Self indulgent Moddy! When Obi-Wan falls: what fears? Why falling? TELL ME ABOUT THIS THING!! All about this thing!!!!
They don’t want to admit it but they are concerned.
The Rako Hardeen incident hit harder with more consequences then the Council expected…and the consequences seem to only be on Obi-Wan’s shoulders.
He seems hollow almost.
Mace would swear he’s grown gaunt but can’t quite tell for the beard and the fact that Obi-Wan wears his robes and his tunics as he should. But the circles beneath his eyes have certainly grown larger, as if the other no longer sleeps.
Their fears, not something they will admit to, all comes to conclusion about three weeks after Obi-Wan has returned from the disastrous mission.
He gets up from his council seat, sways and falls so quickly not even Jedi reflexes can catch him, hitting the floor with a sickening crack.
“Sith spit!” Mace cursed and knelt down by the other man, hissing as he turned him onto the side. “He’s cracked his skull open, he’s bleeding.” He carefully cradled the others head in his hands, turning it to get a good look at the split in the mans hairline.
Adi moved to his side too and rested her hand over the head wound, healing it. “We best get him to the Halls, a healer needs to take a look over him after such a collapse. He was out before he even hit the ground.” She murmured.
“Take him you will Mace.” Yoda sighed, wondering if they had asked too much of the young master.
Mace nodded and shifted Obi-Wan, getting ready to lift him. “Come along Kenobi, princess lift it i-is!” He stared down into his arms. He had suspected the other had grown gaunt but this…
“If he weighs more then fifty five kilos, I’m a banthas uncle.” Mace hissed. “Someone contact Skywalker, send him straight to the Halls.” He marched out, Obi-Wan tucked in his arms, a slender and broken weight.
“Would you like to explain or should I start making assumptions?” Mace growled out as they both stared at the much too slender form on the medical bed.
Anakin swallowed, mech hand clenching so hard the leather was creaking. “…I don’t know. I…Obi-Wan has been losing weight with the war, he forgets to eat at times but this is… I honestly don’t know Master Windu.”
They stared a bit more as the healer finished setting up the IV drip connected to Obi-Wan’s hand.
Underneath the thin blanket and medical gown, they could both spot how Obi-Wan’s stomach caved in.
Over the blanket his arms rested, only muscle and bone visible with the jut of his wrist poking out. His collarbone also jutted out and Anakin had the horrible feeling that if he could see more of the other, he would be able to count Obi-Wan’s ribs.
Had…had he done this?
By ignoring Obi-Wan?
He was just so angry. He had needed time to think and to try and release his betrayal and emotions into the Force but Force! If he had been the catalyst of this behavior…
“We have always known that he was too attached to you Skywalker, this just proves it. He can’t even remain objective after a mission when you cut him off.”
“If your master had faked his death, you wouldn’t have been happy either.” Anakin wanted to sound more convincing then he was. But all he came across as was angry.
“I would have been very angry.” Mace agreed, eyes on Obi-Wan.
Anakin blinked, surprised that Mace agreed with him.
“But in the end we are Jedi. Yes it hurts, yes its painful, yes we make sacrifices. But we do not belong to ourselves or our friends or even our lineages. In the end, we serve the Light, the Republic and the Order.” Mace shoulders slumped a bit. “…It would have hurt if my master had done what Obi-Wan did to you. But that’s just it…in the end we are Jedi.” He breathed. “…I would have needed so much guided meditation.” He snorted before looking at Anakin, raising his own brows at the blond’s surprise. “What?”
“…I didn’t expect you to admit to it.”
“We are in war, we are getting desperate Skywalker. Surely you must understand that. And the Chancellor…” Mace slumped a bit more. “The chancellor is more important then one Jedi. We all agreed.”
“…He still should have told me.” Anakin quietly argued.
“…If we’re being bluntly honest Skywalker, I think he was scared of your reaction.” The Korun murmured. “He knows you better then anyone. And I think Obi-Wan is…suspicious of the Senate.” He added.
“The se-why would that…I mean I’m friends with the Chancellor but…” Anakin looked between the unconscious man and Windu. “…Is that why he’s not telling me much anymore?”
“I don’t know. He’s been suspicious of the Senate since Dooku said the Sith was in it. I think he believes it even if the rest of us don’t.”
Anakin shifted a bit and then sighed. “…I’ll talk to him when he wakes, see if I can’t…I’m still angry at him but I’ll try.” He added.
“…And I will speak to the Council, we are all complicit in this. You by pushing him away and the Council by demanding too much from him. He is only one man.” Mace rubbed his face. “…Perhaps letting him on the council in war time was a bad idea, Obi-Wan has always pushed himself harder then he should.” He mumbled.
“…Will the council allow him recovery time?” Anakin questioned quietly. He knew how thin the Jedi were spread, had heard Obi-Wan muttering about it to himself while going over reports, his face a worn mask of…
He closed his eyes.
“…I’ll try. Force knows I can only try. Right now he’s not in any shape for any battle field as it is.” Mace sighed.
Unaware, Obi-Wan slept, Iv drip providing him with fluids to help with his dehydration as the Force cocooned him.