"Jemmy." Obi-Wan smiled. "Feeling any better now?" Jemmiah ignored the question and asked one of her own, hoping to deflect the attention away from her. "How's Rela and Spider?" she mumbled. "Spider's a little numb still from the stun. Rela's a bit croaky." Obi-Wan sat down on the chair beside her. "And she's not happy about it. You know her. She likes to talk. So An-Paj has come up with a compromise." "Which is?" Jemmiah said through her painkiller-induced haze. "They gave her a writing board and a stylus. I think that might have been a mistake. Ferdi asked her if she needed anything and she wrote back 'get me out of this antiseptic hellhole'. Jemmiah managed a tired snicker and Obi-Wan stared intently at her. "You never answered me." He said softly. "How are YOU?" "I'm still here." She closed her eyes. "It seems I owe that to you and Rela." "Actually, I think if you owe anyone anything it's our friendly neighborhood ferret." Obi-Wan reached out to touch her face. "You're cold." "It's always cold in here." Jemmy sighed. "I have ice forming in my navel as I speak." "I could always try and melt it for you." Obi-Wan grinned. "But I think An-Paj might think better of me if I just got you another blanket." Jemmiah tried to move a fraction and a small amount of pain managed to spiral up her arm. "Sith, that hurtsssss." She moaned. "They had to put in Osteografts as well as the knitters." Obi-Wan explained. "Seems you chipped the ends where the breaks were. That's why it hurts so much." Jemmiah's lids felt really heavy but she struggled against the sleep inducing drugs, feeling the need to talk. "How did you know to go to Rela's?" Jemmy asked. "Because?" Obi-Wan debated telling her a falsehood but knew that she wouldn't appreciate it. "Rela asked me. I think it was her last gasp attempt at getting us back together." "You really want that to happen, don't you?" Jemmy asked. "I don't understand why." "You don't understand?Jemmiah, I love you!" he said, exasperated. "That's what I don't understand." Jemmiah force herself to widen her eyes. It was difficult but it needed to be sorted out now, one way or another. "You still want me. I've told you that I'm not comfortable with the notion of marriage. I've told you that I don't want more children and yet you still say you love me." "I do!" "But in accepting a life with me you will be sacrificing all you've ever wanted. A home, a family?" "But I want you." Was all Obi-Wan repeated. "If that's what it takes, then yes. I'll give all that up." She watched his face for any betraying flicker of emotion and found none. "You say that now." Jemmiah replied. "What if a couple of years down the line you change your mind?" Obi-Wan took her hand, trying to find the right words to make her understand. "It works both ways." He said. "You say you don't want marriage or children. What if in a couple of years you change your mind? You can't say that you might not have a change of heart. Situations change. People change with the passage of time. When you were carrying Emma, there was a time when I KNEW you were happy. I could feel it. Can you honestly tell me that you never want to experience that feeling once more?" "I can't go through all that again." Jemmy shook her head, knowing that Obi-Wan didn't comprehend the true meaning of her words. "You won't have to. What happened with Emma will not happen again. If marriage happens," he spoke in a steady voice, "then it happens. If it doesn't, it doesn't. The same with children. What I'm trying to say is that I don't care. I just want to be with you." He saw the doubt spread across her face, reading her thoughts. "No, you are NOT a jinx. Fortune has been very cruel to you, that's all. None of it is your fault." "Then it occurs to me I should give fortune a good kick in the head." Jemmiah managed to growl. "I don't want you to get hurt. I don't want Master Jinn to get hurt either. If you did I don't know what I'd do?"