Obi-Wan Kenobi (desertexile) wrote in helladjacent, @ 2017-03-23 14:44:00 |
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Entry tags: | character: gretel, character: obi-wan kenobi |
Who: Obi-Wan and Gretel
What: Obi-Wan looks after Gretel and her wounds.
When: After this.
Where: The Gas Station
Warnings: None.
Status: Complete
This world was nothing like the one Obi-Wan was familiar with, and yet it was everything like the world he was familiar with.
Chaos, destruction, pain. He didn’t need the Force to sense how these things had ravaged this place and the people in it. And then, of course, there were the displaced, himself included, dropped in the middle of a war they weren’t prepared for and expected to survive. He never could have imagined a time when he might miss the glaring suns of Tatooine and the harsh desert storms that swooped over the landscape in a quick and ruinous wave. Every grain of sand a gritty reminder that he had played a significant role in the devastation of the Republic, in the end of the Jedi. He had failed as a mentor, as a father, a brother, and a friend. And now he was here, huddled in the darkness of an unfamiliar planet, failing to protect the last hope for the galaxy who was now an unknown number of light years away.
There had been a lot of commotion when the group of unknown strangers arrived with the injured woman. Obi-Wan hadn’t even met many of the hotel residents who had taken refuge in the gas station, when they began bustling about to assist her. Everything had moved so quickly. And although he couldn’t remember who he had suggested it to first, there didn’t seem to be any complaints to the idea of him taking over her care.
Everyone already had so much to do.
There wasn’t much in the gas station that could be offered in the way of comfort, and when Obi-Wan had taken on the nursing shift, the woman was asleep on a bench in the hallway. Carefully, he rolled up his long cloak and placed it behind her head for a soft support. Then he searched the station for towels. The best he could find were reusable cloths for wiping off windshields, which he soaked in water from the showers and placed on her forehead, with the hopes of preventing any rise in temperature. Obi-Wan was by no means a healer or a medical specialist, but he had seen a lifetime of battle injuries, and he understood that even the smallest bit of attention could be enough to help.
Afterwards, he pulled up a crate beside the bench and meditated. He hoped that he might be able to drawn on the Force to help aid her in the healing process, but it was more difficult than he imagined. He wasn’t sure if it was the stress of being torn from his world or this place itself affecting him, but he could feel that he wasn’t as strong as he ought to have been. Still, he had confidence that the Force was there, regardless of his ability to feel it, surrounding them both. He just needed time to reconnect. Thankfully, Obi-Wan was a man of considerable patience.
And so, while the others were off searching for food and protection, Obi-Wan sat with her in silence, assuring that her makeshift bandages stayed in place, and practicing the breathing techniques he’d learned from Master Yoda as a youngling in the Jedi Temple.
Deep breath in. Deep breath out.