Did Anakin Meet Padme Again After His Death
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Anakin is finally reunited with Padme, Obi-Wan, and his mother after his death in Return of the Jedi. They accept already forgiven him. He just has to forgive himself.
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Luke's light is fading simply then is the pain. He doesn't want to get out the soft glow in the Force which is his child—his children, merely letting get is sweeter than falling asleep.
He is nearly surprised when he wakes upwardly and the earth hasn't ended.
He realizes with a jolt that he is continuing upward, but no sooner has the idea crossed his mind than his legs buckle beneath him. He collapses onto the hard-packed clay and his knees can experience the grit on the ground—to his astonishment they are made of flesh once again. The weight of all those years and all their crimes, all their deaths is suffocating equally the sobs accept him.
Anakin's wails repeat off the dry bandage walls. The room is dim and smells of grease and hot sand and he is alone, alone and lost in the unabridged universe. There is no i and nada else, just Anakin and the horror he has created. His ragged howls tear up his throat. His whole trunk trembles with grief.
Just when he feels like he can acquit information technology no longer, a gentle hand comes to balance on his shoulder. He doesn't accept to look up to know who it belongs to.
"Shh, my Ani, information technology's all over now," a familiar voice soothes.
"Mom," he manages to whimper in between sobs. She kneels beside him and cradles his head against her chest. Anakin's fingers find purchase in fistfuls of her threadbare apparel, clinging desperately equally though he might fall, and so starved is he for a friendly affect. His chest heaves with a lung capacity he hasn't had in years, he has torn his lip badly and he tastes blood. His shoulders milk shake involuntarily, snot and tears mingling on his burning face.
"Everything will be alright."
"I'm so…sorry," he wails, hating the hoarse sound of his own voice and knowing that the words mean nothing, that he has no right to enquire forgiveness, no right—
"Non now, love. In that location will be time."
Anakin sobs as if he's trying to purge himself of the horrors he has seen and done, and Shmi holds him tightly through the storm, rocking gently. When the sobs subside into weak hiccups and he'due south worn himself out, she guides him to a bed—his bed, he realizes. Shmi holds a damp cloth to his face up—deliciously cool, a pang of guilt, a selfish waste material of h2o. She wipes away the mucus and the blood, and kisses his brow.
"Balance, my Ani. You lot take a long journey ahead. I love you e'er."
She stays past his side, rubbing big circles across his back as he cries himself to slumber.
When Anakin awakens, the first thing he notices is the absence of pain. Sidious'due south droids had engineered every particular of his suit to prolong his desperation and fuel his anger; it has been and then long since he has woken upward without feeling pain.
The 2nd matter he realizes is that he doesn't fit in his bed anymore. His legs are besides long, and he has been sleeping with them folded up awkwardly. His room looks much every bit it had the day he left it to join the Jedi Order. He tin't resist glancing around, wondering if he might see Threepio.
"Ani," his female parent says warmly from the doorway. Anakin sits upwardly slowly, afraid to speak in case he starts crying again.
"Come up, sweetheart. Breakfast."
The bowl she sets in front of him is filled with porridge and blue foam, merely like she would have made for him every bit a child.
A nighttime shadow falls beyond Anakin's face. He catches Shmi's glance, and so looks down in shame. "I wanted to salve you. I was too tardily. I'grand distressing."
"You lot could not accept prevented information technology, sweetheart," she says. "Simply you already know that."
She's right. His apology is not for leaving her backside, nor for returning too late. It's for something much bigger.
Anakin gulps. In some ways that showtime stumble is his greatest secret. He never told anyone besides Padmé how he had first allowed the darkness into his heart, not considering Sidious had commanded it but considering it felt skillful, considering he wanted Tuskans' hearts to injure like his did. Shmi had taught him kindness, and he had murdered in her proper noun—he had savored it. How tin he brainstorm to enquire her forgiveness for tainting her memory with the blood of children?
"I did something horrible," he whispers.
Shmi puts her hand over his. "I am at peace in the Forcefulness, Ani. I love y'all fully and always, the practiced and the bad together. But in that location are some here who have not found their peace yet. If you lot truly wish to notice yours, you must assist them."
"How?"
"You'll know."
"Who are they?"
"Many that you have met earlier," Shmi says.
Fear lurches up in Anakin's tum. He can recollect of enough people he does not want to see over again.
"This is the path before you. You take travelled a long road here, and yous must travel a longer one out again."
"Will you lot come with me?" he says without raising his optics to run into hers.
"What does your centre tell you?" Shmi counters.
A trembling sense of conclusion joins the fright and dread that echo through him. "That I'll run across you lot once more," he answers at last. "But…just if I do this. Alone."
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(but a quick author'due south annotation - this is somewhat lower down on my to-do list, but I practise hope to shape it into a longer fic featuring Padme, Obi-Wan, Qui-Gon, etc. someday!)
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Padmé says the Naboo still remember information technology each year, like a vacation. Anakin and Obi-Wan remember information technology likewise, but for them, it'southward never been a festive occasion.
Anakin hasn't seen his master yet today. He got ready for classes in an empty apartment, then he'd been preoccupied with Advanced Astronavigation and Economic science and Inner-Cadre Literature. Merely while his classmates plough towards the refectory during their dejeuner intermission, Anakin hangs dorsum. He slips off in the direction of the Room of a Thousand Fountains.
He expects to observe Obi-Wan meditating nether the tree, the i they planted there together eight years agone because the poor thing had grown too large for its pot, roots creeping through the drainage holes and cracking the ancient ceramic until it gave way to dirt and grit, just one more unpleasant surprise waiting for them when they arrived at Obi-Wan'due south flat at the end of that horrible twenty-four hours.
The spot below the tree is empty. Obi-Wan is not there.
"Padawan Skywalker,"
Anakin jumps at Mace Windu's vocalization. Mace knows what mean solar day it is too.
"Y'all might check the preparation salles," the Korun master suggests. His demeanor reveals no emotion, as ever, but he makes middle contact with Anakin in a way that sends a jolt of fear straight to Anakin's middle.
"Yes, Principal," Anakin mumbles, already brushing past.
"Room v," Mace adds, slipping something into his hand. It's a single-use access chip for one of the Knights-merely preparation salles. Anakin walks faster.
What Anakin finds in Training Salle 5 makes him experience tiny and nine years former over again. Sweat shines on Obi-Wan'south face every bit he carves a droid to bits with seamless Ataru strokes. He throws his unabridged body into the movements, fighting with all the bitter acrimony and assailment he'd scolded Anakin for equally a child, knocking the practice droids downwards faster than they can reassemble themselves.
Anakin knows that Obi-Wan'southward precision with such a loose, expressive style was hard-earned, that he had spent hours in these halls repeating the forms over and over. And he knows why. Information technology was no coincidence that his master had become preoccupied with the class designed to counter stiff but slow weapons like a dualsaber.
Anakin knows why Obi-Wan needs to drill these well-learned movements today, on the eighth anniversary of the Battle of Theed.
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loki-reindeer-games: So.... what if Anakin gets the news that he is going to have the Trials of Knighthood in a week and completely shuts everyone out in his panic to set up himself and and then he gets ill from not sleeping or something bad happens to him.
Anakin stepped dorsum to the edge of the mat and began the drill once more.
His muscles moved seamlessly through the familiar movements, performing each step of the kata with fluid perfection. He vaguely remembered that it had been hard once, in fact, this particular kata had been the source of many lectures on patience from his dear old master.
"I don't understand why you're angry. I thought you wanted to accept the Trials," Padme had said.
"Well, it's about time Obi-Wan recommended me. He stalled long plenty. Information technology's been humiliating." Anakin huffed.
He scowled when he idea of Obi-Wan, and his sore calves wobbled and unbalanced his lunge. He stood, pout deepening, and moved back to the border of the mat to brainstorm again.
He had learned and grown since that time when Obi-Wan used to lecture. At present his torso remembered each motion without him having to remember about information technology.
Anakin completed the kata this time. He drilled it once again, faster. He drilled it again, and once again at a punishing pace, starting over any time he wavered. His muscles burned with the anguish of it, every bit he ignored how heavy his lightsaber grew in his hands.
"Is it the sort of thing you lot have to exercise for?"
"No. I mean, I know my lightsaber forms and stuff, but at that place'southward no telling what they'll throw at me. Obi-Wan didn't fifty-fifty have to take them, then I can't even ask him."
In that location was a long pause. "I'g gear up," Anakin said. "Even Obi-Wan knows I accept the skill, he just also biting to acknowledge information technology."
"I don't know if that's quite truthful, Ani," said Padme carefully. "The part about Obi-Wan, I mean."
Anakin hmmphed.
Every bit he made more than devil-may-care mistakes, his frustration surged, making him fifty-fifty sloppier. He returned to the edge of the mat i more than time, pushing his limbs through the motions. He stumbled once more, sinking down on one knee to avoid toppling over completely.
He wasn't sure why he felt like blood was suddenly rushing to his caput.
He breathed out through his olfactory organ and pushed to his feet. He had to get this right.
This room in the senior padawan dojo was his for the next 3 days. Perchance information technology had not been good etiquette to book information technology for 24 hours several days in a row, simply actually, he had been using it for most of that time. He needed the silence to concentrate. He reminded himself now to concentrate.
He inhaled to center himself and ignited his saber again, but earlier he stepped into the starting time stance, the room spun.
"Padawan Skywalker!"
Little feet came rushing across the padded flooring. The two initiates shouldn't have been allowed in here; perhaps they were admirers. Anakin'southward saber skill was thoroughly revered amidst the younger members of the Social club.
"Exercise y'all demand help?" the little girl asked.
"What?" asked Anakin, feeling the coolness of the mat beneath his cheek. He couldn't remember why he was all of a sudden horizontal.
The boy retrieved his fallen lightsaber and tried to put information technology back in his hands. The little girl continued, "Are you okay? Do you need a healer?"
Anakin waved dismissively at them.
"Non at all," he said with a smirk. He decided he was going to get that kata right this time, and give the kids a good testify.
As he got to his anxiety, nevertheless, the plan quickly changed. His legs wobbled, and his caput felt fifty-fifty worse. It was all he could practise non to throw up the caf he had drank as breakfast, and lunch…and come up to call up of information technology, dinner the night before too.
"You lot know what, if yous kids desire to play in the senior dojo until I become back, the room's all yours. No one else is supposed to come in here," he said, watching their faces light up until they forgot all about their business concern. He hurried towards the shower rooms.
Anakin's intention was to splash some h2o on his face, puke if he had to, get information technology out of his system, and render to the dojo with a clearer mind.
He made it about x steps in that direction.
The next affair Anakin knew, there was a healer kneeling by his caput.
"Your finger, please?" asked Healer Winna as Anakin sat up, rapidly deducing what had happened. Anakin allowed her to prick him for a blood sample, and accepted the carton of juice she pressed into his hand.
While he sipped at the juice, feeling foolish, Winna consulted her handheld medscanner. "As I thought. When's the concluding time you ate?"
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By far the most common request I go is for pre-ROTS Anakin malaise/fluff, so here you lot go!
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"Haven't you noticed?"
It took weeks before Padmé institute the courage to ask Obi-Wan that question. Something had been…not wrong per se, but just a lilliputian bit off for a very long time.
Every time Anakin returned to Coruscant after a deployment of several weeks, he looked worse and worse. This fourth dimension, when they had met upwardly at their favorite late-night café in the middle level of the city, Padmé was shocked by the man who stood before her. It was worse than the usual blend of tired and harried; Anakin looked absolutely defeated.
He ordered a triple-forcefulness caf and nothing else, and barely paid attention to their conversation. Even news about the baby, who recently started kicking, only earned her one-half a grin.
Padmé invited him back to her apartment with the intention of getting some food into him at least, simply it was late and he said he was merely tired. She wanted to press him, but the rare nights when they were both on Coruscant were and so precious that Padmé couldn't bear to spend i arguing.
Padmé took the medicine she'd recently been prescribed to calm her own nerves (considering wasn't the war weighing on all of them?) and crawled into bed beside him. She took Anakin's easily in hers and placed them over her infant crash-land. "It will be worth it in the end if we can build a better world for our child," she whispered.
"There's nada I wouldn't practise to accomplish that," he growled back. Not exactly the reaction she had hoped for, just he hadn't disagreed.
She fell asleep there in his arms, nevertheless worried.
She awoke to the sound of a scream, and then Anakin's hand on her cheek.
"You're okay," he whispered, panting. "Yous're live."
"Of course I am," she whispered back, putting her artillery around his neck, only Anakin pushed himself gratis.
"I dreamed…you and Obi-Wan. I lost both of you. Obi-Wan-"
"Ani, I'm okay, and I'thousand sure Obi-Wan is too. Isn't he safe in the Temple? Lie back downward."
Anakin rolled to his feet and began shoving his artillery through the sleeves of his Jedi robes.
"It'due south the centre of the night, Ani. It was simply a dream. Do you desire to put something on the holo to calm down?"
"I can't—I would die if—I shouldn't fifty-fifty be here, Padmé," he said, gesturing wildly. "We're going to become caught. Somebody'southward going to know."
"Stay,"
"I'll see you tomorrow."
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loki-reindeer-games-weblog asked:
So.... what if Anakin gets the news that he is going to take the Trials of Knighthood in a week and completly shuts anybody out in his panic to prepare himself and and so he gets ill from non sleeping or something bad happens to him.
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Anakin stepped back to the border of the mat and began the drill again.
His muscles moved seamlessly through the familiar movements, performing each pace of the kata with fluid perfection. He vaguely remembered that information technology had been hard once, in fact, this particular kata had been the source of many lectures on patience from his beloved old primary.
"I don't understand why yous're aroused. I thought y'all wanted to have the Trials," Padme had said.
"Well, it's about time Obi-Wan recommended me. He stalled long enough. It's been humiliating." Anakin huffed.
He scowled when he thought of Obi-Wan, and his sore calves wobbled and unbalanced his lunge. He stood, frown deepening, and moved back to the edge of the mat to begin over again.
He had learned and grown since that time when Obi-Wan used to lecture. Now his body remembered each movement without him having to recollect about it.
Anakin completed the kata this time. He drilled it again, faster. He drilled it once again, and again at a punishing pace, starting over whatsoever time he wavered. His muscles burned with the ache of information technology, as he ignored how heavy his lightsaber grew in his hands.
"Is it the sort of thing you have to practice for?"
"No. I hateful, I know my lightsaber forms and stuff, just there'south no telling what they'll throw at me. Obi-Wan didn't fifty-fifty have to accept them, then I can't even enquire him."
In that location was a long pause. "I'thousand ready," Anakin said. "Even Obi-Wan knows I accept the skill, he just besides bitter to admit it."
"I don't know if that'southward quite true, Ani," said Padme carefully. "The role almost Obi-Wan, I mean."
Anakin hmmphed.
Equally he made more careless mistakes, his frustration surged, making him fifty-fifty sloppier. He returned to the edge of the mat one more time, pushing his limbs through the motions. He stumbled again, sinking down on 1 knee to avoid toppling over completely.
He wasn't sure why he felt like blood was suddenly rushing to his head.
He breathed out through his olfactory organ and pushed to his feet. He had to get this correct.
This room in the senior padawan dojo was his for the next 3 days. Perhaps information technology had not been good etiquette to book it for 24 hours several days in a row, but really, he had been using it for nearly of that time. He needed the silence to concentrate. He reminded himself now to concentrate.
He inhaled to middle himself and ignited his saber again, only before he stepped into the first stance, the room spun.
"Padawan Skywalker!"
Little anxiety came rushing beyond the padded floor. The 2 initiates shouldn't take been immune in here; perhaps they were admirers. Anakin'southward saber skill was thoroughly revered amid the younger members of the Social club.
"Practice yous need help?" the little daughter asked.
"What?" asked Anakin, feeling the coolness of the mat beneath his cheek. He couldn't remember why he was suddenly horizontal.
The male child retrieved his fallen lightsaber and tried to put information technology back in his hands. The little girl continues, "Are you okay? Exercise you demand a healer?"
Anakin waved dismissively at them.
"Not at all," he said with a smirk. He decided he was going to get that kata correct this time, and requite the kids a good show.
As he got to his feet, however, the programme apace changed. His legs wobbled, and his caput felt even worse. It was all he could practice non to throw up the caf he had drank as breakfast, and tiffin…and come up to think of it, dinner the nighttime before as well.
"Yous know what, if yous kids want to play in the senior dojo until I get back, the room's all yours. No one else is supposed to come up in here," he said, watching their faces light up until they forgot all nearly their concern. He hurried towards the shower rooms.
Anakin's intention was to splash some h2o on his face, puke if he had to, go information technology out of his system, and return to the dojo with a clearer mind.
He fabricated information technology about ten steps in that direction.
The adjacent affair Anakin knew, at that place was a healer kneeling by his head.
"Your finger, please?" asked Healer Winna as Anakin sat up, quickly deducing what had happened. Anakin allowed her to prick him for a blood sample, and accepted the carton of juice she pressed into his hand.
While he sipped at the juice, feeling foolish, Winna consulted her handheld medscanner. "Equally I thought. When's the final time you ate?"
Anakin thought for a moment. "…breakfast." he decided.
Winna opened her mouth to say that wasn't equally bad as she'd feared, only for Anakin to amend,
"Breakfast two days agone." He'd met up with Padme, and she'd pestered him into eating half of her scone. He wasn't certain of the last time he ate an actual meal.
"How much caf have y'all had?" she asked.
"Hardly whatever," Anakin lied.
"Okay, well your pulse is fashion out of line, so if you oasis't been consuming stimulants I'm going to bring you in for farther tests to find out the cause." She took the empty juice box and placed a package of biscuits in his hand.
She was probably bluffing. Was she? "Fine, mayhap 5 or six cups,"
"Anakin,"
Anakin whipped his head around and realized that the healer had non come alone. Obi-Wan was likewise crouched on the floor abreast him.
He turned back to Winna with a expect of utter betrayal.
"Hey, this might be the last time I always get to phone call your master on you, Padawan Skywalker," the healer teased. She patted him on the articulatio genus. "No more than caf or tea for a while. Get some food and sleep; yous might still exist a lilliputian shaky for a few days but yous'll be alright."
Obi-Wan was silent until the healer had left. He watched, expression unreadable, as Anakin got back to his feet.
"She'southward gone, Master. You can go dorsum to what you lot were doing now, and I'll—"
"I rather think not," said Obi-Wan softly. "Come along."
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Fic Rec Friday!
This week's fics are centered effectually Anakin Skywalker! I decided I'thousand only going to exercise these on the first friday of every calendar month from at present on. Alphabetical by author!
fell to pieces on the floor by patientalien - 2.5k, Gen, complete. Read the warnings earlier getting into this one. Anakin is flailing, and King and Kix are the only ones who notice. Bittersweet and night, love the emotional gravity and the medical details. Patientalien is so prolific, I could brand an entire rec post just out of their works.
Fever by TheCrackedKatana - 38k, Obikin, wip. Anakin falls ill with a contagious disease that virtually Jedi contract every bit children, and even though the healer warns him it is worse for adults, Obi-Wan attempts to take care of him at home rather than transport him to the Healers. Plenty of schmoopy cuddles, awkward feverish conversations, and Obi-Wan trying to convince the Council that his human relationship with Anakin is entirely appropriate and unattached, thanks very much. I can't look for this fic to exist finished!!
Fading Abroad by TheGuardianAngel - virtually 7k, Gen, consummate. Adjusting to life at the Temple doesn't go smoothly for Anakin, and years of slavery, poverty and hunger have left their marks on him. A truly heart-wrenching fic, worth the read but definitely listen the tags.
In Desire by updiddlyupup - 7k, Gen, complete. An adorable, fluffy story nigh Anakin'south early days at the Temple. Emotional hurt/comfort. Obi-Wan is grieving and inattentive to his very insecure new Padawan, but Anakin finds ways to get along. This is so sweet, highly recommend.
Fever by wildest.dreams - i.5k, Gen, consummate. I know this is one of the starting time things that pops up when you lot google "Anakin sick fic", merely I couldn't see leaving it out. The starting time time Anakin gets sick at the Temple, Obi-Wan worries virtually his ability to care for him. Cuddles ensue.
Of Questions, Dishes and Pathetic Life Forms by Yesac - 3k, Gen complete. Ok fine, I'm not certain if this falls nether the hurt/comfort umbrella only I but couldn't resist reccing information technology, it'south 1 of my all time favorite fics! Not for the start time, Qui-Gon leaves Obi-Wan solitary with one of his "pathetic life forms"…simply it doesn't take long for Anakin to worm his way into the young Jedi's eye.
Can be read as a sequel to (10) if desired - tl;dr, Padmé tips Obi-Wan off that Anakin is teetering on the border of an emotional breakdown. Anakin comes dwelling in the eye of the nighttime and Obi-Wan takes care of him and lulls him to sleep with the Force.
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Anakin sat upward and was immediately assaulted by the need to sneeze, several times in succession.
"Gah," he whined nasally when he was finally able to draw a breath in. He felt a hand guiding him back downwards to lay on the pallet.
"I know." That was Obi-Wan's voice, tinny equally if information technology were coming from the end of a long tunnel. He handed Anakin a handkerchief.
Anakin took it gratefully and blew his olfactory organ. He lied back downwards with a groan of discomfort.
"Shh," said Obi-Wan. "Information technology's little wonder you're ill, Anakin, you've not been taking care of yourself. I suspect this is a long fourth dimension coming."
He'd pushed himself too hard for besides long, and the moment he had allow down his defenses his body had betrayed him. Anakin turned his head and saw the sun high behind the blinds. The forenoon was half over.
That was baroque, Anakin never slept in. He realized that he didn't remember any unpleasant awakenings the previous night. Obi-Wan'south sleep proposition had nudged him right into a deep, mercifully dreamless sleep.
Anakin sniffed, and a little shudder ran up his back. "I'm cold," he croaked.
"That's your fever. It spiked quite loftier a few hours ago," Obi-Wan whispered. "You should sleep more if y'all can."
Anakin slept. The fever dreams were soft and fuzzy, and he couldn't quite call back what they'd been about, merely it was at least a nice alter from waking upwardly with his eye racing and gory images pressing in on his mind. He woke once to the sensation of something occluding his ear, but it was only Obi-Wan taking his temperature.
The thermometer withdrew from his ear. "Information technology's come up down a bit," Obi-Wan whispered. "Go back to sleep."
And he did.
When Anakin finally came around for practiced, he felt more similar a man once again. In that location was a glass of water waiting for him on the bedside tabular array – bless Obi-Wan'south soul.
As he took a long draught he glanced at the rest of the clutter on the table. The medkit sat open with the thermometer lying on peak, a bowl of water with a fabric soaking in information technology, several handkerchiefs, and Obi-Wan's commlink. He realized with a pleasant jolt that his former main really had been fussing over him.
He tuckered the glass of h2o and blew his olfactory organ, then picked up the commlink to check the fourth dimension and about dropped it in surprise. It was late afternoon, but that wasn't what shocked him. Obi-Wan had two unread messages from Padmé Amidala.
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In the end, Obi-Wan had most stepped on him.
"Come up in, Male monarch," he managed to grumble into his commlink. "Anakin'south here. Transmitting our coordinates."
At that place was no fourth dimension for honorifics and titles, and no fourth dimension for details. Obi-Wan knelt by the form he had nearly tripped over, half-cached in the jungle underbrush. After he'd crash-landed his ship (again), Anakin had been missing for just under 16 hours. Clone crews had swept the entire area surrounding the wreck, but Anakin had seemingly wandered away from the site of the touch on and found himself somewhere nighttime and cool (and damp and dingy) to collapse from his injuries.
That behavior lonely made Obi-Wan wary about a caput injury, and a quick examination confirmed this theory. There was a pregnant corporeality of blood soaking the back of Anakin's head, some fresh, some long dried and disordered into his hair.
"Anakin? Tin you hear me?" he asked.
"Hmm," Anakin responded.
Fifty-fifty small head wounds drain more than you'd wait. This knowledge had been drilled into Obi-Wan over years of combat training, and he knew better than to guess the severity of the wound by the amount of claret. Unfortunately, it was hard to run into where the bleeding was coming from. He held the penlight from his kit between his teeth every bit he carded his fingers through Anakin'southward pilus, searching, which drew a sorry whine of protest.
"I'chiliad sorry, Anakin," said Obi-Wan softly. "Aid is coming."
He eased a folded spare cloak under Anakin'southward head and rested his hand gingerly under the bend of Anakin's jaw to experience the pulse there, sluggish and weak. He quietly reported his findings to Rex via commlink, hoping that Kix and the other medics on duty would be prepared for their arrival.
Obi-Wan continued to use the penlight to search for other injuries. There was a gash torn through Anakin'south upper left sleeve, but the chafe underneath looked like it was only pare-deep. He'd bitten his lower lip badly as well, but information technology would heal with bacta. Although his breaths were shallow, there was no coughing or wheezing. Anakin's head seemed like the only worrisome thing.
He didn't think Anakin was awake until he felt a gloved hand take hold of his wrist.
"Hey," Anakin mumbled.
"Hey."
Obi-Wan shifted from crouching to kneeling by Anakin's caput and returned the grip on his manus.
"Crashed another ship."
"Then I see."
"I thought–I wasn't sure if–" Anakin'south bloodied lip fabricated him slur his words. "Glad you're here, Main."
"Yes, well, I believe I owed you a debt afterwards that business on Felucia."
"Hmm," Anakin snorted softly. "Y'all're like a father to me, Obi-Wan. I love you. Should've told yous that more."
Obi-Wan'south centre dropped to the pit of his stomach. For a moment, he couldn't bear to answer. He quietly leaned over to his commlink and asked King for an ETA.
"Don't go sappy," Obi-Wan finally whispered. "You've lost a lot of blood–might be concussed too for all I know. But Kix will patch you up."
"Okay," Anakin mumbled.
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