Ok, Obi went on the mission with the broken leg, (dun dun dun) and just this once everything went off without a hitch the picture perfect mission, Obi is vindicated and nobody can say anything because nothing went wrong. It's only after the mission is officially over and they're on their way home that all hell breaks loose.
A smug Obi-Wan is an unbearable Obi-Wan.
Or at least in Anakin’s mind but he honestly prefers a smug Obi-Wan to one in pain so he just sighs and bares it as Obi-Wan jumps out of the shuttle and into the hang on his crutches, completely unscratched and uninjured from his mission.
“As I told you Anakin, it would be completely fine, I stayed close to the shuttles and reached evac before the pilots even.” He offered brightly with his knapsack on his shoulder.
Anakin and Cody exchanged suffering looks before the blond followed after. “Alright master, I’ll admit to it, you were right this time but honestly usually things blows up around you so forgive me for not being comfortable with you being already injured out in the field instead of taking it easy.” He offered as dryly as possible as Ahsoka limped out after them along with Rex.
Obi-Wan sent him a smug look over his shoulder, casted leg swinging a bit as the sounds of the hanger filled the air around them.
Until the Force filled with warning, with alarm that caused Anakin to look around in confusion as there shouldn’t be any real threats inside the Jedi temple.
There was a pop, almost unnoticeable, followed by a loud bang and a cry of alarm before Obi-Wan was suddenly on the ground with the crutches thrown out on the floor all over in the stunned silence as what looked like a disc from one of the ships that a mechanic had been working on was lodged in the wall, smoking faintly.
Anakin gave a loud curse and fell to his knees beside Obi-Wan as pain filled the Force and hissed in panic as he saw the cast was broken and blood was pouring out of it from where the disc had not only rebroken the mans leg but also cut through skin and flesh.
Obi-Wan gave a wheezing breath. “I think… I was safer in the field.” He hissed as Cody cried out for a stretcher and the mechanic cried out apologies from where she was twitching beside the ship she had been working on.
Staring at Obi-Wan for a long moment as his old master breathed slowly and steadily in the Hall’s bed, Anakin finally looked at Mira and raised his brows at her with a quiet sigh. “So he’s basically drugged to the gills now?”
She nodded, scrolling through her pad. “The disc went through major veins and the lead healer felt it was best to just knock him out while removing the cast so they could work properly on the rebroken bones and the now cut veins and opened flesh.” She sighed a bit. “At least this time they decided to just outright heal the bones as it would be too much trauma for him to go through another round of bone knitter or cast session.” She looked up at him. “Can I count on you to ensure he rests this time? While he wasn’t injured in field, it was still a stress for his system that he could have done without.”
Nodding grimly, Anakin crossed his arms over his chest. “Oh you can count on it Healer Mira, even if I have to use my padawan as a lapcat for it.”
“Good.” The Rodian smiled.