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pronkerDear Diary, I feel rested only when at home.
Today was the long-awaited day when I was discharged from the Halls. I tottered feebly into my own sleep chamber, which looked exactly as it did when I left it that fatal morning. My slippersox were still beside the bed, my Temple-issued sleep shifts hanging on the floor of the closet, and everything had a musty smell, like someone fumigated while I was gone. All it needed was a yellow warning tape across the door.
My comm station blinked with incoming messages, including one with the special strobe from Mandalore, but I was too tired to get at it.
I'd have liked a glass of fruit juice, but there's no buzzer to ring for the healer. A back rub would certainly feel good right now, Diary. There was nobody to tuck me into bed, nobody to bring my supper in on a tray, nobody to wake me up tomorrow and ask me how we feel this morning.
At least, I had comforted myself, everybody would be waiting impatiently to hear about my operation. This illusion was rudely shattered. It turned out that all my friends have had one just like it, only worse. I've been trying to talk about my own operation ever since I had it, but I couldn't find anybody to listen. On the way back here, shuffling slowly down the last sixteen corridors, friends ducked into doorways when they saw me coming.
My bed never had these lumps before, surely? Although it hadn't the unstable feel of that vibrating air mattress in the Halls, either. I must be grateful for little things, Diary.
ding dong dinnnnngggg donnnnnggggg
I punch the annunciator grille, Sensing a presence that I had not felt in --- "Anakin, come in!" Of course, he would be the one to welcome me back, because who else, Diary? A back rub is going to feel so relaxing. I think I'll even allow him to read my entries. You were a gift from him, after all.
I spare a final glance at the holozine puzzle that Newsvendor left with me. 'Angst' anagrams to 'gnats,' and oh here is one buzzing near which must have hitchhiked in on my clothing.
"I'll get rid of it for you, Master." The softened timbre of his voice is couched to my still sensitive ears, I suppose. He's entered the sleep chamber unnoticed while I was settling in.
"Don't bother, Anakin. It'll find its own way out, or not." I smile up at my good friend. "I don't mind."
IOIOIOIOIO
The End.
IOIOIOIOIO
A/N Written as a byproduct of many hours spent visiting the sick, in one hospital or another.
Today was the long-awaited day when I was discharged from the Halls. I tottered feebly into my own sleep chamber, which looked exactly as it did when I left it that fatal morning. My slippersox were still beside the bed, my Temple-issued sleep shifts hanging on the floor of the closet, and everything had a musty smell, like someone fumigated while I was gone. All it needed was a yellow warning tape across the door.
My comm station blinked with incoming messages, including one with the special strobe from Mandalore, but I was too tired to get at it.
I'd have liked a glass of fruit juice, but there's no buzzer to ring for the healer. A back rub would certainly feel good right now, Diary. There was nobody to tuck me into bed, nobody to bring my supper in on a tray, nobody to wake me up tomorrow and ask me how we feel this morning.
At least, I had comforted myself, everybody would be waiting impatiently to hear about my operation. This illusion was rudely shattered. It turned out that all my friends have had one just like it, only worse. I've been trying to talk about my own operation ever since I had it, but I couldn't find anybody to listen. On the way back here, shuffling slowly down the last sixteen corridors, friends ducked into doorways when they saw me coming.
My bed never had these lumps before, surely? Although it hadn't the unstable feel of that vibrating air mattress in the Halls, either. I must be grateful for little things, Diary.
ding dong dinnnnngggg donnnnnggggg
I punch the annunciator grille, Sensing a presence that I had not felt in --- "Anakin, come in!" Of course, he would be the one to welcome me back, because who else, Diary? A back rub is going to feel so relaxing. I think I'll even allow him to read my entries. You were a gift from him, after all.
I spare a final glance at the holozine puzzle that Newsvendor left with me. 'Angst' anagrams to 'gnats,' and oh here is one buzzing near which must have hitchhiked in on my clothing.
"I'll get rid of it for you, Master." The softened timbre of his voice is couched to my still sensitive ears, I suppose. He's entered the sleep chamber unnoticed while I was settling in.
"Don't bother, Anakin. It'll find its own way out, or not." I smile up at my good friend. "I don't mind."
IOIOIOIOIO
The End.
IOIOIOIOIO
A/N Written as a byproduct of many hours spent visiting the sick, in one hospital or another.
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Date: 2014-11-12 04:48 am (UTC)Poor Obi-Wan. Now he appreciates certain things about the hospital.
Sensing a presence that I had not felt in
*snicker*
Surely he wouldn't let Anakin read the bit about wanting him to leave! That might make him emo and... fall right into the welcoming arms of the Chancellor. Oh yes, Anakin, go ahead and read that one. Bwahaha!
Yeah, I love anagram generators, no lie.
Date: 2014-11-12 07:29 am (UTC)Obi-Wan has been featured in countless angsty fics, poisoned and darn near drawn and quartered and then lovingly nurtured back to health by everyone, including but not limited to Qui-Gon and Anakin, that it was fun to see him not quite at death's door. He might miss the all-consuming interest in his person that healers have and their tender mercies while he's at home, though.
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Date: 2014-11-13 04:25 am (UTC)SO SO TRUE! You have captured the essence of all hospital stays (and procedures!). Also, re: the last part with Ahoska and the request for speeder keys! AWESOMENESS
and you know she and Barriss will trash it again XDDDno subject
Date: 2014-11-13 05:13 am (UTC)Yes, when we are ill we get self-centered and tell everyone about our 'op.'
Wasn't last night's Agents of SHIELD bodacious??
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Date: 2014-11-18 02:42 am (UTC)Wasn't last night's Agents of SHIELD bodacious??
Sadly, I have been too busy and/or ill to watch the last two weeks -- I've got my fingers crossed I can catch up this weekend! Then I will totally squee over it with you! ♥
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Date: 2014-11-18 03:49 am (UTC)re: Gnats pt 5
Date: 2014-12-23 09:51 am (UTC)