Hey Everyone!! Hope you're all doing alright! Keep surviving! This is a slight divergence from canon, mostly just that Anakin wasn't hurt as badly on Mustafar. Hopefully that's not too crazy. Lots of love - Lorna :)
Obi Wan sluggishly opened his eyes and then proceeded to quickly close them. His entire body felt as though it had erupted into the flames he was previously held in. His entire side burned with unrelenting heat, and he tried not to whimper against the pain of it. It was a fruitless battle when he felt the cold metal prongs of tweezers bury into his skin in search of stray metal shards. He moaned when the tweezers connected with a hard metal bit and he could hear the click as metal met metal. It felt agonizing as the shard was slowly maneuvered out of him, as though time had stopped. He heard a sharp laugh as he groaned, a laugh he knew was once so kind and carefree but was now bitter and malicious, though it was twinged with some sort of strangled edge to it.
"Finally awake I see," murmured a cold voice next to Obi Wan.
A freezing feeling of dread worked down Obi Wan, the first cold feeling he had felt in what seemed like ages.
"Please no," he whispered under his breath.
"Oh yes, Kenobi." Anakin whispered.
Obi Wan opened his eyes only to meet sickeningly yellow ones staring down at him.
Anakin smiled at him, a horrible fake smile, before he sat down beside him. Now that Obi Wan was paying attention he took in detailed notice of his surroundings, a sad habit that had saved him numerous times. He was lying on a sterile metal slab restrained at his wrists, ankles, waist and upper arms on what he figured was a medical table, their was a small drawer in the room along with a tiny sink, besides Vader and that was all.
"Not happy to see me? I can't say I'm surprised."
Obi wan just looked at him with frightened wide eyes but he kept silent.
"Now, now where are my manners. You're injured." He smiled again with a glint in his eyes. "Let me help."
With that he pulled the himself closer to him, picking up the tweezers and examining the work that had already been done. Without a word he jabbed the tweezer into one of Obi Wan's fresh burns. Obi Wan sucked in a sharp breath hoping to not give Vader the satisfaction of his agony. He pulled out a small slice of metal and put it into the small pile in the drawers. Anakin probed Obi Wan's sensitive arm to feel for other bits of shrapnel's, not malicious with the intent to further injure him but neither with the care to make sure he wasn't in pain either. Obi Wan didn't know what to make of that. After biting back a moan for what felt like the millionth time and hearing the last small bit of metal clink with the others, Obi Wan managed to reopen his tightly scrunched eyes. Anakin was cleaning his hands in the tiny sink, dying the water a nice shade of pink, which was comforting of course.
Anakin returned to Obi Wan and gave him a weird look, eyes seeming to tint to a greener shade. With a moments hesitation Anakin reached under the table and there was an audible pop as the bands on his burned arm released. Obi Wan looked at Anakin in surprise.
"Give me your arm." Anakin demanded reaching his hand out. It was clear nothing would progress until he did so, so Obi Wan fought through the renewed burst of agony that creeped through his arm as he thrust it toward his malicious brother.
"There wasn't that easy?" His tone sounded jovial, but Anakin looked unamused. He began to patch on small bacta patches which both simultaneously cooled the incessant burns as well as aggravating them.
Obi Wan hissed as the one of the patches went on. Anakin looked at him with narrowed eyes.
"Painful isn't it?" He whispered. "The burns."
Obi wan met Anakin's eyes with a guilty expression.
"Horrible aren't they." He continued. "Finicky little things. Everything hurts them, the cold, the heat. And they become such problems if there not treated right. Infections, scarring, and other such problems." His voice had gotten softer and softer.
Obi Wan looked at him in horror.
Anakin met the look with narrow eyes.
"Don't worry though, I've perfected the treatment of them. You'll live." Vader gave him another strange look.
"Ana-kin," Obi Wan rasped, voice grating painfully against a raw throat.
"That's not my name," Vader spat out sharply. "It hasn't been for a long time."
Obi Wan shook his head.
Vader's eyes met his with a glaring ferocity reminding Obi Wan vividly of fire. "Anakin Skywalker is dead. He was weak and naive and I destroyed him."
Obi Wan closed his eyes willing back tears and memories flowing through him. Memories of a bright smiled boy learning how to swim and memories of that same boy all grown up, staring at him with such malevolence that it broke something deep within Obi Wan every time.
"Anakin," Obi Wan coughed harshly. "What -cough- what have you become."
Vader looked at him for a brief moment. "I am what I had to become. I am what you made me."
Obi Wan looked at him sadly. "I did not make you. I didn't make anything. I raised a small boy who had a big heart that I did not know how to fill. A boy who was generous and kind but was often rewarded with nothing other than a frequent sense of loss and failure. A boy who made me smile when life and the war was keeping me up at night and a boy I would let sleep on my shoulder after rough nights filled with horrible nightmares. A boy that I... a boy I loved."
Vader looked at him with unmasked surprise, shocked into silence. Then a stormy look over took him.
"A boy you tried to murder on Mustafar. A boy whose leg you nearly severed in half. A boy you left to burn on the flaming gravel, screaming and blistering because of what you did! Is that your love Kenobi?!" He asked vehemently.
Obi Wan flinched at the last description. A vivid memory of a screaming Anakin burning on the black sand of Mustafar assaulted him. Anakin's leg was severed right below his knee hanging onto dear life by just a fraction. It hung limply underneath him and Anakin's regular hand was blistering at the mere touch of the scorching sand. He might have been crying but Obi Wan couldn't tell through his own tears, evaporating in the heat just as they left his face
Vader waited for a moment seeing if Obi Wan would respond before he bitterly broke the silence. "The emperor wants to see you. I'd get what little sleep you can."
He walked out after using the force to re-restrain Obi Wan's burnt arm.