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Helping his former master up from his council seat, Anakin frowned down at the pale omega. “Okay that’s it Obi-Wan, I’m going to drag you to the healers and I think the Council is in agreement with me.” He said sternly even as his shielding wobbled before righting itself.
Lately things had been so difficult, like he had been thrown about in his own head.
But he couldn’t quite focus on that as Obi-Wan had been showing signs of decline since the start of the war.
‘Or rather since I left his side as his padawan.’ Anakin thought grimly to himself even as the rest of the council vehemently agreed with Anakin’s assessment and Obi-Wan weakly tried to fend the others off that he was fine despite Anakin pretty much carrying his entire weight.
In the start it had not been that apparent.
Obi-Wan had seemed tired and a bit pale but pushed through it and they were everyone tired of the war from the first day despite Anakin at first finding excitement in the stars and flying.
The loss of life did that to you.
But then Obi-Wan started to sleep standing upright, leaning against walls, a persistent cough became part of his day to day and Anakin had often complained to Padme about the lack of appetite that was now even worse than ever.
Before he could skip a meal because he was busy.
Now he seemed to be outright ill when he ate or ate small portions. And then there were Obi-Wan’s bloody heats.
Anakin was used to guarding the door to Obi-Wan’s heats because he still carried those old bone deep anxieties from Tatooine when omegas were taken advantage off in their heats, so he knew what Obi-Wan smelled like and knew what he sounded like during a heat alone in his nest.
Dark chocolate and sweet cherries and small whining noises with the occasional moan if he was pleasing himself.
Now though?
Now Obi-Wan cried during his heats and he had eavesdropped on a whispered conversation between Bant and Obi-Wan a few weeks ago where his master admitted that his heats were hurting him.
And now Obi-Wan could barely walk, was stumbling as Anakin guided him to the door.
Enough was enough, Anakin was going to get Obi-Wan in front of a healer for a full checkup and no one was going to stop him, not even Obi-Wan.
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Healer Tana had looked over Obi-Wan, given him the basic checkup but eventually ze had pulled back and with frustrated tentacles in the air while confirming that physically Obi-Wan should not be suffering at all.
Ready to tear his hair out, Anakin had been about to help Obi-Wan to his feet again when Tana slapped their tentacles on the counter and told them to wait.
Confused, Obi-Wan and Anakin had indeed settled to wait and after five minutes, Tana returned with a human named Bubbles and turned Obi-Wan over to her. The woman had cupped Obi-Wan’s head and closed her eyes, thumbs pressed into his temples.
A mindhealer.
‘Ze called a mindhealer?’ Anakin thought with outrage, standing up from his seat only to freeze when she made a shocked noise, dropping her hands from Obi-Wan’s face. “What?” He questioned sharply as Obi-Wan blinked up at her tiredly.
“…You have unfulfilled mating bonds master Kenobi. There is a dark Force blocking them away from your knowledge and understanding,” She nervously rubbed her hands together, eyes wide. “Whoever did this must have snuck it past your defenses and like oil on the surface of the water, obscured what you needed.” Healer Bubbles said strongly.
“Bonds? Plural?” Obi-Wan swallowed heavily while blinking up at the woman, as unknowing of the bonds everyone else.
Anakin held his breath, confused and shocked. ‘Obi-Wan has mates? Someone’s been keeping them from him with the dark side?’ His eyes narrowed as rage pulsed beneath his skin. Someone had slowly ‘poisoned’ Obi-Wan because that’s what happened when mates were kept from each other.
And that was why he was so ill.
“Can it broken? The thing keeping the mating bonds hidden?” Anakin asked tightly as Obi-Wan seemed to try and understand the situation.
“Yes, but I will require the aid of stronger Jedi than myself.” Bubbles said before moving to confer with Tana.
Anakin took that chance to move closer to Obi-Wan and took the others cold, pale hand in his, squeezing gently to prompt the redhead to look up at him, the gaze lost and sad. “…Its going to be alright Obi-Wan, we’ll find your mates.” Anakin whispered, smiling slightly when Obi-Wan squeezed in return with a weak smile.