Archive: MA, Early Years, my own site
(www.dreamwater.com/kalypso)
Disclaimer: All characters herein belong to 'ole Lucas. He's
just lending them for a while, even if he doesn't realize it.
Notes: Dedicated to Danni. / / equals mental telepathy. This is
my first story posted the MA site, although I've been a fan of
the site for about a year now. I hope all of you enjoy it.
"No, you're going."
/But I don't want to!/
"Too bad. You can't even talk. You're going."
/I hate the healers!/
"I don't care. I'm counting to ten. If you're not by the door
ready to go by then, you'll regret it."
/You can't threaten me./
"True, but Master Yoda can."
/You wouldn't dare!/
"Try me."
/All right, all right./ Jedi Master Qui-Gon Jinn grumbled to
his padawan and picked his discarded cloak off of his desk
chair. /You're acting more stifling than a Taun-Taun mother
when her calf is in danger./
"Quiet, or I'll put catnip in your cloak again. You'll never
get the cat off of you," Obi-Wan said, escorting his master
down the hall to the lift. "Besides, you've forced me to go the
healers countless times for reasons that didn't warrant going."
/I'm your master. I get to make you do those sorts of things.
You, I will remind you, are my padawan. You don't get to order
me around./
"Except when you get sick and refuse to go to the healers,
despite the fact that you're running a huge fever that makes
your forehead feel like Tantoine on a summer's day, you have a
cough that sounds like it's coming from your heels, you sound
like a Labrakian wolf that just ran for three days straight
when you breath, and your nose is running more than the
aforementioned Labrakian wolf," Obi-Wan said. "No, you don't
need to go the healers, and you shouldn't listen to your
obviously over-reacting Padawan Learner, who hasn't been able
to sleep for the past two night because of your coughing.
That's the same Padawan Learner who's brought you tea every
hour and has run to the holovid store three times."
/Obi-Wan is such a nag when he's tired./ Qui-Gon thought.
"I heard that."
"He definitely has bronchillitiasticicalarian," the healer
said, looking down Qui-Gon's throat, holding his tongue down
with a flat wooden stick. "You're lucky you came in here when
you did. This is quite serious when it's not treated. How long
has he been sick?"
"About three days now. It started with a head ache and touch of
a sore throat, than escalated into his current state."
"Has he been sleeping?"
"Some. His coughing tends to keep him up. He tends to spend his
time lying on the couch watching holovids, drinking tea and
grumbling, verbally when he could still speak, and mentally
once he lost his voice."
/You're such a nag. How come the healer isn't asking me
questions?/ Qui-Gon' s mental voice was grumpy.
/Because you can't talk. Now hush./
"I'll give you some cough medicine, because that should help
him sleep. Let me know if it doesn't, because then I'll give
you something stronger and some sleep medicine," the healer
checked Qui-Gon's ears one last time, to which Qui-Gon's face
reacted by forming a pout. The healer ignored Qui-Gon and
walked over the medicine cabinet.
/Careful, or your face will stick that way./
/Brat/ Qui-Gon responded.
/Grump/
The healer handed a bottle to Obi-Wan and three containers of
pills. "He should take one dose of Cough medicine every two
hours when he's awake, and three doses immediately prior to
bedtime. He should take one red pill every other hour, but not
with food. He should take two yellow pills every six hours, and
he needs to eat something when he does. The blue pills should
be taken every hour while he's awake, one at a time, and he
needs to be standing, but make sure he isn't near any sort of
electrical appliance, or near running water, and he definitely
should not eat when taking the blue pills. Make sure that he
doesn't take any two different-colored pills at the same time,
and if you have any problems, make sure to call me immediately.
Here are written instructions explaining all of this and any
possible side effects."
Obi-Wan looked at the sheet, curious why all healers had to
write their instructions in Huttese. Of course, it didn't help
that their handwriting looked like a Corellian Tiger was
chasing them as they wrote the instructions.
"Did you get all of that?"
"I think so," Obi-Wan said, his eyes still spinning.
The healer clasped him on the shoulder."You did a good job
getting him down here, kid. Let me know if he's a problem, and
if so we'll keep him down here. Oh-make sure that he doesn't
try to talk for at least a week. Any talking now could damage
his vocal cords forever, and he'll never talk again."
"Oh, if he's problem, he'll have to talk to Master Yoda. That
should deter him," Obi-Wan said. /Please head that warning,
grump./
/Brat/
/Quit complaining./
"Come back in two days for a check-up, and let me know if you
start feeling sick. You've been exposed, so you might get sick,
too."
"I'll see you in two days," Obi-Wan smiled at the healer,
grabbed Qui-Gon's arm, and led his master in the direction of
their quarters.
/At least I don't have to drag you out of here like I had to
drag you in here. Jedi Masters don't look very dignified when
their teenage padawans have to drag them across the floor./
/You're just lucky that this illness doesn't let me use the
Force like I normally can./
/You can still sense the Force though, right?/
/Yes, Bratty-Nag./
/Good, grump./
Inside the healers office, the healer that had tended to
Qui-Gon looked at fellow healer."Masters make the worse
patients."
"I agree."
The End of this part. Continued in "Yellow and Blue Make
Green!"
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