he realized the harsh stinging all across his torso.
"I don't need to pin you down again, I hope." The healer grumbled as she pushed Obi-Wan up so she could dab a wet cloth to one of the reopened gashes on his back. He whinced.
"N-no." He responded. "I should be fine now. I just don't know what happened to me."
"Whatever did, it's good to have you back." Anakin told him.