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I am back from the dead. Errr.... Well, back from my lurker-mode, at any rate. I blame writer's block.
Well, I've actually had the first (and thus far, only) chapter of this story gathering dust on the shelf of FF.net for quite some time, but never bothered to post it here. Now that I'm mostly done with the second chapter (which is taking forever to write, unfortunately.) I have deided to post it here, to see what y'al think. Hope you enjoy it! 
A/N: Well, I'll just say this: I have been watching waaaay to many mystery diagnosis/diagnosis X shows.
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Obi-Wan winced as he put a hand to his head. A sharp pain laced through his skull as he knelt to meditate. But, as quick as lightning, the pain left again. The teenager sighed. Perhaps it was the change in weather affecting him. Dismissing the very brief headache, Obi-Wan closed his eyes in meditation.
But, little did the padawan know, that this was not going to be the last bout of seemingly random headaches.
One week later...
As the stars twinkled brightly over Coruscant, the Jedi temple was quiet and at peace. And in the Jinn/Kenobi residence, master and apprentice were silently devoting their evening to their respective duties. But, with timely accuracy, Obi-Wan rose from his place on the couch with a yawn, switching off the data-pad he had been studying with a flick of his fingers. He stretched briefly, and sleepily shuffled over to his master.
“G'night, Master.” He said, his voice a tad hoarse. He leaned over awkwardly to hug his master, who was still seated in a lounge chair. Qui-Gon chuckled, and returned the embrace, patting Obi-Wan firmly on the back.
“Goodnight, young one. Get a good night's rest.” He said, himself looking not too far from sleep.
“Yed, Mader...” Obi-Wan spoke through a yawn. As he quietly strolled into his room, Qui-Gon's deep, melodious laugh carried after him. It brought a smile to Obi-Wan's face. With yet another yawn, this one a bit deeper than those before, Obi-Wan changed into his sleep clothes, and removed his boots. Ah, how good the carpet felt on his feet! His window was open, and the coolness of the night had seeped into his room, leaving a pleasant, dewy feeling on the thick carpet. He took a deep breath with closed eyes. Night had a feeling all its own. Peaceful, serene, and, Obi-Wan considered, almost magical. Silently, he made his way toward his window.
Surprisingly, only a few lights could be seen from this point – probably because his window faced a particular part of the Coruscant horizon that was largely occupied by industrial buildings, which did not use as much outward-aimed light as some of the buildings. All the same, Obi-Wan knelt by the window, under the spell of the cool night breeze. It was so peaceful. So perfect. The perfect time for meditation, he thought. Dazedly he closed his eyes and reached out for the Force.
Sudden, bright, fiery pain lashed through his head. Whips of mental fire licked at his brain and lightning struck at his skull. Obi-Wan's eyes snapped open, a grimace shooting across his shocked features. Quickly, he snapped his shields up. No need for Qui-Gon to worry about him. He waited for a few moments with nothing but silence around him. When Qui-Gon did not come into the room, or contact him otherwise, Obi-Wan let out a breath that he hadn't been aware that he'd been holding.
What in the name of the Force was that? Obi-Wan was coiling from the pain. Whatever it was, he didn't want to experience it again. He touched his forehead gingerly, remembering the time, now about a week past, when he had experienced a similar headache. But that had not been anywhere near this scale. It still begged the question – what was that?
Before the padawan had time to come to any conclusion, something else happened. With only a brief warning, images began to flash across his eyes. Obi-Wan suddenly found himself watching two figures in the training salle – himself and his master.
“Focus, padawan. You've lost your concentration.” Qui-Gon said.
“Yes, Master.” Obi-Wan replied obediently.
“One more round – then we'll meditate, hmm?” Qui-Gon bargained good-heartedly. Obi-Wan stiffly nodded his sweaty head.
Low-powered lightsabers activated...
Just as suddenly, Obi-Wan Found himself back in his own room. For a moment, he stood as still as a statue. It was final, he really needed rest. First unexplained headaches, and then visions. With some caution as to not knock around his head, Obi-Wan clambered into bed. He had visions often; in fact, his precognition sense was much stronger than some knights, even, but he could usually tell when a vision was coming. His lack of control over this particular one made the padawan slightly nervous. With a heavy sigh, he let his head fall back against his pillow. Hopefully, this would clear up in due time.
When he woke, Obi-Wan realized with a strange sensation that it was light outside. Normally, Qui-Gon would wake him before dawn to start the day. Apparently, for some unknown reason, the master had let him sleep in. With a confused furrow set in his brow, Obi-Wan rose up form his bed, only to be seized by a spinning, blurred world. After a moment or two of deep confusion, his vision returned to normal, and his surroundings stabilized. He shook himself out of it. A head-rush, he supposed.
After bathing and dressing, Obi-Wan walked into the kitchen, to grab a bite to eat. Posted to one of the small cabinets was a flimsy note:
Obi-Wan,
I tried to wake you this morning, but you wouldn't move. I suppose you needed more rest than I thought. I went on down to the training salle. Come down when you're up, and we'll make up for your late start with a good spar.
Don't forget to get a canteen of water.
-Qui-Gon
Obi-Wan frowned. Qui-Gon had tried to wake him up? That was strange. Normally, even if he didn't wake up, Obi-Wan would have remembered something like that. The memory would be vague, yes, but it would still be there. Wanting to waste no time, Obi-Wan shook off his worries, grabbed a bottle of water, and headed down to the salle.
When he arrived, he wasn't surprised to find his master warming up with advanced katas. Obi-Wan smiled with a small pinch of pride when he caught several open-mouthed initiates staring at his master in awe. Obi-Wan made his way over to Qui-Gon, whose eyes were closed, and waited for him to acknowledge his presence. Qui-Gon finished the kata, and deactivated his lightsaber. He opened his eyes to look on Obi-Wan.
“A bit of a late morning, I'd say. Did you sleep well?”
Obi-Wan bit his lip. He wasn't sure if his master was trying to make him feel guilty, or if he was being serious. He let out a light sigh as he bowed his head. “I'm sorry, Master. I... I honestly don't remember you trying to wake me up at all. It won't happen again.”
Qui-Gon smiled calmly. “Obi-Wan, I'm not mad at you. One fault in such a trivial event as when a padawan is to rise is quite acceptable.” The man walked over to Obi-Wan, who still looked a bit downcast. “ I wouldn't want to risk your health for your training.” He chuckled. “And knowing your appetite,” Qui-Gon ran a hand through Obi-Wan's ginger hair. “You're probably growing again.” With a sigh, Qui-Gon took his lightsaber back out. “But now, we'll warm up. And a late start deserves something more energetic, I believe.” With that, Qui-Gon began to instruct Obi-Wan in sets of katas.
After that, the two engaged in several spars, most of which were very short. Just as Qui-Gon had said, they was much more fierce than normal. Obi-Wan struggled to keep up with the elder man. Mentally, he berated himself. Normally he would be fine, but already, only about two minutes into the third fight, and he was panting for breath. Quickly, Obi-Wan found Qui-Gon's lightsaber at his throat, signaling the end of the fight. That would be his third loss. Both Jedi deactivated their lightsabers. Obi-Wan took a sip from his water.
“Focus, Padawan. You've lost your concentration.” Qui-Gon said.
“Yes, Master.” Obi-Wan replied obediently. For some reason, this seemed familiar...
“One more round – then we'll meditate, hmm?” Qui-Gon bargained good-heartedly. Obi-Wan stiffly nodded his sweaty head. Low-powered lightsabers activated, and the sizzle of saber against saber echoed through the salle once more. Obi-Wan realized then that their conversation had been the vision he'd had last night. Odd,he thought, usually it would be something more significant than a simple conversation. He dwelt on the subject for a moment, wondering if his master's words held some mysterious meaning. But, with a clash, the duel brought his mind back onto the present moment.
It was a long duel – longer than the ones before. It lasted at least fifteen minutes, and when Qui-Gon initiated the killing blow, Obi-Wan had beads of sweat dripping down his face, and was huffing for breath. What was wrong with him? He couldn't concentrate. Qui-Gon reached down and helped his padawan back to his feet.
“That was better, padawan. Work on your footwork a bit more, though. Your defensive is coming along very well.” There was a pause. “Are you feeling alright, Obi-Wan?” Qui-Gon asked, a concerned look on his face. Obi-Wan, still panting for breath, shrugged.
“I don't know what's wrong with me today, Master.” He said, “I can't concentrate at all.” Obi-Wan didn't tell his master about the headaches. No need to worry Qui-Gon. He had enough duties to attend to as it was. Qui-Gon nodded, the concern not leaving his face.
“Alright. Well, meditate on it. Now come, let's go to the gardens.”
With a padawan's nod, Obi-Wan walked three steps behind his master, following him to the gardens. Once they arrived there, they found an unoccupied meditation garden, and knelt. As trained to do, Obi-Wan cleared his mind, and then carefully reached out to the Force...
Pain. White hot, blinding pain. Obi-Wan's reflex was to snap up his shields; and up they went, blocking him off from the mental world. But the pain only seemed to intensify, as if it was contained in his mind. A pained expression slowly wrought into his features as Obi-Wan tried valiantly to release the pain into the Force. And yet... It boomeranged right back to him. It was as if he couldn't let it go, like it was glued to him. It suffocated his mind in a torrent of unpredictable seizures of lightning – it felt as if his skull was connected to an electric transformer. For several long moments, Obi-Wan was caged in his own mind. He couldn't lower his shields, and he couldn't come out of his meditation trance. All the while, the pain raged on. It prevented him from meditating in any form or fashion. Right now, all he was worried about was getting away from the pain.
Obi-Wan tried a technique taught to him by master Yoda – to cut himself off from the Force itself. It was an extremely risky move, but Obi-Wan would do just about anything to get away from this pain. He was sure he would die if this persisted. Obi-Wan slowly, tediously, built the strongest mental shields he could muster. It seemed like a lifetime, filled with the agonizing sizzle of pain grating away on his brain, but, just as sudden and startling as when it came, Obi-Wan suddenly found himself back in the gardens. The pain was gone. He wasn't injured in any way, and, after a quick test, he still had access to the Force. He let out a long, shaky breath. He didn't know what this was, but it was frightening. He glanced at his master, who was just coming out of meditation. Did Qui-Gon sense it? He wondered.
“Did it go well, Obi-Wan?” He asked, curious. Obi-Wan froze, not knowing whether he should tell Qui-Gon about it. If I tell him, Obi-Wan thought, He'll just get worried. And I can't exactly define the cause at this point. And there's definitely no reason to keep Master worried about something I don't know what is. Quickly, he decided not to tell his master.
“I'm not sure, Master.” Obi-Wan replied. It wasn't a lie – he wasn't sure.
“That's fine.” Qui-Gon said in his usual calm, serene voice. “I'm sure you'll come to a conclusion.” Qui-Gon gave his apprentice an encouraging smile – he was aware that Obi-Wan wasn't haven't one of his best days – and then let out a soft sigh. “Well, I suppose you should be off to your classes.” He said, “I wouldn't want to keep master Alvarez waiting.” Obi-Wan rose slowly.
“Yes, Master. I'll see you later, then.”
“May the Force be with you, Padawan.”
“And with you.”
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Obi-Wan sat in class, his mind still dwelling on his experience earlier that day. He still had absolutely no idea what had happened. With a sigh, he wondered if he ever would. Would it go away? Was that why he couldn't concentrate? Was it his fault? What did he do? His thoughts all blurred together as questions plagued his mind.
Soon, the voice of his teacher invaded his thoughts. Master Alvarez was talking about visions, and how they could predict the future, but weren't necessarily right one hundred percent of the time. Obi-Wan sighed. Because he was very strong in the unifying Force, Obi-Wan had been assigned at an early age to a 'special' class, where they went in-depth into the characteristics of the unifying Force. Obi-Wan already knew most of what she was saying. With a slight nervousness, he hoped that she wouldn't ask them to meditate on the lessons for today.
But, his fears came to be later in class, as Master Alvarez calmly asked the class to meditate on what they had recently learned. Obi-Wan thought about protesting, but he refrained from doing so. With a gulp, he prepared himself for meditation. Just as he expected, Obi-Wan was met by a wall of pain. He struggled to get his shields up. When he did, visions flew in front of his eyes.
First, he saw a simple scene – himself and Bant swimming in the lake. It disappeared quickly. Next came another seemingly meaningless picture – Garren sparring with another padawan. Siri came next – running alongside Obi-Wan in a obstacle course. Qui-Gon and Obi-Wan sparring... Qui-Gon and Obi-Wan in front of the council... Scenes appeared and disappeared at random, their meaning lost on the padawan. All Obi-Wan could make sense of was the pain. It had grown in intensity since that morning, and was even harder to control. Obi-Wan couldn't use the same technique he did last time – his mind was too weak. The pain was demobilizing.
Though he didn't notice, his breath quickened, and his eyes darted beneath his eyelids as visions came and went. The pain in his head was too overwhelming for him to hear anything, or to pay attention to anything else. Obi-Wan spent his energy trying to make it stop – desperately trying to end the onslaught of endless torture. Anything. Force, he would do anything to get out of here. But, with a great sense of panic, Obi-Wan found himself trapped in a cage. He was being held within the confines of his own mind – unable to get out. Though he couldn't feel them, tears started pouring down his face. Mentally screaming, he beat against his shields, the very shields he had put up – the very shields that were keeping him in this hell. He cried desperately for anyone, anything. But, nothing worked. He was effectively trapped.
Obi-Wan didn't hear his teacher call out his name when the rest of the class had come out of meditation. He didn't hear the alarm in her voice as he sat, unresponsive, with tear-streaked cheeks. He didn't feel the impact of the ground as he fell to the floor. Nor did he see Master Alvardez rush to his side and reach for her comlink. As his eyes closed in blurry unconsciousness, all Obi-Wan felt was burning, horrible pain. And, in that moment, Obi-Wan was sure he knew what hell was like.
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I'm hooked. I hope Obi comes to his senses and tells Qui about the headaches!
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 You truly are a master of writing angst! Poor Obi-Wan  . I agree with dimyavie. Though, it will be hard for Qui-Gon not to know after his padawan fainted in class.
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Ye gods, Obi-torture all right. What is happening to our Obi?
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I read this on ffn, but didn't review...
I love this! I'm totally hooked!
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Sounds exciting, and of course Obi angst is my favourite.
good start. 
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This sounds really good! I was in the mood for some Obi-torture and I'm really glad to have found this!
Please put me on the PM list! 
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Here we g with the second chapter. Thanks, everyone, for all of the reviews! everyone who asked to be on the PM list is marked down!
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In a daze, Qui-Gon quickly walked beside the hovering stretcher, in which his unconscious padawan lay, tubes and wires running to and from his body. An oxygen mask covered Obi-Wan’s mouth and nose, and there was a plastic tube stuck into his arm, providing him with medicine-rich liquids.
“What happened?” Qui-Gon’s normally calm voice was now anything but – worried, forceful, and urgent.
Cynthia Jet-Lora, one of the head healers of the Jedi temple, answered in a rush.
“We don’t know. According to Master Alvarez, they were meditating, and he wouldn’t come out of the trance.” She fiddled with the equipment attached to Obi-Wan, and shouted out some orders to other healers standing by, who ran ahead to the healers’ wing; where they were headed.
“Symptoms?” Qui-Gon inquired.
Cynthia sighed. “He’s unconscious, as is obvious. He isn’t taking in much oxygen, his reflexes aren’t working properly, and he’s running a high fever – his head is on fire. His body is using up his energy doubly as fast as is normal for a human, and he’s verging on being severely dehydrated.”
Qui-Gon nodded slowly. Cynthia was very blunt, as he had expected. But he hadn’t expected such a long list! And they didn’t add up. None of the illnesses that Qui-Gon was familiar with had symptoms such as these. Worry built up in Qui-Gon like water building up against a dam – it would break, sooner or later.
Suddenly, some alarm went off on the equipment. Cynthia murmured a light curse, and began belting out orders again as they reached the medical room.
“Qui-Gon,” she said firmly, “You can’t come in - I can’t have you getting in the way. Stay out here.”
Before Qui-Gon could even think to protest, Cynthia, the other healers, and his padawan were all gone.
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Obi-Wan bowed with his master to the council, and walked calmly out of the chambers. As they walked back to their quarters, Qui-Gon assessed their mission with Obi-Wan.
“As the council put rather briefly, we will leave for Fondor in two days, Padawan.”
“Yes, Master.” Obi-Wan replied. “Though they didn't elaborate much.” This was a silent inquiry for his master to brief him on their assignment.
“You will want to pack minimal supplies; we will be traveling quite a bit.” Qui-Gon said easily, “We will be escorting Keela Torez. She is an eye witness to a murder – both the victim and the offender are -or were- of a high political status. Should tempers flare, the court and its judge wants her to be protected.”
“That’s where we come in, I take it?” Obi-Wan asked. Qui-Gon nodded.
“Yes. And the defendant, I'm told, isn't very fond of Jedi. We are taking all precautions to keep our presence in the court a secret.”
“Yes, Master.” Obi-Wan replied obediently as they rounded the corner into their quarters.
Quietly, the two prepared a small dinner for themselves, and conversed casually as the skies darkened over Coruscant, the stars and city lights twinkling. After cleaning the dishes, Obi-Wan bid his master good night, and let his head hit the pillow. Not long afterwards, he was sound asleep.
But when he woke, he wasn't in his room. Instead, he woke in a room filled with an air that smelled of chemicals and sterilizers, in a small bed whose back was inclined. And all around him were white walls; Those cursedly white walls of the healers wing. His weak hearing could faintly make out beeping and buzzing, and he noticed with a touch of alarm that there was an IV tube running from his right wrist, and his nose and mouth were covered in a respirator mask.
Dear Force, what had he done this time?
Obi-Wan dared to nudge his head toward the chrono that he knew would be on the left of his bed. That was odd. Quite early in the morning to be in the healers. Though, he supposed, if he had been outcold overnight... Ooh, his head hurt enough as it was. Trying to figure out what traumatic event he had gotten into was making it even worse. Just as a very surprised healer's apprentice ran off, saying something about him waking up, Obi-Wan's eyelids started to flutter shut once more. As Cynthia rushed into the room, all Obi-Wan could think about was how he hoped he hadn't upset their mission to Fondor.
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Qui-Gon sat, head in his hands, at Obi-Wan's bedside. His sickly apprentice had been unconscious for over two days. Obi-Wan's hydration levels were now stable, though they had to be constantly monitored. His doubled energy consumption had been taken care of through a medicine that Qui-Gon was unfamiliar with. Because he was unconscious, the healers had a limit of how thoroughly they could test his reflexes, but they seemed to be returning to their normal function. His fever, however, was still raging, and even with ice packs, water, and anything else that could help keep him cool, Obi-Wan's temperature was persistently high. Though, Qui-Gon mused with some relief, Cynthia had just administered a drug that she said would help to break his fever. Even with the promise of this relief for his padawan, Qui-Gon couldn't hold back the heavy, burdened sigh that burned at his lungs, because the worst news wasn't the physical state of Obi-Wan, but the intellectual state of the healers.
No one knew what was wrong with him.
At one point, his vital signs were so jumbled that the healers were tempted to assume that he had gone into some sort of shock, seizure, or even cardiac arrest. But, something always threw another variable into the equation that would make the last theory impossible. Another theory would arise, and just as they got to the point of giving a diagnosis, it would be knocked down by another strange symptom. And all the symptoms that surfaced in the young boy were disturbing, to say the least. Some usually occurred in elderly humans, others shouldn't have happened to humans at all. And, still others were just plain odd in of themselves. But, out of all of his symptoms, the most alarming of all was not physical, but mental.
Qui-Gon couldn't sense him through their bond. And when he could barely even tell through the Force that Obi-Wan was even in the room, he knew things were very, very wrong. He had at once reported his findings to the already perplexed Master Jet-Lora, who had, with a heavy sigh and long, concerned glance at Obi-Wan's limp form, gone off to document the new, mental symptoms.
So, in a quiet, white-walled room, the Jedi master sat, wishing silently for his padawan to wake up. Around him, healers buzzed here and there, checking that, setting this. Some gave him their condolences, others just looked on with concern as master fretted over comatose apprentice. And, outside the window behind Obi-Wan's bed, all of Coruscant zoomed past, blissfully unaware that a Jedi padawan's life hung in the balance, between a very determined head healer, and a very strange, undiagnosed illness.
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“We will arrive some time this evening, Padawan.” Qui-Gon said calmly as he skimmed over a datapad. From the seat beside him, Obi-Wan's features contorted in confusion. Since when did he get out of the healers? Where were they? He was about to ask Qui-Gon, but the Master spoke before he could force the question out of his mouth.
“Keela Torez should be on undercover surveillance when we arrive, so we will need to find the captain of the WPA and let him know who we are.
Oh, right. Fondor. But... How had he gotten out of the healers, again? Obi-Wan shook his head. The here and now. That's what Qui-Gon would have said. “The... WPA, Master?” He asked.
Qui-Gon nodded. “The Witness Protection Agency. Every planetary system has one, they just go under different official names. The one centraled on Fondor is known for their intolorence of ouside strangers.” Qui-Gon cast Obi-Wan a strange sort of maverick glance – the kind that made Obi-Wan wondered whether Qui-Gon was a Jedi master or a scheming five year old. “Which shall make for interesting first impressions. I'm sure you shall take it as a challenge to overcome.”
Obi-Wan refrained from smirking. Of course, Qui-Gon made everything into something educational.
“You may want to rest, though, padawan, while you can. I have a feeling we may be pulling a few all-nighters for this mission.”
Obi-Wan nodded solemnly. “I suppose, then, Master,” He said, “you will wake me before we arrive?”
“Of course, Padawan.”
With a grateful nod, Obi-Wan headed over to the small bedchamber provided on the somewhat posh spaceliner. He collapsed onto the semi-soft mattress, and forced himself into a restful sleep, one he was sure to need.
Beep... Beep... Beep... Beep...
Obi-Wan awoke with a deep breath, his nostrils involuntarily flaring to let in oxygen. His nose wrinkled up in disgust as he registered the potent smell of sterilizer. He groaned. Somehow, he had ended back in the healers. Force curse it, he thought, I had so hoped that was some sort of awful dream... Daring now to blink his eyes open, he wasn't surprised when he had to shut them again against the blinding lights above him. He was surprised, however, that no one was in the room. Or, so he thought.
“Obi-Wan?” Came a voice. Familiar, but wrought with a foreign worry.
Obi-Wan slowly, with a bit of a struggle against the light, opened his eyes again to see the concerned face of Master Jinn looking over at him.
“Master?” He asked. “I... I didn't realize you were here...” He said, his voice hoarse from having not spoken for several days.
“Of course I am, Padawan.” Qui-Gon said, pure relief flowing from his voice. “I'm so glad you're alright.”
At this, Obi-Wan smiled, but it quickly turned to a frown. “What... What happened?” He asked, glancing around.
“You passed out during meditation.”
“I what?!”
“No one knows what happened. You went into a trance, and wouldn't come out. Your vitals were... They weren't right, Obi-Wan.” Qui-Gon said. “You had a lot of people worried half to death – especially me.” He said. Obi-Wan's look was something between shock and slight guilt. “Don't do it again?” Qui-Gon said warmly. Obi-Wan smiled, one of his dry lips cracking slightly.
“I'll do my best, master.” He said. Qui-Gon hugged him, but Obi-Wan quickly pulled back, a slightly worried expression on his face as a thought came to him.
“Master, I didn't upset our mission to Fondor, did I?” He asked worriedly. Qui-Gon looked genuinely perplexed. There was an odd pause before he spoke.
“Fondor? Padawan, what are you talking about? We're on temple leave – we won't be going out for another two weeks.” Qui-Gon said, casting Obi-Wan an odd, confused look.
“But...” Obi-Wan started, his features screwed up in an odd expression. “We were... Keela Torez... The WPA... We were going to over see a trial. You said so yourself.” Obi-Wan tried to jog his master's memory. Qui-Gon shook his head slowly.
“No, Obi-Wan... As far as I know, there isn't any Jedi business going on in Fondor at the moment.” A small, but not completely convinced smile came across the big Jedi's face. “You must have been dreaming, Padawan.” He said. Obi-Wan nodded.
“Yes, I... I must have been.” He paused. But... It seemed so real. It was real, wasn't it? He had thought that being the healers was a dream, and that Fondor was real, not the other way around... But... Qui-Gon seemed so genuine, now. He shook his head. He was probably just tired from his ordeal – whatever it had been. He quickly shook himself out of it.
“Ah, Padawan Kenobi.” A familiar, feminine voice entered the room. Obi-Wan turned his head to see Head Healer Cynthia Jet-Lora standing at the foot of his bed with a datapad and stylus in hand. Her voice was business-set, as usual, but had a gentle and sensitive lilt to it. “My Padawan said you'd awoken.” She looked him over, and then gave him a small glass of water. “Slowly.” She said. Obi-Wan drank slowly, as instructed. The respirator mask was gone, so he had no trouble drinking the water, which tasted more delicious than the best sweets, to him.
“Thank you, Master Jet-Lora.” He said, handing the cup back to her. Cynthia smiled.
“In the critical care unit for five days, and yet you still have impeccable manners.” She chuckled. “How do you feel, Obi-Wan?” She asked.
Obi-Wan shrugged. “Well, I feel a bit stiff... I'm hungry... A bit disoriented, maybe, but really, I feel.”
At this, Cynthia looked at Obi-Wan, long and hard, before blinking, and scribbling down on her datapad. Qui-Gon looked equally as shocked. “So...” She started, “No headaches, stomach aches, or nausea?”
“No, Master.”
“Soreness, dizziness, or drowsiness?”
“A bit sore, I suppose, but I'm not dizzy or drowsy.”
“Okay... Any pain anywhere at all?”
“No. Well, besides my eyes – those lights are bright!”
Cynthia chuckled dryly. “Yes, they are a bit bright, aren't they?” She said this in a monotone voice as she looked over the information. This was very odd – critical care patients weren't supposed to make full recoveries within hours. “Well.” She said, forcing a normal, cheerful tone. “Let's make sure your reflexes are still what they used to be, hmm?” And test them she did, running all sorts of questions and physical reaction tests past the boy. He passed with flying colors. The healer was perplexed. Even Qui-Gon, who knew next to nothing concerning medical science, was shocked.
“Well, Obi-Wan,” Cynthia was saying as she scanned through his records, “I see no reason at all to keep you here – you may return home.” She said. The small smile she gave him was forced – something didn't feel right about this, somehow. “Qui-Gon,” She turned to the master as Obi-Wan went to the 'fresher to change into his normal clothes, “Make sure he gets his rest. And get some for yourself as well.” She said.
All of the healers wore happy faces as they bid Obi-Wan goodbye. They were overjoyed to see such a comeback in such a critical case. But, amidst such celebration, one Head Healer in particular wore a very troubled expression. As Cynthia looked on as Obi-Wan left the wing, three steps behind his master, she knew that something wasn't right. This was too good to be true.
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Well, at least Obi-Wan isn't suffering at the moment. Though I do hope that the healers can find out what's wrong. And Cynthia's right: Qui-Gon should really get some rest...Poor things . I wish I could just hug them both! Please add me to your PM list!
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It's like two alternate universe Obi-Wan's exist - and who changed places!
I'm very curious.
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Looks like Obi-Wan is having a real vision.
Fondor is important.
Excellent post.
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Very interesting. I keep wondering what's going on with Obi. I'm impatiently waiting for an update.
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