Sobbing
into Padme’s neck, Obi-Wan dug his fingers into her sides and
shuddered heavily with
Anakin
continuing
to
rub his back and trying
to coax him into sitting up for water or juice, both alphas feeling
useless and
worried.

The
room smelt of heat but so overly sweet it was sickening, ripe fruit
of rot that
had been left out in the sun for days.

A
double dose of hormones? More like Obi-Wan acting as if he was
burning in his own skin even though he was only dressed in a thin,
sleep worn tank top and shorts!

He
was soaking the sheets with tears and slick, difficult to coax into
eating or drinking and clung to his alphas as if his life depended on
it and neither Anakin or Padme knew how to aid him except to remain
close and when Padme had needed the fresher and Obi-Wan had been
awake, the omega had outright started wailing into Anakin’s neck,
scratching up his back.

The
blond was rather sure he should have bacta on the scratches but had
been unable to check but it felt rather stingy still.

Sufficient
to say?

Obi-Wan
as an utter mess and when they figured out who had done this to their
Obi, they were going to pay
for hurting him.

They
couldn’t even convince him to sit up for drink!

So
it was two rather useless feeling mates who were trying their best to
soot and care, setting the painkiller each time the timer Anakin had
set went off.

Eventually
however Obi-Wan finished going through withdrawal, turning quiet and
exhausted against them as he played the little spoon of whichever
alpha ended up behind him and the big spoon of the one in front.

His
face was splotchy pink with red rimmed, puffy eyes and his lips were
chapped but he was more aware as he shifted his legs only to grimace
at the wetness between his legs. “Ugh…” Obi-Wan swallowed
heavily and whined when Anakin carefully rubbed at his somewhat sore
stomach, the remains of the heat still lingering in the aches of his
body.

After
all, Obi-Wan wasn’t young
and that had been awful.

“Obi?”
Anakin whispered hopefully, sitting up a bit in the mostly ruined
nest to peer down at the other, Padme shifting around in front of
Obi-Wan to peer at him.

Obi-Wan
licked his lips and croaked at them, too dry in the mouth and throat
for words but that didn’t matter as both perked up with smile and
Anakin quickly grabbed something out of sight. To Obi-Wan’s utter
relief it was a juice box and he grasped it with both hands when the
alpha stuck a straw in it.

Juice
in his belly, Obi-Wan looked up at the two leaning over him, his
mates, and smiled shyly at them. “Shower?”

()()()

The
shower went a long way on making him feel human, cleaning up and
getting into fresh clothes and with that came the questions.

What
was going to happen now, did Padme want Obi-Wan to come to her
apartment, did Padme like brownies just like Anakin, or was she more
of a fruit type, were the bed big enough, did they need to buy new
beds both here and at Padme’s apartment?

A
million questions as he sat in Padme’s lap after reluctantly having
given up on Anakin as the blond was making them some food since both
alphas insisted on getting some true nutrients into Obi-Wan after
five days of struggling to get Obi-Wan to even eat a mealbar or
drinking.

Finally
registering that he was blathering, Obi-Wan went mute while coloring,
drinking the tall glass of water he had been given. “Ah…
apologies. I haven’t been very clear minded and I guess I’m a
bit… sleepy still.” He cleared his throat.

Padme
just smiled adoringly at him, arms wrapped around Obi-Wan’s waist
as Anakin glanced over the isle of counters from the kitchenette into
the living room with a grin. “Honestly? We’re happy to hear you
after the week we had Obi-Wan, you were… well we’re glad to hear
you talking.” She said fondly, nuzzling at his chest lightly.

Glancing
shyly at her, Obi-Wan smiled a bit before focusing back on the glass
of water. After the week he couldn’t quite doubt them, no one
stayed with a person through a karking heat withdrawal if they didn’t
want him and all those painful doubts Obi-Wan had about his own self
worth…

They
were quiet, especially with the way Anakin had remained in the
fresher, sitting
on the toilet lid
when Obi-Wan showered, the alphas distressed
expression overwhelming any protest Obi-Wan might have as Padme
stripped the ruined bed sheets.

A
soft kiss was pressed to his cheek.

‘They
want me.’ Obi-Wan smiled happily as Anakin came out with three
plates, the third one carefully balanced up his upper left arm, all
towering with food.