Hey everyone! Hope you are all doing alright! Thank you for your comments, and I hope you enjoy this next chapter! Next is going. To have some more Anakin, Obi Wan stuff so stay tuned for that! Lots of Love - Lorna :)

DS2010: I did too! I just imagine all the clones being very sarcastic and teasing, especially if they were under Obi Wan and Anakin. Those two pretty much wrote the book on snark and I love it!

Guest: Glad to hear you enjoyed it and thank you for your support! I hope this chapter doesn't disappoint!!

Guest: Agreed. Poor Ani and Obi Wan, but I do so delight in making there lives very difficult.

"I somehow think you were lying about your previous apology." Obi-Wan scowled. Cody nearly laughed at the master Jedi, general of the 212th, pouting on the section of the floor he called his bed.

"I would never lie, General," Cody smirked. "I just didn't apologize."

"Oh?" Obi-Wan snarked.

"General!" Coric snapped as he pushed an IV into the soft flesh of Obi-Wan's inner elbow. "Pay attention."

Obi-Wan cast a rude glance at Cody, who was failing to suppress a smile. Instead, the commander put on his bucket, hiding his growing amusement and grateful that the bucket was soundproof unless he so desired.

"Coric, this is completely unnecessary. I'm only slightly dehydrated; nothing that I couldn't fix with a few glasses of water."

"And I would have let you, had you not had four kriffing months to fix it yourself!" Coric hissed, giving the IV a little prod, which Obi Wan begrudgingly thought was just to make him squirm. "Instead, I come in here to check on you after a concussion, expecting an otherwise perfectly healthy, mentally and physically—"

"- Hey wait a moment! I'm-"

"- Don't interrupt me while I'm monologuing about your poor medical decisions, and if you even consider ending that sentence with fine, I will lose my ever-karking mind, Kenobi."

Cody was doubled over, clutching his stomach in silent laughter. Obi-Wan sent him a rather irritated look as a wave of annoyance flowed through the Force.

"Don't look at him, you brought this upon yourself." Coric chided as he gently pushed Obi Wan into a more relaxed position, propping him against the wall as he laid on the makeshift bed. "Instead, I come in here and find that you are ignoring Kix's medical advice, as per usual, dehydrated, a high heart rate from what I can only imagine is stress. How long has it been since you slept 8 hours? -Don't answer that, if it's been anything longer than a week or two it will send me into cardiac arrest. You and the rest of my vodè are going to be the actual death of me."

Obi Wan actually wilted under Coric's stare. He was not about to tell the medic that he in all honesty had probably slept about 8 hours in total the last three days, and only because Cody had started to notice and take him to do more and more laborious tasks in hopes that exhaustion would take over.

Coric moved to the other side of Obi Wan, taking his other arm and resting it so that the inner elbow was exposed. Obi Wan looked away as Coric inserted another needle into his arm.

"Just a quick blood draw, General. Shouldn't be anything to worry about, but better to be safe than sorry." Coric started. "As for this discussion, it's not over."

"Wonderful." Obi Wan sighed, scrubbing a hand down his face.

"You need to sleep."

"I'm aware."

Coric gave him a withering side-eye. "Do you know what happens when you sleep for less than an ideal amount of time?"

"Yes-"

"-Then you know that your body is keeping track. Sleep debt is very real and can affect everything you do. Right now, while it's still comparatively minor, it's an irritation. But it's been getting worse. — Don't lie and don't talk."

Obi-Wan quickly shut his mouth before he could fire off a series of rebuttals.

"You were in less than optimal, but better than could be expected condition when you can in, by ways of sleep, and now I have several instances that make me worried you may only get 15-20 hours of sleep a week. People are worried about you. You are smarter than what you're doing right now. You've had to notice what's been going on."

Obi-Wan nodded slowly as Coric pulled the needle from his arm and tied a small bandage around it. It would have been a waste of bacta to put on even a patch.

"You're tired. You're still not used to the force. You've been on the run, forced to lie and give up everything you believed in." Coric's voice had gotten so deceptively gentle, like he wasn't talking about a blatantly open wound that Obi Wan had been trying to ignore. "You were betrayed, and I'm sorry."

The Jedi froze at those words.

Coric didn't stop there. "I'm sorry, General. I didn't fire a shot, but you were my vod, my aliite and I betrayed you. My job was to help and never to hurt, but I did. You don't know how sorry I am for that. Ni ceta vodè."

Obi Wan didn't seem to know what to say. He paused for a moment looking stricken and uncomfortable, trying to gather his thoughts.

"I never blamed you, Coric, or any of your brothers." He finally stated. "You have no need to apologize to me, because I never believed you had done anything wrong."

The look Coric gave him, and even Cody who had taken off the bucket for the heartfelt conversation, was almost worth the discomfort he was feeling before Coric pushed something into his IV port.

"To help you sleep General. Gar shuk meh kyrayc."

"Hukaat'kama, Coric" Obi Wan replied, moving to fully lay down. Coric did not joke around with sedatives. He knew from experience.

Coric laughed. "K'oyacyi, General." hang in there

Obi-Wan was gone from the world before Coric was able to finish. The medic stood up with a small chuckle.

"Think you finally yelled some sense into him?" Cody asked with a grin.

"I doubt it," Coric replied, "but it felt good to have a captive audience to release my frustrations on."

"I'm sure he appreciated the hours of berating you just gave him."

"He deserved it! Honestly, this could have and undoubtedly has, been doing this to himself since he went into hiding!"

Cody nodded. "You'd think he'd have learned at least a little self preservation." He paused for a moment, leading Coric out of the room and listening to the doors swish close. "kaysh tayli'bac?"

"Kaysh cuyir."

"Tion'tuur will kaysh wake laam?"

"Nakar'tuur vaar'tur. Kaysh'll probably cuyir groggy bal hungry, al kaysh'll aalar jate. Healthiest kaysh's since vi were taking ulur be kaysh o'r te Clone Wars. Mentally…"

"Bic is a borarir o'r progress. Ni'm trying brokar gaa'taylir. Vi an are."

"Ni kar'taylir, bid does kaysh. Te mind is shi not as. As pakod brokar heal asas te baar."

Aproximate Translations

I'm sorry

You're of no use to us dead - used in Mando'a as a way to tell someone to rest watch your six, Coric

Is he okay?

He will be

When will he wake up ?

Tomorrow morning. He'll probably be groggy and hungry, but he'll feel good. Healthiest he's since we were taking care of him in the Clone Wars. Mentally...

It is a work in progress. I'm trying to help. We all are.

I know, so does he. The mind is just not as easy to heal as the body.