TITLE: I'm Dying (PART 2 of collaboration fic between B.L. Anderson and Obi the Kid)
AUTHOR: B.L. Anderson ([email protected])
RATING: G
SUMMARY: Pre-TPM, humor, (Obi is 14). When Obi comes down with a common illness, it's Qui's job to take care of him.
FEEDBACK: Always appreciated.
ARCHIVE: Please ask first.
B.L. ANDERSON'S LIAM NEESON WEBSITE: http://www.angelfire.com/al2/lneeson/
DISCLAIMER: The characters and venue of Star Wars are copyrighted to Lucas Films Limited. The characters not recognizable from this venue are copyrighted to B.L. Anderson. The story is the intellectual property of B.L. Anderson and is copyrighted to her. She makes no profit from the writing or distribution of this story.
NOTES: Part 1 of this fic was written by Obi the Kid. You can check out our other 2 combo fics on Obi's website, the stories are: Never Alone and From a Certain Point of View: http://www.angelfire.com/movies/obithekid/
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I'm Dying (PART 2)
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The door chime sounded and Qui-Gon crossed to answer it. Healer Terran stood with a broad smile. The master invited him in. The healer walked into the room. "Obi my boy, it's good to see you again. What seems to be the problem?" The apprentice didn't answer but just sat looking morose. Terran turned and said, "Qui-Gon, you are looking well. Obi is dying again, I see."
"Yes. He is dying...again. The other times he was dying didn't take, so he has another chance at it."
Terran laughed at the joke but Obi-Wan shot his master a dirty look. "All right Obi, let's have a look at you. I'll bet you aren't quite as sick as you think." He walked over to the sofa where the apprentice was suffering in anguish. Suddenly Obi-Wan drew up and pulled away. "Why what's wrong Obi my boy?"
"Cold hands," he muttered.
The healer chuckled. "They're not as cold as you think. It's just because you may have a fever. Now let's see if you do. Hmm...your temperature is elevated a little, but not enough to be classified as a fever."
"It isn't?" Qui-Gon asked in surprise.
"No, it isn't considered a fever until it reaches 101. So Obi's not so sick. What symptoms do you have Obi my boy?"
"My head is going to explode, can't you tell? It must be huge by now. I'm cold....but he," pointing at Qui-Gon, "won't let me have my blanket. My stomach is turning back flips and he is making me drink juice with...junk floating in it. I'm dying and he thinks it's funny. Can't I just go back to bed and die?"
Healer Terran and Qui-Gon exchanged a bemused look. "Obi my boy, you just have the flu. It's nothing worse than that. I've never heard of anyone dying from Tevram flu. And," he looked at the ceiling thoughtfully, "I don't think I've heard of anyone's head exploding from it either. You should drink fluids...and juice is the best thing to drink. I think Qui-Gon is taking good care of you. But...maybe you should go back to bed and get some rest. You will get better soon if you get plenty of rest."
Without a word, Obi-Wan leaped up from the sofa and hurried to his room. Terran chuckled a little.
"I hardly find it amusing that Obi-Wan is sick, Terran."
"Didn't you see how quickly he left? He isn't so sick Qui-Gon. He only has a mild case of it."
"He's not very sick?"
"No. He hardly has any temperature. I'm sure he feels bad and that just makes him think he is sicker than he really is."
"So...I've been putting up with his whining for nothing?"
"You're not exactly the model patient yourself, Qui-Gon. Need I remind you?" He patted the knight's shoulder and involuntarily Qui-Gon pulled away.
"Your hands sure are cold, Terran."
"Now you sound like Obi-Wan. Just keep him warm and full of fluids. He'll probably be up by tomorrow at the latest."
Qui-Gon toyed with his beard. Obi-Wan was only mildly sick? And yet he kept complaining that he was dying. The master crept to the door of his apprentice's bedroom. He was lying down with the covers pulled high...but was reading the latest graphic novel.
Qui-Gon walked in. "You must be feeling better, Obi-Wan," he said in a somewhat loud voice.
The padawan tried to quickly hide the book. "Ow Master! Don't talk so loud! I've got a headache."
"It doesn't seem to be keeping you from this however." He reached under the cover for the book.
"I have to do something to entertain myself."
"I thought you wanted to sleep."
"All right," the boy said grumpily.
******
Obi-Wan had not been asleep for very long when the light came on and his master's cheerful voice called out, "Time for your juice."
"Aw! Turn the light off! Do I have to drink that...again?"
"Yes. Healer Terran said it would be good for your flu. Now, drink it all down."
The apprentice scrunched up his nose then drank it all in one swallow. "Yuck! That makes me sick."
"If you are well enough to complain, you must be well enough to study."
"Master!"
"You felt like reading earlier. You said you needed something to keep you entertained. Let this entertain you." He laid a data tablet on the bed.
"Boy...a person can't even rest when they are sick..."
"What?"
"Nothing."
******
"Obi-Wan! You're not sleeping, are you?"
"Huh...what? No...no...not me. Wide awake...yes sir. Studying hard."
"Good. You can come to the table now for evening meal."
"Um...couldn't you bring it to me? I really don't feel very strong."
"It will do you good to be out of bed for a while. Come on. That's it. You can make it."
"Master...why are you being so mean to me?"
"I'm not being mean. I can tell you are better, can't you?"
******
"What is this brown stuff? It looks like you got it out of the river."
"It's full of vitamins...which you need right now to get well. I expect you to eat every bite."
"I can't eat this. It smells like barf."
"Obi-Wan!" Qui-Gon said sharply. "That's enough. You've complained all day long. I'm tired of listening to your whining. Healer Terran says you only have a mild case of Tevram flu and that you aren't very sick. I've tried to look after you. You are making it difficult for me to keep my patience. Now eat!"
"All right...all right. Only a mild case? But...I'm dying! I really am, Master."
"No, not yet...but you soon will be if you don't quit whining."
******
"I've been out of bed since evening meal, Master. Can't I go back to bed? Please? I'm so tired...and sleepy. I can't stand another one of these home holo-vids."
"All right. I suppose you have had a long night. Go on to bed...no reading. If you are going to bed, you are going to sleep."
"All right...geez...what a grouch."
******
The next morning when Obi-Wan awoke, he pulled the covers over his head and turned back over...then he sat up. "Wow...I feel a lot better this morning! Healer Terran was right. It was only a mild case. I got over it quickly. Boy...my head didn't explode. It's not even hurting anymore. This is great." He got out of bed and hurried to his master's bedroom. "Master, guess what! You were right. Everything you did was right. I feel so much better this morning."
"Go away," the muffled voice said.
Obi-Wan stepped closer and pulled a blanket back. Underneath was another. He pulled it back only to see yet another. Finally he found the bottom...a mass of tangled damp brown-grey hair. "Master?"
"Go away. I don't feel good. I'm not getting out of the bed today. I'm dying."
Obi-Wan smiled to himself. "Now...that's the wrong attitude Master." He peeled the covers back. "You have to get out of bed for a bit. And you have to drink lots of juice." He pulled at the big hand that hung off the bed. "Come on. That's what you told me. Get up. I'll go call Healer Terran."
"Healer Terran?" Qui-Gon shivered. "No! He has cold hands!" Then he laid back down and pulled the covers up. "Leave me alone. I'm dying."
END
AUTHOR: B.L. Anderson ([email protected])
RATING: G
SUMMARY: Pre-TPM, humor, (Obi is 14). When Obi comes down with a common illness, it's Qui's job to take care of him.
FEEDBACK: Always appreciated.
ARCHIVE: Please ask first.
B.L. ANDERSON'S LIAM NEESON WEBSITE: http://www.angelfire.com/al2/lneeson/
DISCLAIMER: The characters and venue of Star Wars are copyrighted to Lucas Films Limited. The characters not recognizable from this venue are copyrighted to B.L. Anderson. The story is the intellectual property of B.L. Anderson and is copyrighted to her. She makes no profit from the writing or distribution of this story.
NOTES: Part 1 of this fic was written by Obi the Kid. You can check out our other 2 combo fics on Obi's website, the stories are: Never Alone and From a Certain Point of View: http://www.angelfire.com/movies/obithekid/
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I'm Dying (PART 2)
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The door chime sounded and Qui-Gon crossed to answer it. Healer Terran stood with a broad smile. The master invited him in. The healer walked into the room. "Obi my boy, it's good to see you again. What seems to be the problem?" The apprentice didn't answer but just sat looking morose. Terran turned and said, "Qui-Gon, you are looking well. Obi is dying again, I see."
"Yes. He is dying...again. The other times he was dying didn't take, so he has another chance at it."
Terran laughed at the joke but Obi-Wan shot his master a dirty look. "All right Obi, let's have a look at you. I'll bet you aren't quite as sick as you think." He walked over to the sofa where the apprentice was suffering in anguish. Suddenly Obi-Wan drew up and pulled away. "Why what's wrong Obi my boy?"
"Cold hands," he muttered.
The healer chuckled. "They're not as cold as you think. It's just because you may have a fever. Now let's see if you do. Hmm...your temperature is elevated a little, but not enough to be classified as a fever."
"It isn't?" Qui-Gon asked in surprise.
"No, it isn't considered a fever until it reaches 101. So Obi's not so sick. What symptoms do you have Obi my boy?"
"My head is going to explode, can't you tell? It must be huge by now. I'm cold....but he," pointing at Qui-Gon, "won't let me have my blanket. My stomach is turning back flips and he is making me drink juice with...junk floating in it. I'm dying and he thinks it's funny. Can't I just go back to bed and die?"
Healer Terran and Qui-Gon exchanged a bemused look. "Obi my boy, you just have the flu. It's nothing worse than that. I've never heard of anyone dying from Tevram flu. And," he looked at the ceiling thoughtfully, "I don't think I've heard of anyone's head exploding from it either. You should drink fluids...and juice is the best thing to drink. I think Qui-Gon is taking good care of you. But...maybe you should go back to bed and get some rest. You will get better soon if you get plenty of rest."
Without a word, Obi-Wan leaped up from the sofa and hurried to his room. Terran chuckled a little.
"I hardly find it amusing that Obi-Wan is sick, Terran."
"Didn't you see how quickly he left? He isn't so sick Qui-Gon. He only has a mild case of it."
"He's not very sick?"
"No. He hardly has any temperature. I'm sure he feels bad and that just makes him think he is sicker than he really is."
"So...I've been putting up with his whining for nothing?"
"You're not exactly the model patient yourself, Qui-Gon. Need I remind you?" He patted the knight's shoulder and involuntarily Qui-Gon pulled away.
"Your hands sure are cold, Terran."
"Now you sound like Obi-Wan. Just keep him warm and full of fluids. He'll probably be up by tomorrow at the latest."
Qui-Gon toyed with his beard. Obi-Wan was only mildly sick? And yet he kept complaining that he was dying. The master crept to the door of his apprentice's bedroom. He was lying down with the covers pulled high...but was reading the latest graphic novel.
Qui-Gon walked in. "You must be feeling better, Obi-Wan," he said in a somewhat loud voice.
The padawan tried to quickly hide the book. "Ow Master! Don't talk so loud! I've got a headache."
"It doesn't seem to be keeping you from this however." He reached under the cover for the book.
"I have to do something to entertain myself."
"I thought you wanted to sleep."
"All right," the boy said grumpily.
******
Obi-Wan had not been asleep for very long when the light came on and his master's cheerful voice called out, "Time for your juice."
"Aw! Turn the light off! Do I have to drink that...again?"
"Yes. Healer Terran said it would be good for your flu. Now, drink it all down."
The apprentice scrunched up his nose then drank it all in one swallow. "Yuck! That makes me sick."
"If you are well enough to complain, you must be well enough to study."
"Master!"
"You felt like reading earlier. You said you needed something to keep you entertained. Let this entertain you." He laid a data tablet on the bed.
"Boy...a person can't even rest when they are sick..."
"What?"
"Nothing."
******
"Obi-Wan! You're not sleeping, are you?"
"Huh...what? No...no...not me. Wide awake...yes sir. Studying hard."
"Good. You can come to the table now for evening meal."
"Um...couldn't you bring it to me? I really don't feel very strong."
"It will do you good to be out of bed for a while. Come on. That's it. You can make it."
"Master...why are you being so mean to me?"
"I'm not being mean. I can tell you are better, can't you?"
******
"What is this brown stuff? It looks like you got it out of the river."
"It's full of vitamins...which you need right now to get well. I expect you to eat every bite."
"I can't eat this. It smells like barf."
"Obi-Wan!" Qui-Gon said sharply. "That's enough. You've complained all day long. I'm tired of listening to your whining. Healer Terran says you only have a mild case of Tevram flu and that you aren't very sick. I've tried to look after you. You are making it difficult for me to keep my patience. Now eat!"
"All right...all right. Only a mild case? But...I'm dying! I really am, Master."
"No, not yet...but you soon will be if you don't quit whining."
******
"I've been out of bed since evening meal, Master. Can't I go back to bed? Please? I'm so tired...and sleepy. I can't stand another one of these home holo-vids."
"All right. I suppose you have had a long night. Go on to bed...no reading. If you are going to bed, you are going to sleep."
"All right...geez...what a grouch."
******
The next morning when Obi-Wan awoke, he pulled the covers over his head and turned back over...then he sat up. "Wow...I feel a lot better this morning! Healer Terran was right. It was only a mild case. I got over it quickly. Boy...my head didn't explode. It's not even hurting anymore. This is great." He got out of bed and hurried to his master's bedroom. "Master, guess what! You were right. Everything you did was right. I feel so much better this morning."
"Go away," the muffled voice said.
Obi-Wan stepped closer and pulled a blanket back. Underneath was another. He pulled it back only to see yet another. Finally he found the bottom...a mass of tangled damp brown-grey hair. "Master?"
"Go away. I don't feel good. I'm not getting out of the bed today. I'm dying."
Obi-Wan smiled to himself. "Now...that's the wrong attitude Master." He peeled the covers back. "You have to get out of bed for a bit. And you have to drink lots of juice." He pulled at the big hand that hung off the bed. "Come on. That's what you told me. Get up. I'll go call Healer Terran."
"Healer Terran?" Qui-Gon shivered. "No! He has cold hands!" Then he laid back down and pulled the covers up. "Leave me alone. I'm dying."
END