Desperation

Obi-Wan Kenobi

From the chrono he could just make out from the hallway outside his cell, Obi-Wan could see it'd been three hours since he'd woken up. Bound, using Force-suppressing cuffs, to a rather uncomfortably hard, straight chair. There was silence around him, and stillness; the only sounds and movement were that of the cell's ray shield humming quietly as it flickered.

He could still feel the place he had been stunned - in the middle of his chest, an invisible ring there that carried with it an odd, but not unpleasant, tingling sensation. Otherwise, he appeared unhurt; twisting his neck around as far as it could go he could just see the soft blue glow of his cuffs around his wrists.

Yet again, his eyes strayed to the water fountain in the corner. What was the point, he wondered vaguely, of putting one in, if the prisoner can't even reach it? 

The chair was fixed to the middle of the floor, too far away from the fountain to even have a chance of getting there; nevertheless he yanked fruitlessly on his cuffs for the hundredth time, but nothing happened except for getting his wrists, arms, and hands smacked against the back of the chair. No doubt they'll turn into bruises later, he thought with a slight sigh.

Obi-Wan could feel the dryness in his throat and the stickiness in his mouth; he licked his chapped, cracked lips, feeling them smooth for a few seconds before drying out again. He hadn't had the opportunity for a drink since he'd woken up, and he knew he'd been out fighting Separatists nonstop for at least two hours before being captured. The water fountain seemed to be mocking him from its corner - knowing his thirst, knowing his dehydration, so close and yet completely out of his reach.

His eyes followed a drop of water - water! - as it leaked from the head of the tap, a fat, clear drop of liquid that he would have given almost anything to feel it going down his parched throat. It fell to the sink with a quiet splash, tantalising his dry tongue. He was so mesmerised by it that he almost missed the droids approaching his cell outside - until the ray shield went off and he looked around sharply.

The Jedi Master eyed the two B1 droids approaching him. They stared back, their robotic gaze betraying nothing. They both carried blasters - and - 

One was carrying a cup.

Obi-Wan sat up straighter, tearing his eyes from the cup and forcing himself to look at the droids instead. The sound of liquid filling up the cup was enough to make his mouth water in anticipation; he eagerly opened his cracked lips to accept the feeling of cool, clean, hydrating water flowing down his throat.

Clearly, the B1s had no clue how much to pour into his mouth. He greedily drank cup after cup after cup after cup, draining the thing within moments each time. He then drank another three cups, after he remembered that he'd been left for three hours with no access to any water, and he had no idea when they might return for him next. Obi-Wan sagged back in relief, the water sitting full and heavy in his abdomen and his throat and mouth beginning to moisten with hydration.

Counting the drinks in his head as the droids left and reactivated the ray shield, he realised he must have had about three litres of water within a few minutes.

It was an hour later that he began to feel the first nudges of wanting to empty his bladder. When had he last relieved himself? Before the battle - which was at least six hours previously. Until the guards came back, or he was rescued by his men, he'd just have to wait, sitting in his chair with nothing else he could do. That was fine - he could focus on something else for now; the feeling was little more than a passing thought.

He spent the next hour meditating quietly. It passed in relative silence, as did the next. He shifted his position slightly in his chair, beginning to wish slightly he hadn't drunk so much water, with neither droids nor his men showing any sign of returning. But he was a Jedi Master, and he'd been captured before and managed to hold it for several hours, and he would wait.