Hello! Love your writing by the way. Could you do “shh, it’s alright. your mind’s just playing tricks on you.” from the fever prompts with a sick obi and worried anakin? only if you want to though :)
Hello there! Thank you so much!!! I appreciate it :)
I always love prompts, don't be shy or feel like your butting in. I loved writing this one! Let me know what you think!
From: fever prompts. Memory loss prompts and my ask box for anything else are both also open!
(also please forgive any typos/errors I'm tired and can't be bothered to proof read)
Anakin rarely ever saw ballistic weapons, even on the least advanced planets. But this planet had been a hellhole since the moment they had arrived. He should have expected it’d all go to shit in the least expected way.
They couldn’t use their lightsabers against them, the bullets melted and sprayed molten metal, so they had done their best to divert the bullets. It had been foolhardy, but their transport had had to take off and land in a more secure location. Rex and Cody had been their only support, as it their mission was meant to be secret and off the grid.
They had gotten separated nearly immediately. Anakin’s only mercy had been that he was by Obi-Wan’s side when the ballistic had hit him, had been the one to drag his master out of the fire raining down, that as the only one who could have, he was able to Force heal the wound just enough that when they had found the cave it wasn’t a dead body Anakin had carried in.
That all had been three days ago, and the pouring rain continued.
A rushing river had formed at the base of the hill their caved was carved into, winding endlessly in both directions. Anakin was confident in his own ability to use a Force-enhanced jump across, but to do so eyeballing the landing zone with Obi-Wan in tow? He wouldn’t risk it.
Obi-Wan wasn’t stable enough to move across the cave floor, let alone be carried anywhere through the torrent.
Settling against the cave wall, pulling Obi-Wan back into his lap, Anakin sighed. The fire he had been able to start blazed in front of them, the heat filling the small space, the only light for miles and miles. He stuck his toes next to the rock keeping the fire at bay, flexing them. If Obi-Wan were coherent he would not doubt be getting reprimanded. His master had always been wary of fire, though it had never been something he’d talked about.
There were some things between them that would remain unsaid, no matter if they should or not, and most of the things Obi-Wan kept to himself were for good reason. Anakin didn’t push on those.
In his lap, Obi-Wan’s brow furrowed again, head tossing. His wound was due for a redressing. He needed a great many things, not least of which was to get off the damn planet.
He pushed the list of possible reasons Obi-Wan could die within the next forty-eight hours away, clenching his fists and counting to ten before gently taking both of his master’s hands in his mech one. He was ambidextrous, and long used to his mech hand, but his flesh one was far better at fine-tuning and delicate matters; his hand still shook as he peeled back the long strip of his own robe he had used to press other patches against the holes ripped into his master’s torso.
Obi-Wan stirred, whining, pressing his face against Anakin’s stomach.
“It’s alright, master, it’s alright.”
It had been many hours since any of his assurances had been responded too, so the slurred words made Anakin jolt.
Obi-Wan eyes were glazed, running back and forth around Anakin’s face and the low ceiling. His breaths that were already hitching began to pick up.
“Master—Obi-Wan, don’t look at the ceiling, alright?” Anakin shifted to center his own face in front of Obi-Wan’s. “Do you remember what happened?”
A massive shudder ran through Obi-Wan’s frame.
“What? Master no, there isn’t any lava. What do you mean?”
“There’s f-fire, every everywhere and and and you, Anakin, you’re in the fire but it felt like I was on fire too and we were dying—”
“Woah woah woah, Obi-Wan it’s ok, deep breaths for me, ok? Just like you taught me how, c’mon.”
Obi-Wan cried the whole way through, and after too long his breathing evened out, still stuttery and shallow, but it was the damn infection, which Anakin couldn’t do anything for. Not for his breathing, not for his wound, nothing for these fucking hallucinations.
“Shhh, it’s alright, master,” Anakin said, rocking Obi-Wan gently, cradled safe by the fire. “You’re minds just playing tricks on you. The only fire here is keeping us safe.”
Obi-Wan fell into a restless sleep and Anakin didn’t stop whispering to him.
“Just a trick, nothing more, master. It’s just a trick, we’re okay.”
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