Mad Love || Anakin Skywalker x Reader

5 - How Tragic

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(Tw: There will be talk of blood, and suicide.)
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(y/n)'s POV
I slipped my ruby red blouse over my head, letting out a heavy sigh as I tugged it down to cover my stomach. "I can't believe you're going back there after what happened yesterday," Jackson said from the bed, his eyes fixed on me as I studied my reflection in the mirror, deciding to twist my hair into a bun.

"It's still my job, Jackson. I knew what I was getting into when I chose this career," I replied, securing my hair neatly and tightening the tie to keep it in place.

He groaned and let his head fall back onto the pillow. "At least stay home with me today. I'm sure they'd understand if you said you needed a day to recover."

He had a point. Doctor Kenobi had already suggested I take a few days off after sending me home early yesterday. But honestly, I didn't feel any safer here than I would at work. The bruise on my eye, hidden beneath makeup, was proof enough. And the dark purple marks on my neck from Mace? No amount of makeup could cover those up. I looked like a complete wreck, if I was being honest.

I shook my head, letting out a sigh. "No, I was asked to come in today in exchange for leaving early yesterday," I lied, hoping he wouldn't dig deeper and figure that out. "I'll be fine, I promise." I leaned down to give him a quick kiss goodbye.

As I started to pull away, he caught my arm and pulled me back onto the bed beside him, a smile on his face. "Just be careful today, okay?" He cupped my cheek, his thumb brushing over the bruise he had caused, his eyes filled with sympathy. "I'm really sorry about this, baby. I love you, and I promise things will get better."

I nodded, forcing a smile. I had heard those words before. They were nothing but empty promises, "I know."

He sighed, his shoulders slumping slightly. "Just promise me you'll call if things get too overwhelming. I'll be here, waiting for you."

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"How are you today, Doctor (y/l/n)?" The guard at the entrance welcomed me with a gentle smile.

"I'm feeling much better today, thank you," I replied, nodding with assurance to show I was okay, even though a small part of me felt anxious about stepping through those doors. But that was understandable; I had been through something traumatic, and anyone in my shoes would feel the same, even those who had been in this situation for a long time.

The best way to heal from a traumatic experience is to confront it directly, facing it with courage. It's important to acknowledge what happened, stay calm, focus on your breathing if anxiety creeps in, and talk about it when necessary. I already planned to discuss it with Kenobi later today. However, it's crucial not to rush yourself; only take these steps when you feel ready. Pushing too hard could make things worse, leading to deeper feelings of depression and anxiety. Be easy on yourself.

I held my key card to the electronic lock, and the door clicked open. As I stepped inside, I noticed Doctor Kenobi in the lobby, engaged in conversation with two police officers.

When they saw me enter, all three turned to look my way. "(y/n)?" My boss seemed taken aback, "I didn't expect to see you today. You really didn't have to come in; I completely understand if you need some time."

I shook my head, trying to reassure myself with a smile. "I'm okay, really," I said, glancing at the officers who were staring at my bruised neck, their brows furrowed in concern. "What's happening?" I asked, just as a body bag was wheeled out of the elevator. My brows knitted together in confusion; I wondered who it could be.