in the houses of healing

[taughttolisten]

WHO: Obi-Wan and OPEN! tag yourself innnnn
WHERE: Suburban Hospital
WHEN: Morning/afternoon, April 19th-20th
WARNINGS: nnnnot really
SUMMARY: Obi-Wan got the crap beaten out of him by Ganondorf. CR MAKES IT ALL BETTER THOUGH.
FORMAT: Quicklog, though para switches are not out of the question :3

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[quite damn early; not long after the network post]

[insourarmor]

[[The creak of the door and a soft crinkle of crepe paper herald Fakir's arrival. He peers around the edge of the door, looking a little too much like a little kid sneaking into somewhere he shouldn't be. The nurse behind him informs him otherwise and sort of shoos him in.

He steps in looking uncharacteristically sheepish, holding a small wrapped bundle of flowers under one arm and a bag in one hand. His right arm is bandaged, but he appears unharmed aside from that.

His only greeting is an awkward smile.]]

[taughttolisten]

[[And Obi-Wan immediately brightens, forgetting all his own injuries at the sight of his Padawan mostly unharmed.]]

Fakir.

[insourarmor]

[[His smile broadens and turns more confident as he closes the door behind him. He steps into the room and sets the bag and flowers on the little table near the bed before taking a seat on the bed's edge.]] How are you feeling?

[taughttolisten]

Much better. [[He coughs--dammit, having the wind knocked out of him by a Ganonfoot in his back is about as bad as allergy season in the Tidal Basin. But oh well. He's over it soon enough.]] And decidedly improved now that you're here.

[[Hang on. He sees that bandage, Fakir.]]

What happened to your arm?

[some while later, post-Fakir]

[bluffing_ruffle]

[A day or two of rest? Hah! Hardly. Not with Sir Gruffsalot coming to tear you a new one for being so reckless. The nurses are probably going to have to come in and sedate someone, and it won't be you.]

[Unlike Fakir, Edgeworth had not been afraid to come in. In fact, other than a cursory knock, he didn't take the time to do anything other than walk in with his arms folded over his chest and a HMPH ready on the tip of his tongue.]

plz don't Ruffle my legs mr. prosecutor ;o;

[taughttolisten]

[Oh. Well. Obi-Wan looks a little startled to see him, though not unpleasantly so. He makes the effort to sit up a little, unconsciously tipping his head to knock his mussed hair over the side of his face with the black eye.]

fine. but only because i don't want to get thrown out of this room. /huff

[bluffing_ruffle]

[Oho, Obi-Wan, you wicked thing. Trying to hide evidence, eh? Trying to obstruct an investigation, hm? I'm on to you, sir. I see what you did there.]

...Kenobi.

[Taking in the picture of the Jedi in the hospital bed with a narrowed, practised eye. Then, in a decisive tone, he adds]

You look like hell.

thank you sir i like my kneecaps very much so i'm particularly grateful sir

[taughttolisten]

[Uh oh. I know that look. That's the look one of the Temple Masters gives you when they just know you took a snack into the library, and even though there is no concrete evidence pointing to you as the one who accidentally knocked over that very large stack of holobooks, they will come up with some and they will end you for it.]

It's good to see you too.

[taughttolisten]

[[OMG. Fluffy healerkid with food. *A*]]

Bakura! I'm glad you could make it over.

[taughttolisten]

[[yes but mostly fluffy healerkid! though a cat is fine too.]]

Well, hello, Pelor. [[He smiles broadly, reaching out to let her sniff his fingers.]] Lovely to meet you. You have a very brave master, I hope you're aware.

[aslandish]

[He understands an invitation when he hears one so sometime during the day of the twentieth, he appears. There are no disguises this time, but there's no need for them since he can pass where he chooses without being seen. This meeting will be for them and them alone, and no others shall intrude upon it.

He pads silently over to the bed, an other-worldliness and grace to him that defies what most could or desired to comprehend.]

You called.

[taughttolisten]

[For a moment he's convinced he's hallucinating the sight of an enormous and beautiful lion in his hospital room, looking at him without predatory intent.

And when the lion speaks, his eyes go wide. He knows that voice. He'd know it anywhere.]

...you came, [he says, a little lamely.]

[aslandish]

[There's a flicker of something in those golden eyes. Amusement, perhaps, but not at Obi-Wan's expense.]

Did you believe I would not?

[taughttolisten]

I--ah. I'm still...

[Still what? Trying to grasp the concept of what this sunlit being is, why it wears a familiar face and voice, why it is so much kinder to him than the cruel gods he's used to by now?

He bows his head a little, both reverent and apologetic.]

...it's a lesson one learns very early, that simply asking will not always make things happen.

Some time after that earlier post, approx an hour

[helokitynkevlar]

Mindy couldn't lie about it. This was Obi Wan Kenobi she was going to visit. Some ten year old with flowers who was asking for what room the gentleman was in. She had remembered the name and gotten the room, and as she knocked on the door, she poked her head in.

No, Mindy, don't give away that she knows it's Obi-Wan, one of the coolest jedis ever.

"I uh," she kept the flowers close to her chest, "know I don't know you but..."

She held up the flowers, "I hope you're not allergic."

HI HIT GIRL 8D

[taughttolisten]

At the sight of a new visitor, Obi-Wan brightened slightly. He'd been in the middle of writing an essay for Fakir (no easy task with a still-sensitive bandaged arm) and had gotten somewhat stuck on a paragraph about exercises for confronting fears, so the distraction was more than welcome.

"Not as far as I know," he answered, and the cheer in his voice was honest. "Thank you so much--they're lovely."

HI OBI WAN :D

[helokitynkevlar]

She slowly entered the room and looked around. There didn't seem to be a place to put them, and while there weren't a lot of flowers, she wished she had a place for them to look nice.

"I'm Mindy," she said. She seemed a little tense, not because he was a bad guy-this was Obi-Wan, but because it must have seemed a little weird for a little girl to be visiting a stranger. But he looked like he needed company, so she gave a smile.

NEW FRIENDS YAY \o/

[taughttolisten]

"Mindy," he said, giving her a cordial nod, "I'm Ben. Very pleased to meet you. And--don't worry about finding a place to put those, I'm sure I'll find a vase sooner or later. Please, sit down."