Captured By Darth Vader

Caregiver

When I opened my eyes again, I looked around me to see a bright, white room. Was I dead? I looked down at myself to see I wasn't in my normal clothing anymore, instead I was wearing a black hospital gown. Suddenly I felt a stabbing pain in my left shoulder, I took a look at it to see a bandage surrounding my arm.

"Does it hurt?" I heard somebody say. I looked in the direction of the voice to see Darth Vader standing in the room.

He approached me and handed me some pills.

"What is this? I asked him." Was he trying to help me with those pills?

"Pain killers, for your shoulder." He answered.

What had happened? The last thing I remember is that Darth Vader came into my cell after I had killed Darth Esvietis and accidentally injured myself. I really didn't think I would survive, or that they would actually keep me alive and not just let me die.

I had just killed his companion he must be raging in anger, so why was he trying to help me survive.

I decided to swallow the painkillers with some water that was on a little table next to my hospital bed.

"What happened? Why am I here?" I asked him.

"You stabbed yourself in the shoulder with a double-bladed lightsaber while killing Darth Esvietis. I found you unconscious on your bed." He explained peacefully, he was wearing his black helmet that made his voice sound so deep and evil, completely different from what it really sounded like.

"Aren't you mad? I mean, I just killed your companion." I said. The pain started to faint, the painkillers were working, making me feel weak and sleepy.

"We have to bring you back to your cell now that you're awake, it is too risky leaving you in the medical bay." He ordered after some seconds. He had completely ignored my question. I determined not to ask about it again, since his ignorance had definitely been on purpose.

"Well, but I just woke up, I need medical attention!" I protested, he couldn't just bring me back to the awful cell and let me rot in there. I needed twenty-four hour care and a good amount of painkillers. From my cell I wasn't able to communicate with anyone, what if I had a problem? Didn't he want me alive?

"I know, the medical droids and I have come to the conclusion that I will be taking care of you, means I will be staying in your room with you." He informed.

I thought an important man such as Vader surely had better things to do than giving a meaningless prisoner health care.

"Y..you? Don't you have better things to do?" I asked confused.

"Right now I don't, after the failed mission to destroy the Jedi, which we will talk about later, I have no missions planned. Besides, I was assigned to you, not only to interrogate you but also to decide about your future, meaning I am responsible for you." He told me.

So he was the one keeping me alive. I had no idea what to do or say at that moment, so I just let two medical droids carry me back to my cell.

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"Are you tired?" Darth Vader asked me. We were sitting in my cell, I was sitting on my mattress, and he was sitting on another mattress laying next to mine. They delivered it some minutes after we were both brought into the cell.

An awkward silence had been in the room until he broke it with his question. He had been oddly nice to me, was it because I was injured?

"A bit." I answered dryly.

He stood up and closed the light of the cell.

"Get some rest." He said.

"What are you going to do then?" I asked him out of curiosity. Was he going to watch me sleep?

I was quite tired, probably because of the strong medication they gave me back into the medical bay. It helped with the pain, it was almost completely gone.

"I'm going to do some paper work." He informed me, pointing at a staple of paper the Stormtroopers had brought together with the mattress.

I decided not to answer, even though it felt hard in these moments I had to keep in mind he was an awful person, desperate to destroy my order. I hated him with my whole soul.

I laid down on my mattress, feeling observed by him. My eyes were closed, but I could feel his eyes on me. I decided to take a quick look to check if my assumptions were true.

As I opened my eyes, his stare quickly wandered from my face and onto the staple of paper. He grabbed the first one and started working.

He had been staring at me, that was for sure. As much as he tried to hide it, it was obvious that he had been observing me. I closed my eyes again due to the sleepiness and fell asleep pretty quickly.

What had he been thinking of while looking at me? Perhaps on how to torture me after my recovery, or how to finally get rid of me. The first time of him trying to sell me to Jabba had ended well for me, but I really wasn't sure about the next one. If there would even be a next one.

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I woke up again, feeling a stabbing pain right on the spot where my injury was located. I gave off a moan because of the harsh pain, making Darth Vader look up from his documents. He wasn't wearing his helmet. He looked worried at first, but his expression changed immediately, handing me painkillers he pulled out of his pocket. I swallowed them without even asking for a glass of water.

"Now that you're awake, we need to discuss your future." He said. He looked me dead serious in the eyes, as if he was about to tell me something horrible, just what I would expect him to do. I was interested in the plans he had for me, even though they wouldn't be very good, I feared.