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Obi-Wan opened the door to Anakin’s room in their shared quarters and flicked on the lights.
“Good morning Ani, it’s time to get up for class.”
Anakin groaned and brought his covers up over his face to block out the lights like he did every morning, and Obi-Wan walked over to him to pull the blankets off of his face to get him up and ready for the day.
It was then that he noticed the high heat radiating off of his padawan’s body.
Anakin shivered as Obi-Wan pulled the covers off of him. His face was flushed and his breathing was fast.
It didn’t take long for Obi-Wan to figure out what was going on, Anakin was sick again. It was the third time the boy had fallen ill in the mere two months since coming to the temple, and Obi-Wan was starting to get worried.
The temple healers had warned him that his immune system would need some time to adjust to being on a completely new planet, but Obi-Wan still worried nonetheless.
“Sick again?” he asked sympathetically
Ani nodded with a frown before coughing into his elbow.
Obi-Wan frowned back at him and sighed. “I’ll go get the thermometer.”
It didn’t take long for Obi-Wan to return from the ‘fresher with the thermometer in his hand. He sat on the edge of Anakin’s bed and held it up.
“You know the drill, under your tongue,” he said as he placed the thermometer in the boy’s mouth.
Anakin pouted as they both waited for the device to beep. He hated having to take his temperature.
“Now, now, there’s no need to pout,” Obi-Wan chided as he tucked the blankets back around his padawan.
He tutted as he read the thermometer. “103…that’s not good. I may have to bring you to the healers if we can’t get that down.”
Anakin whined when he heard his master mention the possibility of having to see a healer. He didn’t even want to leave his bed— going to be poked and prodded at was the last thing he wanted to do.
“I know that’s not what you wanted to hear, but we might have to. I’ll go get you some medicine, if it helps we might not have to go today.”
He returned to his padawan’s bedside with two small tablets for him to take. “Chew these and get some rest. I’ll tell your teachers you’re not feeling well and I’ll be back to check on you in an hour. Call me if you need anything.”
About an hour later Obi-Wan came back into Anakin’s room to check on him, only to find him fast asleep.
He went over to the bed and gently shook his padawan to wake him up.
“Shhh, shhh, it’s alright,” he whispered, “I just need to take your temperature again. Can you open your mouth for me?”
“Good, good, now just hold it there for a moment.”
Obi-Wan looked at the thermometer when it beeped and frowned.
“I’m sorry Anakin, but I’m afraid I’m going to need to bring you to a healer, even with medication your fever’s only gotten worse.”
Anakin whined and covered his face with the blankets again to hide.
“I know you don’t like going to see the healers, but it’s important. Once they figure out what’s wrong they can give you some medicine to make you feel better.”
“I’m not going.”
“We can get ice cream afterwards,” Obi-Wan offered.
“You always say that.”
“And we always get it, don’t we?”
Anakin thought for a moment, he did always keep his promise and take him for ice cream after a trip to the healers, but right now his stomach hurt, he didn’t want any ice cream.
“I already told you I’m not going,” he argued.
“Yes, you are,” Obi-Wan said firmly, but kindly. “It’s just a quick little checkup to get you feeling better. You don’t even have to change out of your pajamas if you don’t want to.”
“No! You always make me go and then every time they make me get a bunch of shots,” Ani cried.
Obi-Wan sighed and lifted the blanket off of his padawan to find him crying and covering his arms with his hands. His heart ached at the sight. He had needed to take Anakin to the healers quite often to catch him up on all of his vaccinations. Being a slave on Tatooine, he hadn’t had any access to a healer, and certainly not to all of the vaccines needed to keep him safe for interplanetary travel and life on Coruscant.
“There shouldn’t be any shots today, just a small checkup to get you feeling better,” he tried to reassure him.
Anakin wiped away his tears with his hand and looked up at Obi-Wan. “Promise?”
Obi-Wan paused for a moment. “I can’t promise anything, but I can tell you that the schedule the healers gave me doesn’t have anything listed until next week.”
That seemed to calm him a little bit, even if he didn’t like the idea of having to go back next week for more shots.
Obi-Wan stood up off the bed and held out his hand for Anakin to hold. “Ready to go?”
Anakin reluctantly got up out of his bed and followed his master to the Halls of Healing.
When they got there, they were greeted by Master Vokara Che, the healer who had been taking care of Anakin these past couple of months.
“Ah, Obi-Wan, Anakin, it’s good to see you two. How can I help you?”
“Master Che, my padawan here is sick again. He’s got a nasty cough and a high fever that won’t respond to medication, I was hoping you could take a look at him.”
“Of course, follow me.”
Master Che led Anakin and Obi-Wan into a small exam room, and gestured for Anakin to get up on the table.
Anakin hesitated a bit before getting up on the table.
Master Che smiled at him and took his vitals before grabbing a small light. “Open big for me, kiddo.”
She frowned as she noticed that his throat looked inflamed. “Sore throat?”
Anakin nodded. “My belly hurts too.”
“Aww, I’m sorry, honey. We’ll get you feeling better soon.”
Obi-Wan gave Anakin’s hand a small, comforting squeeze as Master Che finished her checkup. She listened to his chest, looked in his ears, and swabbed his nose and throat before finally diagnosing him with a case of Corellian Flu.
“The good news is we can get him on some antiviral medication, so he should start feeling better in just a couple of days. If his fever doesn’t break in 3 days give me a call or bring him back in. Other than that just keep him hydrated, get lots of rest and make sure he takes the medicine for the full five days. If all goes well, I’ll see you two next Friday.”
Anakin eagerly got off of the table as soon as Master Che finished talking.
Obi-Wan was quick to notice his padawan’s readiness to leave and thanked Master Che for her help as he brought the young boy back to his room to rest and recover.
“You did very good today,” he told him as he handed him the medicine to take. “I’m very proud of you. Now, drink some water, get some rest and call me over if you need anything, okay?”
With that, Obi-Wan turned off the lights and Anakin went to sleep.