Clinging onto Anakin’s shoulders as the other held onto his elbows, Obi-Wan let out a heavy breath through his nose as he struggled to remain upright on trembling legs.

‘It feels like I haven’t walked in months. It hasn’t been that long, Helix even had me up and walking daily with the IV pole…’ He breathed out against Anakin’s shoulder, slowly shifting back to put his full weight on his legs instead of on Anakin. He gave the other a bland smile, Anakin answering with a worried one in return.

But he didn’t let go of Obi-Wan, shifting around until he could wrap his arm around the others waist in a supporting motion. “So, fresher?” He murmured.

Nodding, Obi-Wan started slowly shuffling towards the fresher. “I really need a shower,” Obi-Wan murmured, the feeling of Anakin’s warmth against his side somehow soothing instead of invasive. “I feel… so filthy.” He swallowed.

He didn’t want to admit that some of that filthy feeling was most likely a purely psychological feeling but at the same time, he really did want a shower. Helix would have cleaned him up after everything went down but Obi-Wan wanted, no, needed a shower.

And Anakin must have sensed that as he continued moving to the fresher with Obi-Wan. “Do you need help in there? I mean, you’re not quite steady.” He murmured with an uneasy expression.

“Helix left a shower chair in there,” Obi-Wan assured his former padawan, chuckling faintly when Anakin relaxed. “Worried I’d knock myself out?” He teased faintly.

That gained him a small snort. “Rather worried about you cracking your head open if I’m honest.” Anakin noted in an airy tone.

Really though, Obi-Wan had been managing with Helix touching him but he wasn’t sure how he’d handle anyone else touching him intimately as he was sure Anakin was going to offer to wash his back or help him in the shower if the shower chair wasn’t there.

No, the idea of anyone actually touching him made him feel nauseous and as much as he was almost terrified of touching himself, he wanted to be clean.

Which made him glance down at his clothes. “…Could you do me a favor Anakin?” He stated softly as they paused in front of the fresher door, Anakin reaching out to tap the button to open the door.

“Hmm? Oh, yeah, course.” Anakin perked up, the two shuffling inside to the bench of the fresher.

One side was for the toilet stalls and the other had shower stalls, Obi-Wan spotting the shower chair Helix had spoken about peeking out of one of them. “Could you go fetch clean clothes from my room, sleeping clothes?” He specified, glancing up at the taller man.

Anakin paused before carefully helping Obi-Wan sit down on the bench in the minor room between the shower section and the toilet section, Obi-Wan slipping his feet out of the slippers. “You sure? I mean about being alone in here?” When Obi-Wan nodded, giving Anakin a beseeching look, the other gave in. “Okay, just let me find you a towel and I’ll head to your quarters.” He moved to the cupboard with all of the harshly cleaned towels of the ship.

But they were better than nothing.

Slowly, he started to struggle his way out of his clothes though he slowed down as uncertainty over his body crept in. He didn’t want the other to see him even without a shirt, too aware of the pudge of his stomach and what was missing.

Towel in hand, the other came back to the bench, depositing with an easy smile even as Anakin visibly dawdled before sighing and resting his hand on Obi-Wan’s shoulder. “Ten minutes Obi-Wan. I’ll be back in ten.” He promised quietly.

“Ten minutes,” Obi-Wan agreed, hesitating and then patting the bench. “But you’ll stay here when you come back, right?” He questioned quietly, looking away shamefully when Anakin’s eyes flashed with sadness.

“Yeah, I’ll sit down on the bench. Keep your clothes dry.” Anakin tried chirping, his hand lingering on Obi-Wan’s shoulder until he forced himself to go, the door hissing open for him and then closing with a quiet swish.

Finally alone for the first time in days, Obi-Wan let out a shuddering breath and continued undressing, dropping his shirt on the bench, followed by underwear and pants.

It was all medbay standard so it be going into the hamper.

Nude, the air made goosebumps rise on his skin and Obi-Wan shivered as he threw the towel over his shoulder to keep his hands free, mentally and physically preparing himself to get up.

Obi-Wan let out another shuddering breath before forcing himself to his feet. His legs trembled beneath him and for a fearful moment, Obi-Wan thought he’d all over as a woozy spell hit him.

Thankfully, he didn’t, instead he managed to slowly shuffle his way to the closest stall, grabbing onto the wall.

‘…One step at a time.’ Obi-Wan reminded himself, swallowing thickly as he slowly made his way to the shower stall with the shower chair, his legs trembling the entire way.