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morally_cryptic) wrote2006-10-13 08:37 am
morally_cryptic) wrote2006-10-13 08:37 am
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it has been ordered by your doctor For narco
Young Anakin stared up at Obi-Wan disbelievingly, "What do you mean, stay in be-coughcough?"
Obi-Wan shook his head and smiled down at his Padawan, "exactly what I say, my Padawan. The healers are quite adamant that you won't be well any time soon if you continue to run around. Especially on any jaunts you might be taking down to certain junk heaps."
Anakin tried to look contrite, or innocent, or something but that was hard to do when he really didn't feel like doing anything besides curling up in bed and sleeping a long time. Which was precisely what the healers (and Obi-Wan) were ordering, so it was precisely what he was determined not to do. "But...my...my training!"
Obi-Wan shook his head, "It can certainly wait for a day or two," or three or four or a week, if need be, "for you to get back on your feet, Anakin."
So Anakin tried being stubborn, but that was kind of exhausting so he just slumped back on the bed, "I hate being sick," he grumped. Plus, when he'd ever been sick at home, it was his mother who'd taken care of him, bringing him juice and telling him stories. Anakin was fairly certain Obi-Wan wasn't the type of person to read stories. He probably wasn't that good at it anyway.
Brightly, Obi-Wan added, "this does give us the opportunity to work on healing meditations."
Anakin groaned and burrowed into the bed, "I'd rather lie here and die."
"Oh, Anakin, don't be so melodramatic."
Anakin, though, sensed a change in Obi-Wan's tone. Something had gotten to his Master. He figured he should milk this bit for all it was worth. If possible, his tone became just a bit more petulant, "but I don't feel good. I can't concentrate on stuff like that. Couldn't you tell a story?" It was worth a shot.
Obi-Wan's eyebrows raised. "Story?"
Quickly, Anakin added, "about you when you were a Padawan?" Maybe it'd sound almost like a teaching opportunity.
Obi-Wan stared down at the boy for a few moments before finally relenting, "very well, but let me fix some tea, first." Anakin couldn't argue with that so he just nodded and stayed cozy in his bed while Obi-Wan fixed a pot of tea for them both, something that smelled a little spicy and for some reason made Anakin feel like he was at home, not on Tatooine, but at home, here. It was kind of nice. When Obi-Wan returned with the tea, he settled carefully onto the side of Anakin's bed before helping the boy sit up so he could drink. Once they were both comfortable, Obi-Wan began, "I suppose I haven't told you the story about how I met Bant, have I....?"
It was only supposed to be one story, but the tea was gone and Anakin was fast asleep somewhere into Obi-Wan's fifth or sixth tale.
Obi-Wan shook his head and smiled down at his Padawan, "exactly what I say, my Padawan. The healers are quite adamant that you won't be well any time soon if you continue to run around. Especially on any jaunts you might be taking down to certain junk heaps."
Anakin tried to look contrite, or innocent, or something but that was hard to do when he really didn't feel like doing anything besides curling up in bed and sleeping a long time. Which was precisely what the healers (and Obi-Wan) were ordering, so it was precisely what he was determined not to do. "But...my...my training!"
Obi-Wan shook his head, "It can certainly wait for a day or two," or three or four or a week, if need be, "for you to get back on your feet, Anakin."
So Anakin tried being stubborn, but that was kind of exhausting so he just slumped back on the bed, "I hate being sick," he grumped. Plus, when he'd ever been sick at home, it was his mother who'd taken care of him, bringing him juice and telling him stories. Anakin was fairly certain Obi-Wan wasn't the type of person to read stories. He probably wasn't that good at it anyway.
Brightly, Obi-Wan added, "this does give us the opportunity to work on healing meditations."
Anakin groaned and burrowed into the bed, "I'd rather lie here and die."
"Oh, Anakin, don't be so melodramatic."
Anakin, though, sensed a change in Obi-Wan's tone. Something had gotten to his Master. He figured he should milk this bit for all it was worth. If possible, his tone became just a bit more petulant, "but I don't feel good. I can't concentrate on stuff like that. Couldn't you tell a story?" It was worth a shot.
Obi-Wan's eyebrows raised. "Story?"
Quickly, Anakin added, "about you when you were a Padawan?" Maybe it'd sound almost like a teaching opportunity.
Obi-Wan stared down at the boy for a few moments before finally relenting, "very well, but let me fix some tea, first." Anakin couldn't argue with that so he just nodded and stayed cozy in his bed while Obi-Wan fixed a pot of tea for them both, something that smelled a little spicy and for some reason made Anakin feel like he was at home, not on Tatooine, but at home, here. It was kind of nice. When Obi-Wan returned with the tea, he settled carefully onto the side of Anakin's bed before helping the boy sit up so he could drink. Once they were both comfortable, Obi-Wan began, "I suppose I haven't told you the story about how I met Bant, have I....?"
It was only supposed to be one story, but the tea was gone and Anakin was fast asleep somewhere into Obi-Wan's fifth or sixth tale.