poor Obi

Poor butterfly wings Obi-wan… too bad he couldn’t be rescued before wing damage by hot and heroic Cody/Mace/Anakin/Quigon (any of the proceeding, ;) or combo of the proceeding or the proceeding in a combo of some kind) followed by cuddles and reassurance… Also I adore you, your writing is epic and completely fantastic.

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‘She’s taking
the outmost of pleasure in this.’ Obi-Wan thought darkly even as he
jumped with Anakin behind another fallen block of castle stone,
growling faintly under his breath as the droid missile hit not far
from where they were and Ventress cackled happily.

“She’s having
way to much fun!” Anakin spat out.

“Yes.” Obi-Wan
agreed shortly, eyes faintly narrowed as he tried to search her out
with the Force so he knew where to go once the blaster fire died down
a bit or their troopers could give cover fire at least.

“How about I make your padawan scream like I made you on Rattatak
Kenobi?!” Ventress shouted across the battlefield suddenly, her
laugh echoing wickedly. Ice stiffened Obi-Wan’s spine at first then
fire roared through his body as he clenched his hands on his saber.

He could feel Anakin’s eyes on him.

“Did you tell him how you screamed his name when I tore your pretty
wings out?” She called again and Obi-Wan’s back spasmed with
remembered phantom pain, his throat suddenly raw at the memory of
scream, the smell musky mold mixed with his blood, Alpha’s wide eyes
as he looked at the torn glittery wings on the floor, bile in the
back of Obi-Wan’s mouth, and just to many phantom aches to be
certain what really hurt.

“Poor butterfly! All ripped of his wings.” She laughed some more,
dragging Obi-Wan back despite the taste of iron in his mouth.

Had he bitten on
his own tongue?

“Obi-Wan?”
Anakin whispered, resting a hand on his shoulder, as always carefully
avoiding the middle of his back where wings had once been a part of
his anatomy.

Never where the
wings once were connected.

It never failed to
trigger a flashback.

“…I’m going
to tear her head off.” Obi-Wan whispered quietly before seemingly
shaking himself. “I mean…” He took a deep breath, letting rage
and despair off into the Force before looking at the other. “I’m
fine.”

Anakin only gave
him a long look despite the blaster shots and missiles around them.

“… I will be
fine one day.” Obi-Wan sighed.

()()()

“She said you
screamed for me.” Obi-Wan didn’t open his eyes as he continued
cleaning out the hilt, sitting cross legged by the fire still. He
felt the troopers around scatter even as Anakin sat down beside his
old master.

“Mmmn, I screamed
a lot of things when she pulled my wings out.” Obi-Wan offered back
bluntly, hoping the discomfort would cause Anakin to stop asking.

A gentle hand
brushed the back of his. “Obi-Wan…”

The older man
sighed quietly and finished up, putting the casing back together and
hooking the hilt back on his belt before looking at Anakin, meeting
the worried blues. “…Yes, I screamed your name. It was a moment
of weakness, hoping you’d somehow hear me and find me before she…
it was stupid.” He looked away.

“… I loved your
wings I have to admit. The color, the way they shone in the light, I
even miss the stupid powdery trail they left behind at times.”
Obi-Wan snorted quietly at that and Anakin grinned, taking it as a
minor victory.

Obi-Wan’s wings
had been fragile looking things, in soft shades of purple with
swirling patterns and black lines. When light shone through them, it
looked like gems were inside them as Obi-Wan lightly fluttered them
or they quivered in response to his emotions.

Sometimes they’d
drip with powder and Anakin had even tried to lick some of his finger
once, wondering if it was like powder sugar.

It had not been.

And he had never
done it again.

“…I feel like
I’m broken. Like something is… wrong with me. I dream that I’m
flying at times.” Obi-Wan whispered quietly, staring at the fire,
settling his hands on his knees. “And then I wake up and I remember
that…I will never fly on my own again. That she took it from me.”
He closed his eyes again.

Silence rose as
Anakin struggled to find the right words to comfort the other but
Obi-Wan was already speaking again.

“I can’t even
get them back. They aren’t like an arm, can’t be replicated by
cybernetic.” Obi-Wan swallowed then gave a breathy, choked laugh.
“But at least I fit the image of a general now, that’s what the
Chancellor told me.”

Anakin’s eyes
widened at that. “What? What do you mean Obi-Wan?”

“Didn’t I tell
you?” Obi-Wan swallowed, opening tired eyes to look at the other.
“He came to see me, after I returned from Rattakak. Told me that at
least I looked more intimidating without the wings… meager
comfort.” He sighed and looked back at the fire.

Feeling his jaw
drop, Anakin almost couldn’t believe Palpatine would say such a
thing.

But he knew the
other wouldn’t lie about a thing like that.

Force karking sith
spit.

Reaching out Anakin
dragged the other into his arms and held him tightly. “Obi-Wan…”

“…I want my
wings back…”

Poor butterfly wings Obi-wan… too bad he couldn’t be rescued before wing damage by hot and heroic Cody/Mace/Anakin/Quigon (any of the proceeding, ;) or combo of the proceeding or the proceeding in a combo of some kind) followed by cuddles and reassurance… Also I adore you, your writing is epic and completely fantastic.

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‘She’s taking
the outmost of pleasure in this.’ Obi-Wan thought darkly even as he
jumped with Anakin behind another fallen block of castle stone,
growling faintly under his breath as the droid missile hit not far
from where they were and Ventress cackled happily.

“She’s having
way to much fun!” Anakin spat out.

“Yes.” Obi-Wan
agreed shortly, eyes faintly narrowed as he tried to search her out
with the Force so he knew where to go once the blaster fire died down
a bit or their troopers could give cover fire at least.

“How about I make your padawan scream like I made you on Rattatak
Kenobi?!” Ventress shouted across the battlefield suddenly, her
laugh echoing wickedly. Ice stiffened Obi-Wan’s spine at first then
fire roared through his body as he clenched his hands on his saber.

He could feel Anakin’s eyes on him.

“Did you tell him how you screamed his name when I tore your pretty
wings out?” She called again and Obi-Wan’s back spasmed with
remembered phantom pain, his throat suddenly raw at the memory of
scream, the smell musky mold mixed with his blood, Alpha’s wide eyes
as he looked at the torn glittery wings on the floor, bile in the
back of Obi-Wan’s mouth, and just to many phantom aches to be
certain what really hurt.

“Poor butterfly! All ripped of his wings.” She laughed some more,
dragging Obi-Wan back despite the taste of iron in his mouth.

Had he bitten on
his own tongue?

“Obi-Wan?”
Anakin whispered, resting a hand on his shoulder, as always carefully
avoiding the middle of his back where wings had once been a part of
his anatomy.

Never where the
wings once were connected.

It never failed to
trigger a flashback.

“…I’m going
to tear her head off.” Obi-Wan whispered quietly before seemingly
shaking himself. “I mean…” He took a deep breath, letting rage
and despair off into the Force before looking at the other. “I’m
fine.”

Anakin only gave
him a long look despite the blaster shots and missiles around them.

“… I will be
fine one day.” Obi-Wan sighed.

()()()

“She said you
screamed for me.” Obi-Wan didn’t open his eyes as he continued
cleaning out the hilt, sitting cross legged by the fire still. He
felt the troopers around scatter even as Anakin sat down beside his
old master.

“Mmmn, I screamed
a lot of things when she pulled my wings out.” Obi-Wan offered back
bluntly, hoping the discomfort would cause Anakin to stop asking.

A gentle hand
brushed the back of his. “Obi-Wan…”

The older man
sighed quietly and finished up, putting the casing back together and
hooking the hilt back on his belt before looking at Anakin, meeting
the worried blues. “…Yes, I screamed your name. It was a moment
of weakness, hoping you’d somehow hear me and find me before she…
it was stupid.” He looked away.

“… I loved your
wings I have to admit. The color, the way they shone in the light, I
even miss the stupid powdery trail they left behind at times.”
Obi-Wan snorted quietly at that and Anakin grinned, taking it as a
minor victory.

Obi-Wan’s wings
had been fragile looking things, in soft shades of purple with
swirling patterns and black lines. When light shone through them, it
looked like gems were inside them as Obi-Wan lightly fluttered them
or they quivered in response to his emotions.

Sometimes they’d
drip with powder and Anakin had even tried to lick some of his finger
once, wondering if it was like powder sugar.

It had not been.

And he had never
done it again.

“…I feel like
I’m broken. Like something is… wrong with me. I dream that I’m
flying at times.” Obi-Wan whispered quietly, staring at the fire,
settling his hands on his knees. “And then I wake up and I remember
that…I will never fly on my own again. That she took it from me.”
He closed his eyes again.

Silence rose as
Anakin struggled to find the right words to comfort the other but
Obi-Wan was already speaking again.

“I can’t even
get them back. They aren’t like an arm, can’t be replicated by
cybernetic.” Obi-Wan swallowed then gave a breathy, choked laugh.
“But at least I fit the image of a general now, that’s what the
Chancellor told me.”

Anakin’s eyes
widened at that. “What? What do you mean Obi-Wan?”

“Didn’t I tell
you?” Obi-Wan swallowed, opening tired eyes to look at the other.
“He came to see me, after I returned from Rattakak. Told me that at
least I looked more intimidating without the wings… meager
comfort.” He sighed and looked back at the fire.

Feeling his jaw
drop, Anakin almost couldn’t believe Palpatine would say such a
thing.

But he knew the
other wouldn’t lie about a thing like that.

Force karking sith
spit.

Reaching out Anakin
dragged the other into his arms and held him tightly. “Obi-Wan…”

“…I want my
wings back…”

Based on the fanart you rebloged: «how long do you think he stayed by Qui-gon’s side?»

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He has a duty, a duty as the Jedi sent
to Naboo, to see to the Queen and to make sure that there has been a
surrender of the invading force from the Trade Federation.

And yet…

He can’t move, can’t let the
cooling body in his arms go, can barely breath.

How can he when the most important
person in his Galaxy is gone forever?

‘Its not fair, its not fair, he’s
not even…he’s barely sixty.’ Obi-Wan pressed his face to the
long hair where silver was dominating the brown and had for a long
time, smelling sweat and the soap Qui-Gon preferred with the
slightest tang of sapir tea.

And now Obi-Wan was to be alone?

Have a padawan he knew the council did
not approve off?

He’d be utterly alone in that.

He’d have to raise a padawan utterly
alone, and a fragile padawan at that, a former slave with so much
trouble.

How was Obi-Wan alone suppose to do
that?

He wanted to scream, wanted to demand
of Qui-Gon why he had made Obi-Wan promise with his last breath,
wanted to beg for help, wanted so many things.

But it was all to late and Obi-Wan
would have no where to turn to for the comfort and the support he
needed.

“You…utter asshole.” He
whispered, hands clenched tight into the fabric of the others tunic.
“How could you…” He hiccuped a bit.

Was he crying?

Force he needed to wipe his face.

“Jedi Master Jinn? Jedi Kenobi?”

That voice…

Panaka.

Obi-Wan swallowed and then slowly
lifted his head, hearing a sharp breath be taken as the captain
finally saw the truth of the situation.

There was a small click of a comm.
“This is captain Panaka, we need a stretcher down in the power
plant, my location asap… Jedi Kenobi is there an-”

“He’s dead. There’s nothing to be
done.” The words felt like a final bells ring.

And just like that the ground opened up
below Obi-Wan, pulling him into a darkness he hadn’t experience
since he was a teenager.

Panaka slowly knelt down beside him and
Obi-Wan felt numb to react even as the man brushed his hand against
Qui-Gon’s hand.

‘Body temp check…’ Something
whispered in Obi-Wan’s mind.

“…Have you been here the entire
time?” Panaka asked gently.

‘The entire time?’ Obi-Wan blinked
a bit then nodded slowly before making a low noise when Panaka
touched his shoulder.

“Je…Obi-Wan… he’s cool to
touch…that’s… you’ve been here for close to five hours.”
The man continued gently before slowly making Obi-Wan lower Qui-Gon
to the floor, the Jedi making a noise like a wounded dog. “Its
alright, its alright…” Panakin pulled Obi-Wan’s head to his
shoulder, as if he was one of the mans recruits.

‘No its not, it will never be alright
again…’ Obi-Wan hiccuped even as the dark skinned man pulled him
in even closer and rubbed his back slowly.

How could anything ever be right again
now that Qui-Gon was gone?

‘It seems I’m still just a twelve
year old Initiate no one wanted…’

Based on the fanart you rebloged: «how long do you think he stayed by Qui-gon’s side?»

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He has a duty, a duty as the Jedi sent
to Naboo, to see to the Queen and to make sure that there has been a
surrender of the invading force from the Trade Federation.

And yet…

He can’t move, can’t let the
cooling body in his arms go, can barely breath.

How can he when the most important
person in his Galaxy is gone forever?

‘Its not fair, its not fair, he’s
not even…he’s barely sixty.’ Obi-Wan pressed his face to the
long hair where silver was dominating the brown and had for a long
time, smelling sweat and the soap Qui-Gon preferred with the
slightest tang of sapir tea.

And now Obi-Wan was to be alone?

Have a padawan he knew the council did
not approve off?

He’d be utterly alone in that.

He’d have to raise a padawan utterly
alone, and a fragile padawan at that, a former slave with so much
trouble.

How was Obi-Wan alone suppose to do
that?

He wanted to scream, wanted to demand
of Qui-Gon why he had made Obi-Wan promise with his last breath,
wanted to beg for help, wanted so many things.

But it was all to late and Obi-Wan
would have no where to turn to for the comfort and the support he
needed.

“You…utter asshole.” He
whispered, hands clenched tight into the fabric of the others tunic.
“How could you…” He hiccuped a bit.

Was he crying?

Force he needed to wipe his face.

“Jedi Master Jinn? Jedi Kenobi?”

That voice…

Panaka.

Obi-Wan swallowed and then slowly
lifted his head, hearing a sharp breath be taken as the captain
finally saw the truth of the situation.

There was a small click of a comm.
“This is captain Panaka, we need a stretcher down in the power
plant, my location asap… Jedi Kenobi is there an-”

“He’s dead. There’s nothing to be
done.” The words felt like a final bells ring.

And just like that the ground opened up
below Obi-Wan, pulling him into a darkness he hadn’t experience
since he was a teenager.

Panaka slowly knelt down beside him and
Obi-Wan felt numb to react even as the man brushed his hand against
Qui-Gon’s hand.

‘Body temp check…’ Something
whispered in Obi-Wan’s mind.

“…Have you been here the entire
time?” Panaka asked gently.

‘The entire time?’ Obi-Wan blinked
a bit then nodded slowly before making a low noise when Panaka
touched his shoulder.

“Je…Obi-Wan… he’s cool to
touch…that’s… you’ve been here for close to five hours.”
The man continued gently before slowly making Obi-Wan lower Qui-Gon
to the floor, the Jedi making a noise like a wounded dog. “Its
alright, its alright…” Panakin pulled Obi-Wan’s head to his
shoulder, as if he was one of the mans recruits.

‘No its not, it will never be alright
again…’ Obi-Wan hiccuped even as the dark skinned man pulled him
in even closer and rubbed his back slowly.

How could anything ever be right again
now that Qui-Gon was gone?

‘It seems I’m still just a twelve
year old Initiate no one wanted…’

PLEASE!! May Brightindarkness continue Yoda “And cared for you shall be.” with «»Rise Knight Kenobi, tested you have been, harder than expected, or normal.» And then Obi Wan goes STRAIGHT TO MEDICAL, THE POOR BABY!! And lots of visits and admiration from his fans/friends. Some fluff for poor Obi Wan, before the next installment of angst? Please??

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“You could get a prosthetic one.”
Obi-Wan looked up from where the healer was examining the stump,
peering at Skywalker before tilting his head when he saw the man was
looking at the stump too.

“Arm you mean? A cybernetic?” He
questioned lightly.

“Yeah. I got one, its pretty decent
after I tinkered with it and if I wanted I could have it covered with
derma.” The blond shrugged.

Obi-Wan gave a low hum. “Now that
would be another way to disappoint Yan.” He chuckled a bit before
closing his eye when the healer turned to the scarring of his face,
holding his breath for a few moments before relaxing when the
expected pain did not come.

And then Skywalker let out a low hiss.
“Your ear…”

Watching the blond with one eye while
keeping the other shut as the healer tended to the left side of his
face, Obi-Wan raised his right eyebrow.

The Jedi did a helpless gesture. “It
just…it must hurt. Does it?”

“Surprisingly less with the bacta and
Jedi healing.” Obi-Wan quipped.

“It could be corrected.” The healer
offered. “Your ear that is, the lobe and shell could be
reconstructed to ease some discomfort.” She added.

“Its something to consider at least.”
Obi-Wan hummed. “I don’t remember you giving me a painkiller but
as I told Knight Skywalker, it hurts less.”

“Force Healing.” She offered,
smiling faintly before frowning. “But I can give you a low level
painkiller to take the edge off properly. The bacta is doing some of
the job but once it wears off, you will be back in pain.”

“I’ve been in pain for the last
month, I’d rather accept not being in pain now if I can.”

She made a low noise and looked to the
droid in the room. “KP-0, low level painkiller with a slow working
rotation to last throughout the day please.”

“Yes Healer Mira.” The droid
responded pleasantly.

Obi-Wan sat still for all of it, even
when the droid gave him a hypo shot in the right side of his neck.

“Now, are you comfortable with Knight
Skywalker staying or would you like for him to step out of the room?”
The healer questioned.

Obi-Wan just shrugged. “I don’t
care, its fine by me if he stays.”

She nodded and Anakin frowned in
confusion as to the why she was even as-oh!

The healer was gently undoing Obi-Wan’s
shirt, unbuttoning it as Anakin wondered how Obi-Wan had even gotten
dressed to begin with.

“Do you want to keep this shirt or
would you like a new one from the Jedi storage? Its very worn.”

“You can throw it away, I haven’t
been able to change since I escaped from Serenno anyhow, it might
stand up on its own if you let it.” Obi-Wan teased, shrugging out
of the shirt once she had it open. “Its a good thing protocol
droids are able to do more then just one thing and sonic showers work
on clothes.” He chuckled then grunted a bit when she touched the
scarring of his shoulder and arm.

Anakin hissed as he got a good view of
it, from Obi-Wan’s left hip, up his side and about an inch inwards
on both his back and chest, his entire arm, up his shoulder, up his
neck and to his hairline, Obi-Wan was covered in a deep red burn
scar.

“Did…Did Dooku do that to you?”
He questioned, feeling a bit queasy at the idea of someones master
doing that to their padawan. Force knew he’d never hurt Ahsoka.

“Oh no, he’d never dirty his hands
like that.” Obi-Wan laughed faintly. “He had a droid do it.”

Healer Mira glanced at him then
continued working on the scars. “We could surgically implement some
eyelashes on your left eyelid, whatever the droid did has obviously
melted the lashes of your eye.”

“Really? Well that sounds good, I’ve
been having some problems.” Obi-Wan hummed.

“There is also the possibility of
skin grafting. I want you to think about it though, we may be able to
improve some of your condition through a dip in bacta instead of an
outright surgery.” She added and Force, Anakin was starting to feel
really sorry for the other man.

That was a lot of problems for one
person and it was all caused by someone who was suppose to care for
Kenobi.

There was a knock on the door and all
three of them looked to it before the Healer turned to Obi-Wan.

“I don’t mind if anyone sees me.
Its just Jinn anyhow.” He shrugged and Anakin blinked.

“How do you…”

That just got a smirk out of Obi-Wan as
the Mira opened the door and let the Councilor into the treatment
room.

Jinn nodded to her and then took a
double take at Kenobi. “Did Yan do that?” He rasped, face
shocked.

“As I told knight Skywalker, Yan
would not dirty his hands like that. He had a droid do it.” Obi-Wan
shrugged then turned back to the healer when she returned to healing
and adding bacta. “Now may I ask what you want Master Jinn?”

“I…The council has found you an
available room here in the temple near the knights dorms. I
assumed…” Qui-Gon cleared his throat.

“Ah you thought I was done and came
to give me my assigned sleeping spot.” Obi-Wan chuckled quietly.

“… Yes. I apologize.”

Obi-Wan just hummed and closed his eye
again when Mira started on his eyelid.

“Perhaps you could do another thing
while I work then Master Jinn.” She offered up.

“Of course Healer.”

“Ser Kenobi here needs clothes. He
looks like he is a standard size M. He needs a full set of clothes
except for boots.”

“I’m a size L in tunics.” Obi-Wan
countered. “My shoulders are broader then you think.”

“L in tunic size then.” She
amended.

“I can find that yes.” Qui-Gon
looked at Obi-Wan. “Full set? Underwear, socks, leggings and
shirt?”

“Yes.” Obi-Wan shrugged a bit.

He and Anakin watched Qui-Gon leave,
Mira busy working on Obi-Wan’s scars before the redhead relaxed
slowly, feeling faintly drowsy.

“And since I’m sure that Ser Kenobi
will not be any danger to me, perhaps you will go gather an easy meal
from the commissary Knight Skywalker?” Mira hummed.

“Of course healer. Porridge with
fruit, would that be good?”

“I like fruits.” Obi-Wan mumbled,
wishing he could lay down.

The blond shot him a worried look and
then slid out.

“If you want to lay down, I can work
while you lay and rest.” Mira offered softly and Obi-Wan gave her a
long look from his right eye before nodding and laying down on the
examination bed, he was asleep before he even knew it, adrenaline,
the lack of pain and plain exhaustion sending him into dreamland.

PLEASE!! May Brightindarkness continue Yoda “And cared for you shall be.” with «»Rise Knight Kenobi, tested you have been, harder than expected, or normal.» And then Obi Wan goes STRAIGHT TO MEDICAL, THE POOR BABY!! And lots of visits and admiration from his fans/friends. Some fluff for poor Obi Wan, before the next installment of angst? Please??

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“You could get a prosthetic one.”
Obi-Wan looked up from where the healer was examining the stump,
peering at Skywalker before tilting his head when he saw the man was
looking at the stump too.

“Arm you mean? A cybernetic?” He
questioned lightly.

“Yeah. I got one, its pretty decent
after I tinkered with it and if I wanted I could have it covered with
derma.” The blond shrugged.

Obi-Wan gave a low hum. “Now that
would be another way to disappoint Yan.” He chuckled a bit before
closing his eye when the healer turned to the scarring of his face,
holding his breath for a few moments before relaxing when the
expected pain did not come.

And then Skywalker let out a low hiss.
“Your ear…”

Watching the blond with one eye while
keeping the other shut as the healer tended to the left side of his
face, Obi-Wan raised his right eyebrow.

The Jedi did a helpless gesture. “It
just…it must hurt. Does it?”

“Surprisingly less with the bacta and
Jedi healing.” Obi-Wan quipped.

“It could be corrected.” The healer
offered. “Your ear that is, the lobe and shell could be
reconstructed to ease some discomfort.” She added.

“Its something to consider at least.”
Obi-Wan hummed. “I don’t remember you giving me a painkiller but
as I told Knight Skywalker, it hurts less.”

“Force Healing.” She offered,
smiling faintly before frowning. “But I can give you a low level
painkiller to take the edge off properly. The bacta is doing some of
the job but once it wears off, you will be back in pain.”

“I’ve been in pain for the last
month, I’d rather accept not being in pain now if I can.”

She made a low noise and looked to the
droid in the room. “KP-0, low level painkiller with a slow working
rotation to last throughout the day please.”

“Yes Healer Mira.” The droid
responded pleasantly.

Obi-Wan sat still for all of it, even
when the droid gave him a hypo shot in the right side of his neck.

“Now, are you comfortable with Knight
Skywalker staying or would you like for him to step out of the room?”
The healer questioned.

Obi-Wan just shrugged. “I don’t
care, its fine by me if he stays.”

She nodded and Anakin frowned in
confusion as to the why she was even as-oh!

The healer was gently undoing Obi-Wan’s
shirt, unbuttoning it as Anakin wondered how Obi-Wan had even gotten
dressed to begin with.

“Do you want to keep this shirt or
would you like a new one from the Jedi storage? Its very worn.”

“You can throw it away, I haven’t
been able to change since I escaped from Serenno anyhow, it might
stand up on its own if you let it.” Obi-Wan teased, shrugging out
of the shirt once she had it open. “Its a good thing protocol
droids are able to do more then just one thing and sonic showers work
on clothes.” He chuckled then grunted a bit when she touched the
scarring of his shoulder and arm.

Anakin hissed as he got a good view of
it, from Obi-Wan’s left hip, up his side and about an inch inwards
on both his back and chest, his entire arm, up his shoulder, up his
neck and to his hairline, Obi-Wan was covered in a deep red burn
scar.

“Did…Did Dooku do that to you?”
He questioned, feeling a bit queasy at the idea of someones master
doing that to their padawan. Force knew he’d never hurt Ahsoka.

“Oh no, he’d never dirty his hands
like that.” Obi-Wan laughed faintly. “He had a droid do it.”

Healer Mira glanced at him then
continued working on the scars. “We could surgically implement some
eyelashes on your left eyelid, whatever the droid did has obviously
melted the lashes of your eye.”

“Really? Well that sounds good, I’ve
been having some problems.” Obi-Wan hummed.

“There is also the possibility of
skin grafting. I want you to think about it though, we may be able to
improve some of your condition through a dip in bacta instead of an
outright surgery.” She added and Force, Anakin was starting to feel
really sorry for the other man.

That was a lot of problems for one
person and it was all caused by someone who was suppose to care for
Kenobi.

There was a knock on the door and all
three of them looked to it before the Healer turned to Obi-Wan.

“I don’t mind if anyone sees me.
Its just Jinn anyhow.” He shrugged and Anakin blinked.

“How do you…”

That just got a smirk out of Obi-Wan as
the Mira opened the door and let the Councilor into the treatment
room.

Jinn nodded to her and then took a
double take at Kenobi. “Did Yan do that?” He rasped, face
shocked.

“As I told knight Skywalker, Yan
would not dirty his hands like that. He had a droid do it.” Obi-Wan
shrugged then turned back to the healer when she returned to healing
and adding bacta. “Now may I ask what you want Master Jinn?”

“I…The council has found you an
available room here in the temple near the knights dorms. I
assumed…” Qui-Gon cleared his throat.

“Ah you thought I was done and came
to give me my assigned sleeping spot.” Obi-Wan chuckled quietly.

“… Yes. I apologize.”

Obi-Wan just hummed and closed his eye
again when Mira started on his eyelid.

“Perhaps you could do another thing
while I work then Master Jinn.” She offered up.

“Of course Healer.”

“Ser Kenobi here needs clothes. He
looks like he is a standard size M. He needs a full set of clothes
except for boots.”

“I’m a size L in tunics.” Obi-Wan
countered. “My shoulders are broader then you think.”

“L in tunic size then.” She
amended.

“I can find that yes.” Qui-Gon
looked at Obi-Wan. “Full set? Underwear, socks, leggings and
shirt?”

“Yes.” Obi-Wan shrugged a bit.

He and Anakin watched Qui-Gon leave,
Mira busy working on Obi-Wan’s scars before the redhead relaxed
slowly, feeling faintly drowsy.

“And since I’m sure that Ser Kenobi
will not be any danger to me, perhaps you will go gather an easy meal
from the commissary Knight Skywalker?” Mira hummed.

“Of course healer. Porridge with
fruit, would that be good?”

“I like fruits.” Obi-Wan mumbled,
wishing he could lay down.

The blond shot him a worried look and
then slid out.

“If you want to lay down, I can work
while you lay and rest.” Mira offered softly and Obi-Wan gave her a
long look from his right eye before nodding and laying down on the
examination bed, he was asleep before he even knew it, adrenaline,
the lack of pain and plain exhaustion sending him into dreamland.