Okay. Now we have some actual funnies. :-P And hey, look, I actually got Anakin in!
Katierosefun, I'm doing my best to work on your prompt. ;-) I need to write more Anakin and Ahsoka stuff, really, and then maybe write something with Ahsoka and Obi-Wan. :-P
Friendly Fire II
Anakin barreled into the waiting room in the healers' ward, shouting "Is he all right?!" at the top of his lungs, to be met with the sight of Obi-Wan, on crutches, making his way out of the ward. Obi-Wan frowned at him.
"There's no need to shout, Anakin. I'm fine." Anakin stared at Obi-Wan, bewildered.
"What happened?" he finally managed at last, staring blankly at Obi-Wan.
"I wasn't even in bacta, so you shouldn't worry," Obi-Wan chided.
"But… how are you injured?"
"It's only a scratch." Anakin raised an eyebrow.
"Really?" he said, his voice filled with incredulity. Obi-Wan sighed.
"Yes, Anakin," he said, speaking to Anakin as he would to a young child. "There was a battle. We were on Renesh IV. And I got shot. In the foot. By one of my men. Are you satisfied now?"
Anakin stared. Obi-Wan's expression was a study in long-suffering.
Finally, Anakin burst out laughing. "You can't be serious." Obi-Wan raised his eyes to heaven, as if looking for help. "You are?!" Anakin doubled over. "Oh, Force! This is too good!" Obi-Wan struggled with the crutches. If he had been able to walk properly, he would have brushed by Anakin, breezily. As it was, he was half-limping, half-leaning on the crutches. Anakin stopped laughing and gripped Obi-Wan's arm.
"Here. Let me help you."