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A/N Oh my goodness so many reviews! Thank you so much! I am sooo happy! So in reward you get the final chapter!
Epilogue
A few moments before….
As Qui-Gon watched his Padawan leave their room he smiled.
Maybe he had overreacted a bit when he had found out his Padawan had a record for number of healer visits. But still you could not blame him; after all on the list Padawan Qui-Gon himself had only had 58 injuries when he was fifteen.
'I suppose' Qui-Gon reasoned 'I should apologies to Mace for slamming the door in his face. Maybe now that Obi-Wan has the use of both hands I'll accept that mission he was talking about. After all Obi-Wan doesn't always get injured.'
As he sat thinking his comm. unit went off. Picking up the device Qui-Gon pressed the button.
"Jinn here."
"Master Jinn? This is healer Wasmach."
"Yes…" Qui-Gon replied, thinking this call was to inform him about his Padawans arm being taken care of. He was partially correct.
"Your Padawan Obi-Wan has just had the cast taken off. His arm has completely healed, though it will be sore for a couple of days. It is likely that his light saber trainings will be hindered." Healer Wasmach explained.
Releasing a breath he did not realize he had been holding Qui-Gon smiled "Thank you healer Wasmach, is there anything else."
There was a brief pause then, "Well Master Jinn there was a bit of an accident…"
Qui-Gon paused drawing in a sharp breath.
"When young Obi-Wan was leaving the ward there was a malfunction with the doors and they closed on his leg." The Healer said this so quickly that Qui-Gon had to strain to hear it.
For a moment Qui-Gon could not process what he had heard. When the words did sink in he gritted his teeth saying "And…"
"His right leg was broken almost in two." Again the words came out in a rush and you could almost feel the healer wincing.
"WHAT!"
"He is preparing to go into the bacta right now, he should be fine in a day… or two…" The healer needn't have continued to talk; Master Qui-Gon Jinn was already running down the hallways.
Meanwhile Obi-Wan Kenobi was lying on a hospital bed, through his head ran the various swear words he had picked up over the years, and out loud he was muttering through the pain:
"He is never going to let me leave my room ever again…"
Okay so I know this is short, but tell me what you think! Some people have mentioned that they wanted this story to be longer. I originally intended this to be a one-shot however it just kind of came out as more than one chapter. However if you have any ideas for a sequel I may take you up on them so let me know!
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