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Having agreed to meet Rogue in De Chima today, Obi-Wan was walking the distance from the teleporter to the cafe that had agreed upon. The plan was to discuss the future of Neo Jedha and the Endeavor Center now that Kanan had left this world.

Seeing as he had no transportation of his own, walking was usually the way it went for him.

He may come to regret this was just as he was arriving, a strange anomaly decided to occur. The Jedi suddenly finding himself in a downpour, but not if the usual kind. In fact he and everyone else outside was being pelted by glittering red crystals that happened to be falling from the sky.

Having been caught out in the open, Obi-Wan made a dash for the nearest place he could find for shelter.

Learning that Kanan had left this world had been painful. ImPorts left all the time, just as they arrived regularly, but it was still hard to lose someone she knew. And though she hadn't known him well, she'd admired the work he'd done with the two centers and the energy he put into helping people. So, of course, she was interested in the centers and helping in any way she could.

She was just arriving in that part of De Chima when the 'storm' began. It wasn't the first time, something similar had happened before, but that didn't make it any less problematic. The cafe was a few blocks away and the crystals thwacking against the roof of her car convinced her that she didn't want to be out there for very long. Clearly, everyone already out in the storm had similar ideas because everyone in sight began dashing for cover. Everyone, including—

Quickly undoing her seatbelt, Rogue flung open the door and half climbed out to wave and get the man's attention. "Obi-Wan! Over here!"

It had been painful for Obi-Wan as well. Kanan had been the only other Jedi from his era, aside from Anakin, who understood him and found a sense of companionship with. It made this world feel all the more lonely without him there. However, he was determined to try and continue what the other man had left behind.

Thoughts of that had currently left his mind though as he pulled up his hood to try and shield his head a bit from the falling crystals. A few of them sliding under his tunic without his notice in the process.

Rogue's shout though was enough to get his attention and Obi-Wan soon came running her direction. He didn't waste any time. Pulling open the door to her car and ducking inside to escape the torrent, closing the door quickly behind him.

"The weather forecast certainly said nothing about this today," he quipped while shaking some crystals out of his clothing. The sparkling red rocks falling into the floorboard of the car. Bending down, he picked one up to look it over.

As soon as he started toward her, Rogue ducked back inside herself, a crystal or two managing to bounce inside onto the seat and floorboard before she got the door closed. She reached over to pop the lock on the passenger door before Obi-Wan arrived, then gave a relieved laugh at the joke he made.

"No, it sure didn't," she agreed with a grin, watching him shake out the crystals and then choose one to examine. She hadn't yet done that herself but she'd also never been that skilled in geology either. "This isn't the first time this has happened. Yesterday, there were green ones that came down."

“I heard something about that. Though I was meditating indoors most of the day.”

So he was fortunate enough not to get caught in that. More fortunate than he probably realized as he would not have found it pleasant to lose his powers.

“Who would have thought it would happen again? Strange things are happening all too often as of late.”

This said as he closely examined the crystal, a bit of a frown coming to his face.

Life had been easy since arriving on this Earth, relatively speaking. Wake up, go to work, cook meals, read books, sleep, and repeat. She hadn't feared for her life at all except for a few incidents that had proved to be the result of miscommunication. Life had been good here. So, of course, things would come to a crashing disaster when she least expected it.

The sight of Hux in that hospital bed would haunt Rogue until the last of her days. Her dearest friend in this universe, the man who had never feared her, who had given her a home when she needed it most, just lying there... What had been done to him would haunt her nightmares from that day forward, she had no doubt. And despite the sins of his past, he didn't deserve it. No one deserved this.

Perhaps that's why she'd hardly stopped holding his hand since those first hours in the hospital. Or perhaps it was the deep-set fear of what would have happened if his attacker had succeeded and she'd lost him forever.

Time seemed to be a blur with a few lucid moments. The nurses kept injecting something into his IV that made him woozy and lightheaded even though he insisted he was fine. He felt the pressure of someone holding his hand at times when he was conscious but would fade out before he had a chance to know who it was.

He slowly opened his eyes as the haze started to fade. He hated the pain medication that made him unable to think clearly or remain conscious, he hated the thought of just laying around when he should be out of bed. It took him a moment to realize someone was once again holding his hand, turning to see Rogue there. He wondered how long she had been sitting there, he remembered Klaus being there and had heard her voice once in a while.

"I'm fine, I'm sure they'll let me out of bed soon," he said, his voice rough. "At least, as soon as they stop giving me so much pain medication." His shoulder and side where Bodhi had twisted the knife still hurt more than anything he had experienced in his life but he wasn't going to show it if he could help it.

The hours felt like days, the smell and sounds of the hospital bringing up the worst memories for Rogue. Seeing Hux's wounds when bandages were changed... it just made it worse. And yet still she stayed there beside him, holding his hand, talking to him whether they were alone or not. She told him about her students, the antics they got up to at school and the strange power outbursts she'd dealt with on a daily basis. She told him the plots of her favorite books and movies, and about all the recipes she hadn't taught him yet.

And then he spoke to her and she breathed a little easier.

"They'll stop giving you so much pain medication when you stop needing it, sugar," she told him with a tired smile, reaching up to smooth back his hair in another assurance for them both. For herself, that he was alive. For him, that he wasn't alone.

He was tired enough that he allowed her to touch his hair, his whole body felt like it had been wrung out. "The pain is manageable, all it does is make me sleep," he said with a frown as he tried to sit up, wincing at the pain as he did so. He just hated laying around.

"Did anyone mention when I can eave?" he asked, not pulling his hand away from hers. It didn't feel unpleasant though he wasn't sure why that was. "I could do with some coffee and something to eat that isn't hospital food."

The fact that he didn't move away from her touch said volumes about his current state. And she knew with all certainty that the pain was most certainly not manageable.

"Without factoring in the nanites, I'd say you probably have a few days to go," she guessed, letting go of his hand to stand and move to the side of the room where a few extra pillows were stashed. "But someone will be by soon to give you a better estimate. Here, let me help you before you tear your stitches."

Carefully avoiding the wound on his shoulder, she slid an arm under his back to lift his weight long enough to wedge one pillow and then two under him. Then she moved the bed's remote to within his reach. "This adjusts the bed if you want to be more upright."

"The level of medical technology here is primitive," he grumbled as he sat up with her help, leaning back against the pillows carefully to avoid the wound on his side. Bodhi Rook had certainly driven in that knife deep and really caused some damage. He didn't want to think about the cuts on his chest right now.

"I'm used to bacta and medical droids taking care of things like this in an afternoon," he said as he settled down. He had never been shot before, however, so this was a new experience. "I don't suppose I could get some coffee and actually something decent instead of the bland stuff they give me," he asked. He wasn't sure if he could take a few more days in the hospital without losing his mind.

"Sorry, boss, you're stuck on a primitive planet with only slightly faster than slow healing." After adjusting the covers on the bed for a moment, she set her hands on her hips and gave him a stern look. "I'll go see what I can find for you to eat that doesn't taste like cardboard if you promise to stay resting in this bed while I'm gone."

He knew that look. He also knew what she was capable of. Arguing with her, especially in his current state, wouldn't get him far. And he had to admit that he was hungry and something better than hospital food sounded better than anything at the moment.

"I will not leave the bed," he finally said after a moment. He still felt too lightheaded to go very far anyway and he wasn't sure how long he had been in bed. He doubted he would be steady on his feet at the moment.

That particular phrasing clued her into some bright idea he'd clearly had, but so long as he didn't try standing, he should be fine for the few minutes she'd be gone. He was on enough pain medication that even without the injuries he'd endured, she doubted he'd be able to stay standing for long, let alone walk in a straight line without falling into something.

"Okay then," she agreed after her own moment of consideration. "I'll be back in a bit. Your phone is in the side table's drawer, you call me if you need anything before I get back."

"Alright, I will." As soon as she left the room, he considered his options. He wouldn't leave the bed, he had promised not to after all. But he had no intention of just sitting still. A good step to showing he was fine and didn't need to sit around in bed all day was to try to sit on the edge of the bed instead of just laying around.

That meant sitting up more and twisting around. The first time he tried it pain lanced through his side from the stab wound. That was going to be more difficult than he had expected. The paid medications slowed his thinking to his frustration but he wasn't deterred just yet. He leaned over to try to pull the covers off of his legs so he could move around but that also caused a great deal of pain. This wasn't going as well as he had hoped.

He laid back to consider his options, closing his eyes for a moment. That moment stretched into minutes and before he knew it he had dozed off enough that the next thing he remembered was Rogue coming back into the room.

After a quick peek in the hospital's cafeteria, Rogue concluded that everything in there was the same sad quality as what Hux had already been receiving and so there was only one thing to do: go to the store. Two blocks from the hotel was a small grocery store that suited her needs just fine, and there was even a coffee shop beside it. What a lovely coincidence.

Within half an hour, she was armed with a bag full of items and a steaming cup of coffee for her friend who she was very pleased upon her return to see was still in bed where she'd left him. In fact, it looked like he'd gotten some rest, for which she was glad.

"I got you that coffee you wanted," she informed him, moving his mobile tray over the bed. There was a straw sticking out of the lid. "The straw is so you don't accidentally spill it when the meds kick in."

"Don't let them give me anymore," he said as he carefully sat up a little more as he smelled the sweet aroma of the coffee. He reached for the cup first, hoping that the caffeine would help wake him up some more. He felt as if he was still clearing out the fog in his mind and the rest of his body felt heavy.

"What did you get?" he asked as he took a careful sip of coffee. It tasted so good, the best thing he had tasted in days.

Don't let them. She'd be encouraging the nurses to give him more because he obviously wasn't in a state to make that call himself. Ridiculous hurt ginger.

"Nothing too rich or heavy," she explained as she unpacked the bag. A few clementines, a couple of peaches and bananas, a small jar of peanut butter, a jar of jam, and a package of english muffins. "Anything too extreme might make you nauseous with all your medication, but you'll at least get some flavor with these."

He normally avoided eating fruit and vegetables but right now anything was better than hospital food. He put the coffee down so he could pick up a peach. He winced when he reached too far but was determined to hide it. The last thing he wanted was for one of the nurses to come in with more pain medication.

"I'm fine, I haven't felt sick at all," he insisted as he eyed the English muffins while eating the peach. He didn't think about how he already felt tired, refusing to lay back down. This was the most awake he had felt in the last two days and he wasn't going to sleep if he could help it.

It's been a few days since crystals started raining across the Porter cities, and Knock Out's gathered a few of them to study in his hangar workspace. At the moment he's got a chunk of White Kryptonite on his testing table and a small selection of houseplants -- where did he gets those from? don't ask -- sitting nearby waiting to be used for scientific purposes.

The hangar has been fully converted to a Cybertronian-sized lap space, courtesy of Darin's metalworking and supplies from StarkTech. And Knock Out seems quite comfortable moving around, obviously pleased to have his own setup where he can tinker and study.

The main hangar large doors are closed at the moment, but the regular entrance, human-sized door is unlocked should anyone be dropping by.

Edited 2019-08-20 03:17 (UTC)

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