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Image ID: A coloured digital drawing. A scene of a hospital bed. Commander Cody is in a hospital gown, propped up, asleep, with an IV in his left hand and a bandage on his forehead, top right corner. The bed, room and atmosphere are done in shades of somber blues, greys and clinical greens. Obi-Wan sits next to the bed. We see Obi-Wan in profile, he is hunched over the right side of the bed. Cody's hand is clenched in both of his, and his forehead is pressed against all of them. His eyes are shadowed: haunted.
Inspired from this section of "The Crime of Surviving", Chapter 2:
Finally [Obi-Wan] let his hand fall away and he turned to the last medbed.
His feet weren’t moving. Like duracrete had been poured around his legs, keeping him stuck firmly in place.
Cody lay there. Still.
Cody had often been still. With the diligence of a soldier and the patience of a sniper, Cody had always had such firm control over his body. Obi-Wan had always found it impressive—and though he’d never wanted to admit it, attractive.
This stillness was not the same.
His Commander looked like death.
The thought hit him, low in the gut and he stumbled ungracefully over his feet as he made it to his Commander’s side.
Cody’s hand was warm in his. The callouses on his palms from when he practiced with his blasters bare-handed.