The Endearment of a Twin-flame || Anakin Skywalker x Reader

40 - The Last Time

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"Let me see him!" I shouted, desperation clawing at my throat as I attempted to push past the nurse. My father's grip tightened around my arms, holding me back, which only intensified my sobs. "Please," I pleaded, struggling against his embrace, "I just want to see him." I sank to my knees on the cold floor, while my father wrapped his arms around me from behind. He gently stroked my back, whispering soothing words into my ear, but my heart was too heavy with pain to find any comfort in his attempts.

Since the moment I learned that Anakin had been in a motorcycle accident with a slim chance of survival, my mind had spiraled into an emotional mess. Tears had yet to stop streaming down my cheeks, and I had fought tooth and nail against every doctor and nurse who told me I couldn't see him. While Obi-Wan sat quietly in the corner of the lobby, his head buried in his hands, while Ahsoka slept beside him, oblivious to everything going on.

"I'm sorry, but he's still in surgery. I can't allow anyone in," the nurse said, her voice steady and patient. She must have encountered countless families in distress, each one a mirror of my own. "And even when he is ready, only immediate family will be permitted to see him."

"She is his family," Obi-Wan finally spoke, breaking his silence. He lifted his head, his eyes glistening with unshed tears as he turned to me, then back to the nurse. "What can you tell us?" His voice was a whisper, filled with fear as he tapped his foot anxiously.

The room was full with tension, anda heavy silence surrounded us as we waited for her to answer his question. Not even the sound of anyone's breathing could be heard, since we all held our breaths in anticipation for her to speak,"Fortunately, he was wearing his helmet; it may have saved his life. I can't promise anything, but it has certainly given him a fighting chance," she said, her voice steady yet holding a serious professionalism. I gripped my father's hand tightly, tears streaming down my face, my head resting against his shoulder as I tried to suppress my sobs. "He has several broken ribs, a punctured lung, and his left leg is fractured in two places. There are multiple cuts, scrapes, bruises, and internal bleeding, including a brain hemorrhage." She paused, before delivering the most heartbreaking news. "Our main concern is the head trauma. We won't know the extent of the damage until he regains consciousness, and that's only if he does."

My quiet sobs erupted into loud cries, the pain overwhelming as I cried into my father's shoulder. "I just want to see him," I begged, my voice muffled by my sorrow, and he wrapped his arms around me, trying to provide comfort. But all I wanted in this moment were Anakin's arms around me instead.

"And what are the chances he won't wake up?" Obi-Wan's asked, his voice hoarse and strained from his own tears.

"I'm afraid that's a question only the doctor can answer for you," she said, her gaze shifting between us with a gentle sympathy, landing on Piett, who was nestled in Josie's embrace in the corner. I was glad she was giving her attention to him; after all, I had my father by my side. Piett, on the other hand, seemed to be alone since none of their other friends had arrived yet. I had heard that Rex was on his way with the others not too long ago. "He should be out soon to speak with you."

Obi-Wan rose from his chair, casting a careful glance at Ahsoka to ensure she remained undisturbed in her sleep. "I realize you can't provide a professional answer to that question. However, based on your experience, do you believe he will wake up?" His voice trembled slightly, and he inhaled deeply, allowing a few tears to escape down his cheeks, which he hastily wiped away with his sleeve, "I promise not to take your words as an absolute, but I need something." He begged.