Opening
his mouth, Qui-Gon continued staring at the pad before slowly raising
his head to look at Yoda and then at Mace. “…Is this accurate?”
He finally rasped out, feeling
his mind spin.

A
deep sigh escaped Yoda before he nodded. “True it is, brought to
attention the healers have,” He tapped his claws on his cane. “To
the council they came, serious this is.” Yoda paused in his tapping
to peer at Qui-Gon.

The
master had nothing to say, only glanced back down at the pads as
words jumped out at him.

ADHD.

Attention
deficit hyperactivity disorder.

Below
it was a bunch of red lined symptoms.

Symptoms
that fit Qui-Gon’s brand new, if reluctantly taken on padawan.

Obi-Wan
had ADHD the healers suspected and based on the symptoms that had
been lined up, Qui-Gon agreed with their findings.

There
would of course be additional tests required to confirm it but
Qui-Gon got the confirmation from the Living Force quite easily. His
padawan had ADHD, which explained so much to him, from Obi-Wan’s
utter hyper focus on
subjects that interested him made so much sense now to his shifting and squirming around.

‘I
left him studying languages, he barely even reacted when I said
goodbye, that I was going to a meeting with the council…’ Shaking
his head, Qui-Gon moved on to the next noted point.

Emotional
hyperarousal.

Obi-Wan
was always
on, he was always passionate, always emotional, always on the move
and even when he meditated, Qui-Gon could feel the others thoughts
fluttering with their bond despite the great shields Obi-Wan had in
place to hide them.

If
it wasn’t for the bond, Qui-Gon wouldn’t have noticed it but now
it made sense, Qui-Gon now knew that Obi-Wan couldn’t turn off.

He
was always on the move, either with his mind or with his body.

‘Force,
how am I suppose to help him?’ Qui-Gon licked his lips nervously.
He didn’t even notice when his thoughts went to reluctantly
considering his padawan to wondering how to help him, didn’t notice
how he went from uncertainty about Obi-Wan and his own ability to
teach, to desperate to know how to help him as his brain
subconsciously moved Obi-Wan from just another Jedi and padawan to
someone who needed aid.

Yan
had always made comments about Qui-Gon and his needs to help strays,
be they animal or people…

Obi-Wan’s
ability to handle criticisms or rejection suddenly came sharp into
view too, it made sense why he took it so heavily and Force,
Qui-Gon would have to change how he handle guiding Obi-Wan, think
about how he formulated his words.

Shame,
depression, his self-esteem and pain, these would be prominent
emotions and Qui-Gon would have to teach this boy good habits.

And
then there was the point that not only had been red lined but had
also been put in bold by the healers.

Rejection
sensitive dysphoria.

Great
leaping Sith pawns, what had Qui-Gon done
to this boy with his rejection not once but twice,
once in the temple, the place Obi-Wan should be safe and once more on
the trip to Bandomeer.

Obi-Wan’s
ADHD made him particular sensitive to rejection, real or perceived
along with teasing or criticizing by the people considered important
in his life.

And
a potential Jedi master?

‘I
could have ruined him before I even got to know him.’ Qui-Gon
realized with some horror as he swallowed heavily, taking in the
other information about food sensitivity, fidgeting
in place, speaking too fast, displacing his things at times and being
unable to find them and losing his place with things he weren’t
interested in.

Closing
his eyes, Qui-Gon took a deep breath through his nose before opening
his eyes and focusing on the council, watching them as they were
watching him. “…What do I do for him?” He murmured, blinking
when their gazes turned from serene to approval.

Blinking,
Qui-Gon resisted the urge to cock his head.

Did
they think that he would abandon Obi-Wan now?

Now
when his fresh padawan needed him the most, to abandon his padawan
over something he couldn’t control?

‘Well,
you haven’t really given them any reason to think otherwise now,
have you?’ A wry, very Tahl like voice pointed out and Qui-Gon let
his shoulders sink a bit as he looked between the council members.

Leaning
forward, Jocasta took charge. “There are several options you can
choose to go with Master Jinn, some best in discussion with Obi-Wan
and a healer and others you must discuss with his teacher to make the
lessons… easier on him.” She murmured, eyes serious.

“The
healers will also be in contact with Obi-Wan’s current teachers,”
Ka-Adi spoke up, hands resting in a triangle as he inclined his head.
“As it will be vital for them to know and be able to adjust for
him. This is common for any Jedi discovered to have ADHD in the past,
there aren’t many members but… there are some.” He murmured.

Something
eased in Qui-Gon’s chest as he nodded, glancing at the pad with all
the symptoms and behavioral ticks of someone with ADHD could have.
Other Jedi had it, there were procedures in place, help to be given…

He
wasn’t alone about helping Obi-Wan, even if he was to be the main
support for Obi-Wan.

‘I
can do this… Force I hope I can do this.’