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The first time Obi-Wan woke up all he could feel was terror, he started clawing at his eyes. He couldn't see. Why couldn't he see? Then it started coming back, the blaster shot. The pain. It had hurt. It was easily the worst pain he had ever been in. There were bandages in his way, so he started pulling at those, desperately trying to trying to get to his eyes. Force it hurts, make it stop. Someone was grabbing at his wrists, gently but firmly pulling them away from what was probably a terrible sight. He tried to blink, trying to make the fog go away. But it was persistent. A sharp poke at his neck pulled his focus, and before too long fog was setting into his brain too.
Obi-Wan could faintly hear someone talking over him when he came to. Their voice was a deep timber, low and quiet. They sounded like they were trying to whisper to someone, though they were failing if Obi-Wan could hear them. Then a second voice seemed to reply to them, in a louder but just as somber tone. He wondered what they might be talking about. What ever it was they sounded very sad about it. He then tried moving his right hand, only to find it stuck. Something holding it down, he then tried his left, same thing. Had they cuffed him? He didn't like the cuffs. Maybe the Master had found him again. The Master loved his toy.
He took a deep breath, it was slightly hard. His ribs protested the movement but he pushed through it. Once he felt like he could get an exhale out without it being shaky. He then turned to his hearing, he could he someone faintly breathing near by. Now that he was calm, he could feel a dip in the bed on his right side. There was someone sleeping with their head on his bed. There also seemed to be a blanket covering Obi-Wan from head to toe. Which was unusual, all of the youngs fabric had gone towards the babes. The young. He had abandoned them, his rash decisions could mean their deaths. And now he was stuck, chained to a bed. Unable to see.
Useless.
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The first time Obi-Wan woke up he had rightfully been terrified, desperately clawing at his bandaged eyes. Mace and Walon had to pull his hands away from his face. Walon pulling out a sedative from the small pack of medical supplies that they had on hand. The boy gone limp, the drugs kicking in quickly.
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It hurt to see him like that, so terrified of something covering his face. That he would scratch at his own skin to get rid of it. When they had found him he was in bad shape. Approximately two ribs broken and a blaster mark going from eye to eye over the bridge of his nose. It had been downright nasty, eyelashes burnt off from the heat of it. Parts of his eyebrows were gone too, leaving little bits of red hair left. The upper part of his face was just an open wound, skin and muscle burned in the worst spots. His left eye took the most damage.
The med droid did not seem confident about that eye too, it stated that ‘it may be beyond saving at this point’. That left a sour taste in Mace’s mouth, to know that Obi-Wan could be left blinded by this. By Qui-Gon’s actions, Obi-Wan could have lifelong problems. The sight that they had found him in was etched into Mace’s head, permanently stuck replaying the scene, the blistered skin of his face, and the gut wrenching noises the boy was emitting.
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They were soft, but no less heart pulling. It ached to hear them, to know that the once quiet boy could be made to make such noises. His boy. Though he ashamed to admit it, he already is attached to him. Just like he is attached to the boys adoptive fathers. Jaster and Kal. How is he to explain this to them? A sob suddenly breaks through his teeth, and the urge to retch his growing with each new thought. And the sobs don't stop, they keep getting louder. Mace can hear someone speaking, and it takes him a minute to realize its him. Begging to some unknown goddess for her mercy on his boy. And it hurts, the sobs.
Mace can faintly feel himself pulling at his comm, getting to Jaster’s number and pressing it even as tears fall through the holo screen. It rings for three beats before someone picks up.