"I was expecting the whip," Qui-Gon said. "Didi told us about it. I was watching her wrist. Next time, you will be as well."
Qui-Gon twisted around to look at his shoulder. Obi-Wan saw that his tunic was tattered. Blood soaked the edges. "You're hurt!"
"The spikes caught me. A little bacta and I'll be fine. Come, Padawan. We'd better get back to Didi with the bad news." Qui-Gon grimaced as he peeled back the cloth from the wound. "I don't think this bounty hunter is going away."
Chapter 4
"She injured your person!" Didi cried as soon as he saw Qui-Gon. "I cannot believe such a thing!" His hands flew to his mouth. "That means she is truly dangerous. Oh, I am in more trouble than I thought!"
"Never mind your troubles for the moment. We need water so we can clean the wound," Obi-Wan said sharply to Didi.
"Of course, of course, let me help. I have a med kit here somewhere…" Didi began to fuss around the desk, pushing aside datasheets, receipts, tins, and boxes.
"Never mind. Obi-Wan, it is okay to leave me. Go get your medpac," Qui-Gon said.
Quickly, Obi-Wan found his medpac. Didi brought a basin of water. Obi-Wan moved forward but Didi waved him away.
Obi-Wan watched as Didi cut away the tunic and carefully cleaned the wound, making sure no dirt or fabric remained in the torn flesh. His plump fingers were surprisingly delicate. He worked quickly and expertly, with no trace of hesitation. Obi-Wan couldn't help but admire his skill. He would have expected the excitable Didi to feel faint, or moan with sickness at the sight of blood.
Didi dripped bacta into the wound and then with great gentleness wrapped a clean bandage around it.
"Thank you," Qui-Gon said. "I could not ask for better care."