#medbay

MEDBAY SCENEEEE

AAAAAAAaaaa!!!!!

Medbay. The sterile white lights buzz overhead. Obi-Wan lies on the cot, shoulder bandaged, face pale, eyes heavy with pain. Anakin paces nearby, arms crossed, fury radiating off him like heat from a lightsaber crystal. A tray clatters as he slams it down too hard. Obi-Wan groans.

Anakin (snapping):

“I told you not to go alone.”

Obi-Wan (tired):

“And I told you it wasn’t your mission.”

Anakin (whipping around):

“It became my mission the second they dragged you in half-dead with a huge cut on your side!”

Obi-Wan (through gritted teeth):

“I handled it.”

Anakin (furious):

“You almost died, Obi-Wan!”

“You didn’t handle anything!”

Obi-Wan (raising his voice despite the pain):

“I’m still breathing, aren’t I?!”

Anakin (voice sharp):

“Barely!”

A beat of silence. Anakin’s chest heaves. Obi-Wan closes his eyes, jaw clenched, trying to regain composure.

Obi-Wan (quiet, but firm):

“You’re smothering me, Anakin.”

Anakin (bitter):

“Forgive me for caring.”

Obi-Wan (snapping, suddenly):

“Caring isn’t the problem—it’s your obsession with control!”

“Hovering like I’ll disappear if you look away for a second—”

Anakin (cutting in):

“Because you might!”

That stuns them both into silence. Obi-Wan stares. Anakin’s face hardens, but his voice lowers.

Anakin:

“You keep throwing yourself into every fire like it’s your duty to burn. You don’t let me help. You don’t let me breathe.”

Obi-Wan (softly, but bitterly):

“You’re not my keeper.”

Anakin (stepping closer):

“Your keeper?! Force- Obi-Wan! No. I’m the one left behind to watch them carry you out on a stretcher. Again.”

Obi-Wan (pained and exasperated):

“I didn’t ask for this, Anakin. I didn’t ask for your grief or your anger. I asked you to trust me.”

Anakin (voice low, strained):

“I do. But I don’t trust the galaxy not to take you from me.”

Obi-Wan looks away, jaw tight, refusing to let the weight of those words pull him under. Anakin exhales, rubbing his face, then sits heavily at the edge of the cot.

Anakin:

“I’m terrified... Master."

Obi-Wan (finally, voice cracking with weariness):

“Then learn to live with it. The same way I’ve had to live with losing you… every time you ignore orders, or run off, or—” [his voice breaks, softer] “—or fly through fire without thinking.”

Silence. Just their breathing. The hum of bacta monitors. Neither willing to apologize. Both hurting.

Anakin (quietly):

“I didn’t come here to fight.”

Obi-Wan:

“Then stop acting like I’m your battlefield.”

Anakin (eyes narrowing):

Oh? And what happens next time? Or the time after that? Do I just sit by the comm, waiting for them to tell me you're dead?”

Obi-Wan (bitterly):

“If it spares you the same fate, yes.”

Anakin (growling):

“Kriff it! You’re so damn stubborn—”

Obi-Wan (sharply):

“And you are reckless, impulsive, and so consumed by your feelings you can’t see past them!”

They stare at each other. Breathing hard. Words hanging in the air like blaster fire that never quite landed.

Anakin (softer now, voice thick):

“I would burn this whole kriffing galaxy down if it meant keeping you alive.”

Obi-Wan (closing his eyes, head tilting back against the wall):

“And I would rather die than see you lose yourself to it.”

Anakin (barely a whisper):

“But you’re all I have left.”

A long silence. Obi-Wan opens his eyes again. The fight drains out of him like air from a cracked hull.

Obi-Wan (quiet):

“You’re not. You never were. You just... made yourself believe that.”

Anakin (stepping closer):

“Then tell me. Tell me to go. Tell me you wish to be rid of me. Right now Obi-Wan. Look into my eyes. Say it like you mean it. Say it, and I’ll leave.”

Obi-Wan (looks up, eyes shining—tears forming, through pain):

“… Anakin please ...”

Anakin (voice trembling):

“Then stop pushing me away.”

Obi-Wan exhales shakily. His hand reaches out—not to grab, just to anchor. Anakin takes it gently, sits beside the cot.

Obi-Wan (barely audible):

“Being near you makes everything harder.”

Anakin (without missing a beat):

(Source)

"Red Alert almost forgot to check on Hot Shot at the medbay. Don't worry everything is still fine!"

Turns out, all it took was one and a half days of the sounds of Wookiees joyfully growling out "A Day to Celebrate" for one of the navigators to admit he had stolen my mix tape and would give it back if I just "promise to make it stop".

Obviously, I was super miffed and ready to knock some Life Day cheer into him, when he reminded me that Life Day is, in fact, a season of love and forgiveness, so I shouldn't send him to medbay over some music.

First of all, how dare he use the spirit of MY OWN FAVORITE HOLIDAY against me on MY OWN SHIP!?

Second of all. . . he was right, dammit.

I got my tape back (with the promise that I wait at least two weeks before playing it again), we hugged it out (at my insistence), and all is well.