The Chosen One(s) | Anakin Skywalker x Reader

Chapter 47 - Beyond What We Understood

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Anakin's POV:

She's alive. She's alive. She's alive.

She has a pulse.

She's not dead. She's getting help. She's going to live. She's going to make it. She's going to be okay.

She's going to wake up.

I whisper the words to myself over and over again in a proclamation, watching in agony and despair outside the operating room as the medical staff work to save the love of my life.

I feel so goddamn helpless.

Fuck!

If there is anyone who deserves to live, it's her. My beautiful, strong, selfless girl... too selfless for her own good.

She's going to be okay, Anakin.

I tuck my head down, bringing my knees to my chest. I rock back and forth in my seat, practicing my breathing. Inhale. Exhale. I remind myself.

But I suck in the air too violently, too fast, too frequent. Why can't I remember how to breathe? Why does everything inside me feel so wrong? As if I can't find my equilibrium without knowing my angel's alright.

I close my eyes and try futilely to distract myself— to think of anything but her lifeless body under the rubble— but it's all I see when they shut.

She died.

But she's not dead anymore.

Fucking breathe, Anakin, calm down.

She's alive and she's going to be okay.

But how? And at what cost? If it's only for me to pay, no cost is too great— my only worry is if there will be any ramifications for her. Will the force be mad? Will it try to balance out what I've done?

I did something. Something that has never been heard of in the history of the Jedi.

I didn't even think it was possible, but I was willing to try everything and anything I could. I'd do anything for her. I'd sacrifice myself to save her without a second thought, without a doubt.

So I reached into the force, finding my own life force and pulling on it— binding it to hers.

It brought me pain. Excruciating. But I kept going. Pushing myself. Hurting myself.

And I didn't stop when I swore I saw her colour return to her face. No, I pushed even harder, holding back my screams. I didn't stop when I began to feel her injuries like they were my own. I wouldn't stop until her heart started beating again. No matter the cost.

But her pulse wasn't returning, she wasn't taking a breath, and then Obi-Wan pulled me off of her and I thought I'd lost her forever.