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Poor Admiral 4 (Vaderdala)

Padme's POV

I walked to Vaders room carrying two data pads, one which had the whole message, and the other that had a breif summary of it which I wrote for him after leaving because I remembered he mentioned not wanting to read the whole thing, I hope he likes it- NO! What am I thinking?! He is my superior officer- or sith lord, but nothing more. I rung the bell thing- I didnt know its proper name, then after a minute I rang again, another minute, and again, another minute, and again, I called out his name then lost my pacine and banged the door as hard as I could repeatedly, I dont even care that my hand hurts. I finnaly got fed up and opened the door by not-slicing it, I really hope no one saw that. I walked in and looked around, after finding no one I decided to try the training room, he wasnt there, then I though about the room the call was coming from ?yesterday- The imperial space-time system was so complicated. I walked in and immediately saw Vader slumped on the wall, what.

I looked closely and saw the same dark scars creeping up the sides of his chest and stomach, this time they looked brand new, but then I noticed what ever had caused them had burnt away most of his clothes, I forgot about the scars, I looked over his body, he was gorgeous, taned skin (although it didnt looked tanned by sun and I dout is was, engine light maybe?), muscles linning his body, messy hair with amazing golden colours. I want to run my hands over him, kiss him, have him. Stop. I need to stop obssesing over him, hes handsome (I can't believe I just admitted that) but no.

I walker over to him and shook his sholder trying to wake him up and ignoring the blush that descended my face as I touched his bare skin "Vader." I said, he blinked his eyes open
"Meh, A-Admiral?" he said, then he winced for some reason and I get the feeling he wouldnt usually show this but he was to grogy to understand, why did he look so weak? He was usually strong, dominant, impossing- well I don't really know, but its not this.
"Vader?" I asked, he was acting weird even being grogy. Then I saw tears prick his eyes and I realised he was in pain.
"A-Ad -AHHH- Adm-miral!" Vader said, I was shocked at the amount of pain these scars brought and as his hand grabbed my arm I suddenly realised he had more of these scars, that meant there had been days, where he would lie alone on his floor screaming in pain with no help in sight and the persumed knowlage that this would happen again "h-help, ah, i-it hUR-AHH, ah."
I fealt sick.
He might have been hiding this the whole time, this pain "A-Admiral." he said but it soundeed more like a warning, and he tried lightly to push me away before throwing up on to the ground, he groaned and sank lower to the ground covering himself futher in his puke, which was a better descirbed a mix of stomach acid and blood rather than puke. Then he started screaming again, he sounded like he was in pure agony, I looked at him in horror and pulled him closer to me ignoring the bodily substances that stained my uniform, he curled up slightly, cringing at the vomit in his mouth for a moment as he got a small break from the screams, then he screamed again and I was begining to see why he choose to make his walls and doors compleatly soundproof when I noticed one of the data pads (the orignal not the one I wrote) fly into the wall and fast judging by the dent and the shattered pad, but who threw it, I looked behing us but then I saw my pen flying in rapid circels around us, ah right, we live in a galxy where space wizards exist, wait, we also live in a galaxy where pain killers exist. I looked down at him and slowly tried leave but Vader clung tighter "D-dont leAAHH- l-leave... m-"
"I won't, I need to get pain killers." I said
"N-no! NO! I-I forb-bid you!" he said
"Sorry, but these will help you." I told him and I ran to the medical bay.
Normally I'd be thinking dont fire me when you remember, dont fire me when you remember, please dont fire me when you remember, but now I was just worried for him.

Once I got to the medbay I swung in the door and ran to the table, I grabbed the strongest pain killers, bandges, and I was about to run out when I realised he might not be able to swollow the pain killer tablets and I grabed some injection ones too, then I ran, I hope the medics dont hate me.

I quickly sliced the door and re-locked it again and then I ran to Vader
"Admiral!" he groaned, he looked worse than before, and was paler to- even though he wasnt bleeding, he was covered in sweat, but I dont think that counts. I didn't want to accidentally make him start bleeding with the needle so I grabed two pills (after double checking the instructions for dosages of course) and crouched down in front of him
"Can you eat these?" I asked and I held out the two pills, he got one and manged to eat it but he started screaming before he could take the second one
"W-wha.. AHHH! Ah, ahh. What w-was thAAHHH! AH! Ah. Ahht." he asked, apparently still suspicious even after taking one
"A pain killer, it should kick in soon." I said, to my surprise instead of screaming he just sighed
"Yeah... yeah I feel it." he said, and he fell forward- onto me and sighed again,
"Here." I said, I handed him the second pill and he took it, after a moment I felt all pressure leave his body as he relaxed and his head fell onto my shoulder- so he was apparently still to grogy- well exauseted now to tell what was going on.
"Well that helped." I said, trying to joke
"You have no idea." he said "This feels so good." I felt the blush return to my face as his breath tickled my neck when he talked and as he shifted (still practically in my lap) like he was readjusting to his body. To my suprise I felt his breaths even out as he fell asleep, apparently that took more out of him than I had thought.

I looked down at his messed up body when I realised soemthing, I couldn't just drop him in his bed and call it a day, he was dirty with sevral things I don't want to know the names of, and his wounds needed to be treated. Normally this wouldn't be to hard, but he was drop-dead exausted. Uh oh

Authers note, the ammount of times and words ive manged to find for vomit is slightly disturbing, also I bet he screams in frustraion too sometimes- if I could, I would. Also is it tornado or tornato. Should of named this chapter Poor Lord, instead, meh.