|| Uninvited || An Anakin Skywalker Story

Chapter Thirty Five

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Anakin's POV

Before I even opened my eyes, the first thought that went through my mind when I woke up was of Kels. Her gentle smile, her deep gaze, her soothing touch.

I needed to talk to her.

Jerking my head to the side, I was met with an unusual sensation of weightlessness. As if I was moving through water. I took a deep labored breath that irritated the rawness in my throat. I suddenly became acutely aware of the breathing tube shoved in my mouth. And I wanted it out. Now.

I opened my eyes, and the room around me was doused in a cloudy haze. Blinking a few times, I realized I was in a bacta tank. I floated my arm up to my head and began to pull at the contraption attached to my face. At the same time, I heard a shrill beep outside of the tank as a droid appeared on the other side of the glass.

Finally, the bacta liquid began to drain, leaving me hanging in the harness as the droid approached and removed the breathing apparatus. I gulped in the fresh, unobstructed air causing a deep ache to bloom in my chest.

"You must rest Master Skywalker. Do not overwork your lungs." She droid hummed.

"Get me out of here." I muttered, ignoring the droid's plea as I struggled against the harness.

"As you wish." The droid complied and flipped a switch outside of the tank, causing the harness to release and drop. Throwing my arms out, I had to brace myself against the slippery glass in order to not fall flat on my ass.

"Your healing is still not yet 100% complete." The droid said, I flicked my eyes towards it and noticed it was holding a robe out to me. I grabbed it and quickly threw it over my shoulders. It was fucking freezing in here.

"I feel fine." I said in a low voice, rolling my shoulders back and stepping out of the tank. I grit my teeth against the pain that shot through my skull. The droid then guided me over to a chair on the other side of the room. I remained silent as it went to work gathering vitals and running analysis.

"Your healing is still no-" The droid began to repeat its programmed response.

"What's the damage?" I asked, cutting it off. The droid paused for a moment, gathering the information needed to complete my request. A holo medical report then materialized from the droid's internal dock. I squinted at the bright light which did nothing to ease the pounding in my head.

"Your external injuries are all in the final stages of healing. Your broken collarbone, broken ribs and dislocated shoulder have been mended. However, your punctured lung is still in the repair phase, as well as your concussion." The droid rattled on.

"Shit" I muttered under my breath. I hadn't realized the damage was so extensive. But it did explain the pain in my head and chest.

"Bed rest is recommended for the remainder of the week." The droid concluded.

I scoffed. That wasn't going to happen.

"Whatever you say, doc." I said, standing up and shooting the droid a thin-lipped smile.

That's when I heard the gentle shuffle of footsteps to my left, my head shot in the direction of the sound. However, my shoulders sank when I realized it was Obi-Wan.