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Dangerousgalaxy is Obi-Wan okay?

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Tucking the blanket around himself as he stuck his feet into his slippers, Obi-Wan glanced around his room before carefully getting up. The last few days had not been the best and while unfortunate an unfamiliar it was still uncomfortable to learn that he had contracted chlamydia from the latest stint at the Senate.

‘Thankfully it takes me off the list for a good two week as I recover and take my antibiotic.’ Obi-Wan mused tiredly and a tad guilty as he padded out into the living room, smiling slightly as he took note of Anakin making breakfast while quietly chatting with Ahsoka. “Good morning.” He called out.

Both jumped a tad before smiling in return, though Anakin flickered his eyes searchingly over Obi-Wan for a moment. “Good morning master, how are you feeling?” He questioned, flipping on the water boiler since he was right beside it.

Sitting slowly down at the kitchen table, reaching out to rub Ahsoka’s monterals affectionately, Obi-Wan let out a small hum. “Tad achy.” He confessed quietly. He had long ago learned that lying bold faced to Anakin was a bad idea when it came to any STD’s he picked up.

It generally came back to bite him as Anakin always figured it out.

Anakin frowned but nodded with understanding. “Lets eat and then you can take your medication.” He murmured, turning to turning the flatcakes he was making.

Smiling wryly, Obi-Wan nodded, despite not Anakin looking at him anymore and gave Ahsoka another head rub. Then he got up and moved to make his tea, holding the blanket closed around him to keep warm.

Antibiotic always had a tendency to leave him feeling cold, something about his particular biology the healers said.

As he prepared his tea pot and strainer then poured the water in, Obi-Wan couldn’t help but wonder what Cody was doing.

Every Jedi knew that something was up, the troopers, subtle as most of them were or at least the high ranking ones, had tells that their Jedi could tell.

Everyone, from Mace Windu, to Aayla Secura, could report that something was going on and there were a few common themes. One was that they were all reporting to Cody, two was that it involved the Jedi order and three… the Senate.

The GAR was doing something about the Senate.

Normally, the Jedi would have taken care of that, a threat to democracy and to justice but…

These were their troopers and it was the Senate.

The Senate that regularly abused them, flaunted rules that normally would have gotten them jailed but that they got away with because it was the Jedi order they were doing it towards. Had they been anyone else…

The public outrage would have been tremendous.

But all the Senate really would have to do was to flaunt the old law and go ‘well, they are in servitude to the Republic, how can we not use their services when they’re there.’

Or well, that was what many Jedi feared would happen.

If they spoke up about the treatment happening on Coruscant by Senators… would the rest of the galaxy and even the very people on Coruscant simply… not care.

Just brush it away as so many injustices that happened.

After all, the Jedi weren’t that special.

The people might just decide that as long as they couldn’t see it, it didn’t matter to them and simply keep it to malicious gossip. It was one of the worries of the Order.

Some places didn’t give them even a mediocre of respect, which made negotiations difficult but if they lost even that small silver provided by being ‘warriors’ instead of a monastic order…

“…Obi-Wan, your tea,” A soft voice interrupted his flow of thought, Obi-Wan jerking a bit too, blinking at Anakin as the other peered back at him. “Its been two and a half minute.” The blond clarified carefully, giving him a small smile.

“Oh, thank you Anakin, I was lost in thought.” Obi-Wan smiled back, lifting the strainer out of the pot and putting the lid on.

Giving him a knowing look, Anakin didn’t say anything and simply placed a bowl of bacon down closest to Ahsoka, the flatcakes placed in the middle of the table. Instantly, with a happy noise, the togruta dug into the food, wiggling eagerly.

It made bot holder Jedi smile.

At the very least Ahsoka had a good appetite and they’d best feed her as much as they could while on planet.

Setting his pot down on the table, Obi-Wan collected a banana to slice onto his flatcake, knowing he needed the nutrients.

Bacon was too greasy for him anyhow, he wasn’t a savory and sweet kind, enjoyed them separated if he was honest but at least Anakin looked to be having fun as he added jam and bacon to his own and Ahsoka…

Oh dear, maybe they should have her visit the medics.

Obi-Wan felt his brows rise as she piled a steady amount of bacon higher and higher on her flatcake before folding and wrapping it, grinning almost evilly before taking a big bite out of it, giving both Anakin and Obi-Wan a wide eyed, but happy look over it.

Snorting, Obi-Wan poured himself a cup of his tea, chuckling as Anakin crooned about not being the only one with bad eating habits and Ahsoka trying to kick him under the table.

A small smile curled Obi-Wan’s lips as he watched them. ‘…It would be nice if… every morning could be like this…’ Obi-Wan thought wistfully, bringing his cup to his lips. ‘It would be nice if… if we were safe…’ He glanced to the window of the kitchen, the Rotunda large and ominous in the distance.

For secretwecarry, what does Helix think of this? Could we get his POV, him just bring so angry that it got to this point and so protective of his general who is so fragile right now?

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The General looks like he’s been slapped, staring at Helix with wide eyes and Helix is grateful that Kix has elected to enter the medbay office, to give the privacy.

General Skywalker was right, Obi-Wan had no idea he was pregnant and the ramification of it was hitting him hard from the sights of it, Helix itching to sedate the man.

But Obi-Wan spiraled too rapidly for him to even move, somehow going even paler, his eyes growing glassy yet his pupils growing huge as his breathing was speeding up before he turned over the side of the bed with no one on and throwing up the meager contents of his stomach, consisting mostly of bile from the sight and smell of it.

Everyone jumped at it but Helix simply cursed and shoved Cody out of the way, waiting for the General to be done before pulling him back and checking on the eyes of the trembling Jedi. “Little gods,” He hissed before grabbing the controls of the bed, raising the back of the bed so Obi-Wan rose a bit up “He’s having a mental breakdown, General Skywalker, can yo-”

The blond reached out before Helix finished his words, putting his hand to Kenobi’s temple. “Relax.” The command was almost enough to put Helix under by proximity, only stubborn will keeping him from succumbing at all as Obi-Wan eyes slipped shut reluctantly, the other dropping back into the pillow with bile hanging onto his lip and chin, shiny and rancid smelling as the puddle beside the bed.

Helix shook himself, cursing quietly as he sat down on the bedside and reached for the flannel on the nightstand beside the bed he had been using to clean Obi-Wan’s face for blood earlier, gently cleaning the bile off the other’s face.

Obi-Wan was still trembling and his pulse was a rapid thrum but other than that, the signs of his shock had diminished. “That’s it General, easy, breath, you’re alright.” Helix coaxed gently, ignoring Cody moving to get a cleaning droid to work on the puddle.

He also ignored Skywalker having moved back to the foot of the bed, hovering like a vulture with wide, blue eyes.

Right now he had a priority patient to get to calm down and assess.

Because frankly, Obi-Wan’s reaction was a lot more troubling with the information Helix as a medic had.

Because Helix was fully aware that when General Kenobi returned to them, his hair shorter than most shiny’s and his face just a scruff of copper, he also came back with antibiotics for syphilis and medications to deal with the side effects the antibiotics would cause him.

He had his suspicions from the get go and as a medic, he would never show anyone out of his medbay.

So he had gone about it as carefully as he could, ensuring that his General got the doses set daily.

And thank all little gods that the antibiotics hadn’t been taken orally, because if it was, then Helix would most likely have to be concerned about Obi-Wan’s stomach lining too even more than he already was.

Old school antibiotics could cause several worrisome side effects his General did not need added on top of all the other stuff.

Setting the flannel away, Helix instead reached up and gently thumbed the General’s temple, his palm cupping half of the others cheek. “General, can you open your eyes for me?” He stated quietly, smiling what he hoped was a kind smile when the General did, staring up at him with glassy eyes. “Good, good. You understand me right?”

Obi-Wan nodded slightly, awareness in his eyes despite how glassy they were.

That was good too, he was worried, he had a nasty little fit and Helix… well, he needed to ask some frank questions. “Good,” He praised again before taking a deep breath as his Jedi continued to peer blearily up at him. “General, I’m sorry but I’m going to have to ask some very frank questions, they’ll be yes or no but they will be invasive and I apologize but you need to answer me.” He continued, keeping his voice soft and steady.

A bit of wariness entered Obi-Wan’s eyes but he gave another nod and Helix didn’t allow him to look anywhere but at the medic.

No where but at his smiling medic with his hand on his cheek. “Very good General. You haven’t had sex, have you?” Slowly, Obi-Wan shook his head and Helix felt his heart sink. He had so hoped that the answer would be positive, that the General just had an indiscretion. He was only mortal after all, people made mistakes.

The medbay seemed so stifling suddenly, as if it was anticipating Helix next question.

He didn’t want to ask.

He hadn’t even when he saw the prescription and Obi-Wan’s wary eyes.

He had just done his duty as the medic, smiling gently at Obi-Wan and watched the Jedi relax.

Now he had to do more. “But you were raped, weren’t you General?” He asked softly, steady. He ignored General Skywalker little hiccup, the way his mech hand was bending the metal of the foot end rail of the bed.

He ignored the sound of plastoid armor rubbing against plastoid as Cody clenched his hands on his vambraces.

He kept his focus on his General.

The General that was currently hesitating, Obi-Wan staring up at him, the man that would most likely not be telling him any of this had he been at full health and rationality.

Slowly, he nodded and the air felt like it had left the medbay, Obi-Wan so tired looking as his eyes watered. Helix nodded too, stroking his temple slowly with his thumb. “Late in the undercover mission?” He asked.

A small head shake, eyes not moving from Helix.

“…Early in it… the prison?” Helix mouth felt so dry and he started praying that a vode hadn’t… that Obi-Wan hadn’t been violated by a vode.

Another nod and Obi-Wan closed his eyes tightly, shaking still and Helix breathed out.

He wouldn’t get more from the General and for now, he had more than enough news as he murmured softly in mando’a, stroking the others temple as he ignored the other two inhabitants of the medbay.