Outbreak (a very, very first fanfic)

This is a weird scene...you have been warned.

~R~

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?You?re warm.? Qui-gon said patting Obi-wan on the arm. ?Are you sure that you are feeling okay??

?I?m fine master.? Obi-wan snapped back at him. ?I?m tired that is all.?
Qui-gon glanced at Obi-wan who was picking wordlessly at his food. He had been quiet for two days, ever since the girl had mysteriously died in front of him.

?We are going to see how the lady who was attacked is doing.? Qui-gon said forcefully making his padawan glance up. Obi-wan put down at his spoon gratefully and stood at the end of the table.

?There is no hurry, Obi-wan.? Qui-gon said, ?I want you to finish your breakfast first.?
AN almost unperceivable sigh escaped from Obi-wan?s lips and he sat down to try to continue eating his breakfast.

//Odd, // Qui-gon thought, //this is the first time I have seen him refuse food. //

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Obi-wan concentrated on the floor as the elevator made its way up the levels. He felt sick to the core of his stomach, great waves of nausea that made him almost gag. Beside him, Qui-gon hummed a song that had been on the radio on the way over to the hospital. The room spun rather unpleasantly as the doors opened and he had to put his hand on the side of the door to control where he walked. Obi-wan trailed after his master.

//I really must be getting sick// he thought to himself. //I?ve felt like this for days now. //
The fresh smell of detol, met them as they came out into the wards. Qui-gon led the way until he got to a room, pushing open the door he smiled reverently at the lady inside.

?Mrs. Wevv.? He said softly.

?Oh!? Obi-wan could hear the voice from inside, ?The Jedi, do come in.?

He trailed in after his master until they were inside. The rather elderly lady put the cross word she had been doing away and glanced at them in puzzlement.

?We just came to see how you were doing.? Qui-gon said.

?Very well.? Mrs. Wevv replied cheerily, ?Would you like some grapes??

?No thanks.? Qui-gon answered passing a look at Obi-wan. Obi-wan tried his hardest to look interest but as soon as his master looked away, he glanced at the ground again. The ground at least didn?t spin in circles. He vaguely heard his master talking to Mrs. Wevv, but it was the last question that made him glance up.

?I know that the police have asked you this before, but was the assailant known to you?? Qui-gon asked.

?She?? The lady paused obviously looking uncomfortable, ?She was my daughter.?
Obi-wan suddenly felt sick, his stomach heaved and he fought to control it.

?Can I ask what happened to her?? Mrs. Wevv asked her voice strained. There was a lengthy pause in which Obi-wan bit back on the bile invading his mouth and then Qui-gon answered.

?I?m afraid she died before medical assistance could get to her.?

Obi-wan almost threw-up. The room spun and his vision blurred, he could see the girl rising from the ground again and her eyes were as dark as wet ash. Her face began to fall apart and the flesh on her arms rotted and blackened. Obi-wan almost threw up, the head and body slowly became Qui-gon?s but the flesh continued to rot and the arms reached out for him. The thing moved up and stood on its feet, it wobbled and then called his light sabre with the force. The thing switched it on and hovered for a moment, before plunging the light sabre into Obi-wan?s stomach. He could feel the pain; feel the pain from the burning object through his stomach. He whimpered to himself.

?Obi-wan?Obi-wan.? The voice called. It was Qui-gon?s voice but also the girls and then there was the sudden overpowering stench of someone being sick. His vision cleared again and he managed to glance up at Qui-gon. The Jedi Master looked worriedly at him.

?Are you okay, Obi-wan?? Qui-gon asked as his padawan scrambled backwards, ?You ran out of the room and to the toilets?are you sure that you are not sick?? He asked again moving forward. Obi-wan moved back. ?Are you okay?? Qui-gon asked again.

The vision flashed before Obi-wan?s eyes,

 

That was definitely creepy! As I read it, I thought the same as Qui-Gon; Obi-Wan must really be sick if he's not eating. And the vision was horrifying! More, please!

 

Very creepy! It gave me the shivers.

Do it again Rinin!

 

I agree. More please!

 

Whoa that was creepy!!! Those where rather revolting images poor Obi was seeing, I think I would have thrown up where I stood.

Qui should know by now that an Obi that won't eat is in immidiate need of the healers!

 

Cripes, that was scary!
That was a great post Rinin! You rock my world!
Heh, I think just about everyone knows that a not-hungry obi-wan = sick obi-wan.
All healers make note!

 

very creepy...keep it up!

 

Very good!

 

Oh, I loved it Rinin! Yep, that's one sick boy there! Great post. More soon, I hope!

 

Up you go!! A new post from Rinin would be great!

 

I can't belive how quickly the boards move sometimes.

Just bringing this up in the hope Rinin will post soon!

 

Just found this. Very good. Keep up the writng. UP!

 

Rinin-please post more soon!!!

 

Wow awesome story.

 

Sorry Rinin, but I'm looking for more. Please? Pretty please?

 

More please! I really must insist.

imzadi

 

Upping this so Rinin might post more!

 

Good idea! Up! You can't just leave us hanging!
That last part sent shivers down my spine. Ooh, do it again! (From the Lion King)

Imzadi

 

I'm sorry guys...I had to go somewhere for a couple of days and now my disk has disappeared. I am going to search for it again tomorrow morning and if I find it there will be another post sometime tomorrow.

~R~

 

That's alright. Good luck searching!

Imzadi

 

How are you doing with the search for your disk? Hope you've found it!

In the meantime, back to the top with you!

 

Up!! And while you're waiting *sly grin* check out my new fic, "The Pain of Love." That title sounds familiar, I hope no one else has used it.

Imzadi

 

Guess who found his disk!

I'm not happy with this post...something just didn't go right. And although I didn't ask Jane if using An-Paj was alright he was in Kit's bits of the draft so I assumed...I hope it will be alright.

~R~

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Qui-gon was seriously worried about his padawan, Obi-wan?s face had gone pale and white and his eyes were darting about the room as if he couldn?t focus them. He was cold to the touch too, that was, when he let Qui-gon touch him.

?Master?? The voice was suddenly small and childlike. Qui-gon strode across the room and gathered his apprentice into his arms; the boy was shaking like a leaf. The hospital staff had lead them into a room by themselves and a doctor was coming to look at Obi-wan.

?Are you alright padawan?? Qui-gon asked softly.

?I think so?? Obi-wan asked quite unsure, ?What happened.?

?In all honesty, I do not know.? Qui-gon replied, ?You just started screaming.?

?OH.? The boy sat quite still for a minute and then relaxed. He began to fruitlessly rub at his arm just above the elbow.

(Obi-wan)

Everything seemed almost like a dream to Obi-wan. The world was moving more slowly and he could only catch distorted words as the nurses came and went. A man, most probably the doctor, came into the room and poked around for a bit asking questions to which Obi-wan could only just answer. He could see his master?s face, worse for wear and worried hovering above his. He could feel the force, but it wasn?t the light shining threads he was used to. This force was slimy and controlling. It shifted constantly and when it did time seemed to shift with it. People who were walking towards him were suddenly in front of him and then across the other side of the room again. He blinked twice and rubbed at his arm again. He was beginning to get scared, very scared.

//What is happening to me? // He asked himself but even that thought slid away into nothingness. There was the feeling of something crawling on his arm and the force slipped away from him as he glanced down. A white wriggling slug crawled up his arm. No it wasn?t a slug, it was a maggot and then there was more of them coming out of the place on his arm at which he had been rubbing for the past half hour. They were coming up his arms and he reached down to brush one off but it caught to his fingers.

?GET OFF!? Obi-wan screamed and waved his hand in the air trying to dislodge the disgusting creature. More poured out of his arm and he began to scream and try to rub them away, scratch them away. Something strong grabbed at his arm and the force shifted, Obi-wan glanced down at his arm again. No maggots; nothing expect raw skin and blood from where his nails had ripped into his flesh. Obi-wan felt sick and then everything swirled and he slipped into unconsciousness.

(Qui-gon)

Qui-gon held his padawan?s arms as the doctor gave the boy a hypodermic filled with sedative. Obi-wan had become less coherent and more vague to the doctor's questions as time had progressed. When all of a sudden he had started to scream and dig at his arm. Qui-gon was worried, very worried. He watched Obi-wan?s pained blue eyes blink for a few seconds before the boy fell unconscious. The ageing Jedi Master lifted Obi-wan up slightly shifted him onto the bed. He stood for a few moments watching Obi-wan as the nurses tucked blankets around him and put bacta pads on his arm.

?I?m going to phone Master Healer An-Paj.? Qui-gon said softly to the doctor, ?Before this gets any worse.?