Certainty

Upon Waking

Obi-Wan Kenobi suspects he has blacked out again as, once again, he wakes up confused in his surroundings. Waking this time is particularly disconcerting as he finds himself completely submersed in some fluid. His body's first impression is that he is drowning, but Obi-Wan is able to use his years of training to quickly ignore the momentary brush of panic. Instead, he calmly assess his situation. 

He is breathing. Breathing is good. Breathing is definitely not drowning. 

So, he is not in immediate danger, but Obi-Wan still feels confused and exposed. He tries to focus and free his head of its fog; a last vestige of his blackout. He instinctively touches his left hip. No lightsaber. No robes for that matter. Obi-Wan realizes he is naked both figuratively and literally save for his diminished wits and an embarrassingly small pair of white shorts and yet... something is familiar about his situation. "I know this place... I've been here before," Obi-Wan thinks as he studies the fluid around him. "Bacta," he thinks. "I'm in a Bacta tank." That's when Obi-Wan remembers...

Everything.

Obi-Wan feels the cold panic return. It strangles his limbs and clouds his thoughts. Below him and outside his tank he sees various Jedi healers carrying out orders and monitoring patients. Obi-Wan bangs on his tank until a young healer, a Zabrak, looks up at him. Obi-Wan points to himself and points up trying to indicate to the young healer his need to get out of the tank, his need to see Anakin. The healer, however, looks more startled and confused than understanding and quickly calls out to someone beyond Obi-Wan's field of vision, but soon he sees exactly who the healer has summoned-Master Healer Vokara Che. The Twi-lek master healer walks over to Obi-Wan's tank and once again he frantically gestures his need to be released. Vokara studies him for a moment and then inputs a set of commands to the console controlling his tank. Obi-Wan breathes a small sigh of relief, but as he does so, he notices that the air in his breathing mask tastes... different... Suddenly, Obi-Wan realizes what is happening. He is being betrayed! Vokara is not releasing him. She is sedating him! Obi-Wan begins to bang his fist against the duraglass once more, but within seconds his strength leaves him. He finds it hard to keep his hands curled into fists. His eyes won't stay open. He glances down and sees that Vokara is still watching him; her gaze as soft as stone.

"Blast that woman," is the last thing Obi-Wan thinks before he is once again forced into unconsciousness.

* * * * *

Whatever it was that Master Che slipped into his oxygen supply must have been designed to put rancors down because Obi-Wan Kenobi doesn't stir until mid-afternoon two full rotations later. He is no longer in a Bacta tank. At some point during his drug induced slumber he had been transferred to a bed. Though he still misses his Jedi robes and the comforting proximity of his lightsaber, Obi-Wan is grateful to now wear simple white pants with a matching white tunic. He looks around his room. There is another bed to his left, but it is unoccupied thankfully. Obi-Wan knows that the last thing he wants at the moment is a roommate... unless it is Anakin. 

Anakin... 

Obi-Wan briefly considers calling for a healer, but the threat of alerting Vokara that he is awake makes him think better of it. He pulls back his bed sheet and blanket and swings his legs over the side of his bed. He carefully puts one barefoot on the cold floor, then the other, testing their stability. He tentatively begins to apply weight and he stands. Both his legs are aching terribly, but they are holding. Satisfied, Obi-Wan walks slowly to the door keeping one hand in constant contact with a wall for support. The door slides open to his approach. He carefully checks both directions of the hallway before venturing out of his room. Slowly and with a noticeable lack of grace, Obi-Wan continues through the healing wards allowing his instincts to lead him to Anakin.