Torn- Obi's Sick &Dying, as usual,Obi torture/angst, Qui angst, H/C-PS 11/20

Fun? ::face_confused:: How's this fun? Aside from the fact that it's always fun to torture Obi?

 

::CONTENTED SIGH::

Nothing like some good ol fasioned Obi torture...

 

Wow i missed this post... bad me!

whats going on with our Obi dude!! Hurry with the next post!

Till Later~
Siri

 

I missed two posts!!!!! *bangs head on wall*

Poor Obi!! *hugs Obi*

More soon right?

 

!@#$%^&* MORE

 

OK another utterly pointless bump....

 

** BANGS HER HEAD ON THE WALL: THUD THUD THUD THUD THUD THUD THUD THUD**

 

Shh, calm down people, I'm glad you're enjoying but there's no need to bang heads on walls here. Don't worry, I've got the next post right here.

But the young Jedi's words were cut off as a spasm of violent pain coursed through his body. He suppressed a moan and would surely have fallen had Qui-gon not been holding him still. Obi-wan staggered under the oppressiveness of the pain. His Master, continuing to grip his arm, reached out with his mind and with the Force to soothe the boy's anguish.

After a few moments Obi-wan's features began to relax. He unclenched his teeth and carefully stepped away from Qui-gon's support.

"Are you all right now?"

Obi-wan nodded in reply.

"I think so, Master," he said.

"Can you walk, Padawan?"

He nodded again. He didn't want it to look as if he were so ill and weak that he couldn't even walk on his own. He still thought that there was nothing seriously wrong with him.

"I'm sure I'm well enough to walk. Besides, you said it's nearby."

Qui-gon considered protesting, but stopped himself. He knew his Padawan hated being fussed over. And he was right- they didn't have much farther to go. He reached out to touch Obi-wan's mind with the Force. The boy was still so tired, but determined to be strong. He was certainly a fighter, and wasn't going to give up anytime soon. That thought made Qui-gon really proud. He put his hand on his Apprentice's shoulder.

"Come on then, Obi-wan. We've only a bit more to go."


The healer's was a small, narrow building, white-wall and set in between two larger structures.

Qui-gon and Obi-wan had entered this place some minutes before. The Padawan sat very close to his Master, and waited. He shivered, despite the fact that he felt somewhat better, and stronger. The pain, at least, seemed to have subsided. Qui-gon was naturally relieved, and yet something told him not to get his hopes up, that things were far from all right. That Obi-wan was far from out of danger. He looked over at his Padawan. The boy didn't look too bad, considering what he had been suffering. And yet-

A voice interrupted his thoughts.

"You must be the Jedi Knight passing through here," a woman's voice said She gestured to Obi-wan. "And this must be...."

"My Apprentice, Obi-wan Kenobi, and I am Qui-gon Jinn, a Jedi Knight, as you observed."

The woman offered him her hand to shake.

"Jehane Telunn, a simple healer. I'll do my best to help you, sir." She turned to Obi-wan, who met her gaze wearily.

"Tell me again how you've been feeling lately."

The young Jedi, at a nod from his Master, began to describe everything that had happened to him since leaving Leeb-Arroe. When he had finished, Jehane took a datapad and sifted through it.

"I'm sorry. I can't find anything that matches the symptoms you've described."

Qui-gon nodded. It was the same results he had encountered aboard the ship.

"I'll need to run some tests," Jehane continued.

 

Tests?? Ooo and Obi hates needles dont he? well that is if they use em... lol.

Till Later~
Siri

 

Hello, anybody still reading this? (Besides you Siri. Yay three cheers for Siri!) OK I got me a new post with lots of mush, angst.... and a positively eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeevil cliffie to top it all off. Here goes!

Two hours later, Jehane had still not learned anything, Obi-Wan's condition had deteriorated at an almost inconceivable pace, and Qui-Gon was beginnning to panic. He sat by the bedside of his ashen-faced, trembling Padawan and worried. He didn't need the Force to tell him that something was very, very wrong. What sort of sickness could worsen so much, so fast? How and where had his Apprentice contracted such a disease? He thought of their last mission on Leeb-Arroe, negotiating a settlement between the planetary government and two rebel provinces. Qui-Gon didn't think his Padawan had come into contact with any unknown poisons or toxins. Could he be wrong? Had he been wrong in coming here at all? Would Obi-Wan have been better off if, instead, he had pressed on for Coruscant and for the Temple?

No. Looking down at the sick boy, he realized that that could only have been worse. Much worse. And yet, if he couldn't get Obi-Wan back to the Temple, perhaps-

The Padawan stirred.

"Master?"

"Yes?"

Force, thought Qui-Gon, there was so much pain on his Apprentice's face.

"I can't sleep. It hurts so much...."

The older Jedi leaned forward and placed the back of his hand against Obi-wan's forehead, reaching out with the Force to soothe him.

"Do you want me to help you go to sleep?" The boy nodded.

"And.... master?"

"Yes?"

"Please..." Force, his Padawan's voice was so weak. "Please, stay by me like you always do.... when I'm not well."

"Of course...... my son. I would never leave you alone, not like this."

After a few moments more, Obi-Wan
spoke again.

"Master, I'm sorry to always cost you so much time and trouble."

"Don't say it. Don't even think it."

With those words, the Apprentice fell asleep. Part of Qui-Gon wanted to place a comm call back to the Jedi Temple on Coruscant immediately, but he felt he couldn't turn away from his Padawan.

"Master Jedi... Sir?" Jehane's voice interrupted his thoughts. He turned around, hoping that, perhaps, just perhaps, she had found out.... But no. All the Jedi Master's hopes crashed to the ground when he saw the grim look on her face. It was clear that she had no good news, only bad.

"What is it? Did you find out what my Apprentice is suffering from?"

"Yes, but... This won't be easy for you to hear."

"What is it?" he asked breathlessly.

"Your Apprentice has contracted a very rare sickness called Arrosian jungle fever. In recent years, especially off the disease's indigenous planet, there have been nearly no reported cases of it."

Arrosian. Leeb-Arroe. So somehow Obi-Wan had become sick there. Why hadn't he sensed it sooner?

Aloud the Jedi asked, "How do you cure this?"

Jehane shook her head sadly.

"I'm sorry. There is no cure... Or anything. Your Apprentice is dying."

 

Nooooooooooooooooo!

My Obi can't die!

You wouldn't, obi-wannabe, you just wouldn't!

Obi better get well soon or else...or else...



I'm not sure what I'll do!!!

OK, I'm all right now.

Please post soon, obi-wannabe!

 

Diein!! Nooo poor Obi!

And a cheer for me?? ooo i feel luved...

Till Later~
Siri

 

Ok we are going to have a serious problem here if Obi-wan dies...


Great post can't wait to read more!!

PT

 

Thanks guys. To repay your kindness I'm gonna be eeeeeeeevil again and remind y'all that [sithy]I write fan fic and I'm bound to nothing![/sithy] Man I'm feeling eeeevil today. Thanks again and keep reading!

 

~mouth hits computer desk~

What?
Where?
Who?
When?
Why?!!!!!

Who's side are you on anyway!?

 

Yeah who's side are you on!!!!!!!!!????????

 

Astro, Siri, Padawan Travina, Seven and Jenny (last but not least)- all I can say is, well, I can't say anthing, I can only grin eeeeeeeeevilly. (One l or two?) Just keep reading, me dears, you'll see. OK. Ahem. Now to buisness.....

Dying. The word was like a physical blow to Qui-Gon, turning his stomach cold and raising such fear inside him that it threatened to rip through his Jedi calm. He couldn't believe it. How could his Padawan die? Force, the boy was just sixteen years old. How could he- die, like this, without even a proper fighting chance? It wasn't fair. It- just couldn't happen.

"Is there nothing that can be done?" he asked, fighting to keep his voice under control. The healer shook her head.

"I'm sorry. There is nothing that was know of."

"You say, 'that you know of.' But is it possible that there is something you have not found out about?" he persisted. He couldn't give up, no matter what.

"Technically anything is possible." There was something of an edge to Jehane's voice. "But there's nothing that can be done in time to help your boy. I'm sorry."

This raised a new issue- that of time.

"How much longer," the Jedi asked, though his throat nearly constricted with the words, "how much longer does he have?"

The healer shook her head. "It's impossible to say. Two, three weeks, maybe a month."

Qui-Gon sat down heavily in a nearby chair. So this was it. But no. He refused to give up without a fight. There had to be something he could do, or at least try. He fought back the wave of desperation which was nearly drowning his consciousness and, releasing his rage and fear into the Force, strove to find his calm center. He had to think as clearly as possible, now that it was hardest.

"Listen, Jehane. Would it trouble you very badly if I were to ask you to go through your records and find out everything that you can about this disease?"

"I'd do so gladly."

Privately, Jehane didn't think there was anything she could learn that might help, but she did not have the heart to say anything more. She looked into the Jedi's eyes, and saw the almost unbearable grief written there. Compassion and sympathy welled up inside her. She would have done anything to try and lessen this man's pain, if only she had known some way to help.

"Let me know if there's else I can do," she added. Qui-Gon stared at her absently for a moment, then nodded.

"Thanks," he muttered before getting up restlessly. He turned and, without another word, began heading back to the room where Obi-Wan lay. He needed to be near his Padawan.... but then he remembered something else that he must do first.

Perhaps the Jedi healers could help.

OK not quite as eeeeeeeeeeevil tonight, but still interesting..... I hope? Come on, I need feedback.

 

Oooops.... And a bump to get this back on top, just till I get some feedback.

 

Oh, man, obi-wannabe! Well, I guess it's not quite as evil, but there's still a certain... to it!

Well, I wait (im)patiently for the next post!

 

I hate to have to reply to me ain thread so soon, but I gotta point out that it's an angst/torture/ h 'n' c fic. H 'n' c being Hurt 'n' Comfort. And for there to be hurt/angst/torture, there has to be a certain eeeeeeevil to it.... right? I mean you can't exactly have Cuddly Wuddly the Cuddly Care Bear running around torturing Obi..... can you? Hmmmmm, I feel a plot bunny coming on.......

 

Fun, dieing...

Ok i'm just a lil weird huh?

TIll Later~
Siri

 

This is only one side of dreams yes?

Say it is!

Qui's having a nightmare, and he'll wake up and everything will be fine! It's just a side of dreams!

...

Yah. I'm insane. So what?

 

Yikes I can't believe how much i missed... Ummm...oops?

 

Astro: I'm always just a wee bit evil. It's one of the things that makes me so interesting and unpredictable.
Siri: That's OK, man, weird is good.
Seven: We'll see..... that's why you gotta keep reading.
Sabercrazy: Don't worry about missing, just so long as you give good feedback I'll forgive you.

OK now, I wasn't feeling well this evening so please excuse me if the post isn't great. I felt like falling over and zonking out immediately but I forced myself to write for you guys. Therefore this post is brought to you by my own inconquerable will, Mom's homecooked supper, Tylenol and my Celtic music CD.

Generally Qui-Gon prefered to make calls from the ship, but it was docked several streets over, and he couldn't bear to go that far from Obi-Wan. If the boy woke up, he would think that he'd abandoned him. There must be a com station somewhere around here. After a few minutes of hunting, he managed to find one and shakily put in the call to the Jedi Temple on Coruscant. As he waited he found himself desperately hoping that there was something they would be able to do. He couldn't accept the fact that his Padawan was dying and there was no way to prevent that- he just couldn't. It was unbelievable. It was too horrible to think about. It couldn't happen. How could it?

After a few moments, the small image of Jedi Healer Nab Lamel flashed up in front of him. He was a stout humanoid man, good at what he did and well respected for it.

"Qui-Gon?" the holo image of him asked. Qui-Gon took a breath and began to explain the situation.

"My Padawan and I were returning from our mission to Leeb-Arroe when he suddenly became very ill and I stopped here, on Verheer, because I didn't know what else to do or where to take him. We're still nine days from Coruscant, after all. I brought him in here to a healer's right away to identify the sickness.... It's something called Arrosian jungle fever, and the healer here says he'll die of it."

Nab Lamel nodded.

"All right, Qui-Gon. It's not a disease I've ever had to deal with but you can be sure I'll do whatever I can to help your Padawan. If there's anything that can be found, I'll find it. I promise."

Qui-Gon nodded.

"Thank you," he said, "and- one more thing- could you try to do it fast? Because.... Obi-Wan might not have much time."

Nab nodded.

"I'll do that. May the Force be with you."

"And you. Jinn out."

With that, the Jedi turned and headed back to his Padawan's hospital room. Quietly he sat down by his bedside, looking tenderly at the helpless, sleeping form of his Apprentice. He sighed, glad that Obi-Wan was still asleep.He didn't want to tell him what he had learned, not yet, not until he himseld could come to terms with it. Then he dismissed that thought with a smile that was barely more than a tight grimace. He could never come to terms with it. If his Padawan died-

But he refused to even think about it. He wouldn't let that happen.

No matter what.


PS: Excuse the hideous, diabolical, nasty formatting. Word was acting stupid.

 

Poor Obi!!

That Jedi healer better come up with something fast!