Chapter Text
The thing that woke Obi-Wan wasn't the morning light streaming in through the cracks in the blinds of the room. It wasn't the sound of a comlink beeping, or an alarm going off.
Rather, it was the sudden shift of the person who was laying next to him, the shaking of the bed as Anakin tried his best to muffle his coughs into his elbow.
And then it was the cold as Anakin got out of the bed, still coughing and went into what Obi-Wan assumed was the fresher.
He laid there for a moment, waiting to see if Anakin would return soon and climb back into the bed with him. Opening his eyes and saw that only the earliest bits of the morning light were coming in through the window, the outside world still a blue haze that had yet to change into orange and gold.
He got up, ignoring the way the cold floor felt underneath his feet and quickly walked towards the fresher.
He heard Anakin coughing before he saw him, and it made Obi-Wan wince in sympathy.
"You sound worse than you did before, dear one," he said softly as walked into the room.
Anakin was hunched over the sink, the same way he had been on the ship, but now he was shaking, trying his best to take in steady breaths. He looked up at Obi-Wan in the mirror.
"I didn't mean to wake you up again," he rasped before swallowing thickly.
Obi-Wan took another step closer to him, rubbing small circles onto his back and sighed. "That's not the problem here, I'm worried about you."
Anakin shrugged before starting to cough again and Obi-Wan stayed there rubbing his back until he was done. He was too warm through the sleepwear, and Obi-Wan could feel as he shivered despite the warmth that was radiating off of him.
"Perhaps a glass of water and then back to bed?" Obi-Wan asked when he was done, and Anakin straightened up and nodded, pushing back sweaty bangs out of his face.
"Sorry again," he rasped as he followed Obi-Wan out of the fresher and into the kitchen, slumping down into one of the chairs at the small table and resting his head on the cool metal surface.
"That doesn't look comfortable," Obi-Wan remarked with a soft smile as he set the water down beside Anakin who lifted his head up off of the table, squinting his eyes at the bright kitchen lights.
"'M tired," he mumbled before grabbing the glass and taking slow sips out of it.
"Then perhaps we should head back to bed," Obi-Wan suggested and Anakin stood up, holding Obi-Wan's hand with the one that wasn't holding the glass.
It was his left hand, and it was too warm to the touch, but Obi-Wan decided that they could worry about that once they had both gotten some more rest.
Without saying anything else to each other, they walked back towards where the bedrooms where, and Anakin sighed softly as he slid under the covers of the bed, burying himself underneath them until only his forehead was visible.
"You'll overheat like that," Obi-Wan pointed out as he got under the covers as well, brushing a stray curl back from Anakin's face.
"I don't think that's possible." Anakin muttered as his teeth chattered and Obi-Wan's expression softened.
"Do you think you can fall back asleep?" Obi-Wan asked, also for his own sake.
He was tired, but not like how Anakin was. Regardless, he didn't have anything particularly pressing on his schedule for the next day, and had planned to spend most of it relaxing himself.
Even if that meant that Anakin couldn't enjoy his company the same way, Obi-Wan would be more than content with sitting on their couch in the common room, reading a holobook that he had been putting off while Anakin slept by his side.
"Yeah," Anakin whispered, his eyes falling shut as he leaned into the touch of Obi-Wan running a hand through his hair again.
"Doesn't that gross you out?" Anakin mumbled, his eyes still shut.
"I have seen you in much worse states than this, and I don't mind."
Anakin opened his eyes and looked at Obi-Wan, a silent question being asked.
"We don't have to be doing anything for me to enjoy my time with you, Anakin." Obi-Wan whispered as he ran a thumb over Anakin's cheek.
It was too warm, but they could deal with that later.
"I simply enjoy having you by my side."
Anakin smiled, and pressed himself even closer to Obi-Wan, so that his head was now pressed against his collarbone. Obi-Wan smiled, adjusting himself so that Anakin's hair didn't tickle his face.
"Better?" Obi-Wan asked as he laughed softly.
"Better," Anakin whispered into his chest, and his breathing evened out shortly afterwards.