The Chosen One(s) | Anakin Skywalker x Reader

Chapter 50 - I'm Not Going Anywhere*

*TW - smut*

Anakin's POV:

My heart races erratically as I wake.

My eyes dart to her bed, making sure she's still in it.

When I confirm she's still there asleep and safe, I let out an exhausted breath and sink back into my seat.

She's okay, Anakin. I remind myself for the billionth time.

I stand up and head to the refresher, kneeling over the sink and splashing cold water in my face. I pat my face dry with a towel, staring into my reflection in the mirror.

Everything's fine. I tell myself.

Except for when I fall asleep... my mind whispers.

"Damnit!" I throw the towel at the mirror, cursing under my breath. My nightmares have been driving me crazy lately.

Every time I close my eyes, I see her dying in some sort of hospital bed. I try to run to save her but I can't move. It's like my body isn't my own.

I try not to. I try to push the vision away. Remind myself that she woke up and that she's alive, laying down right next to me— but still it haunts me.

And each night, the nightmare becomes more real. More persistent, more visceral.

Like the ones of my mother...

No. I push the thought away. This is not the same thing.

I won't let it be.

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Y/N's POV:

"Are you sure she's well enough to go home?" Anakin asks skeptically as he pushes my wheelchair towards the exit of the medical centre.

It's been three weeks since I woke up from my coma, and I frankly I don't care if I'm well enough to go at this point— I'm leaving.

I turn around to face him and give him a pointed glare. "Dr. Benson already said it was, Anakin."

Anakin scowls at me. "I know... but I just want to be sure."

"It's alright." Dr. Benson chuckles. "I can understand the anxieties partners feel about their loved ones leaving the hospital after being unwell for so long. But I promise you General Skywalker, from a medical standpoint General Y/N is clear to complete her recovery at home; however, if you do have any more questions, I'll give you my card with my number just in case."

Anakin and I exchange looks at the mention of the two of us as a couple. Were we that obvious in the hospital? Is she going to say something? It's well known to most that Jedis are not allowed to engage in relationships.

"Thank you, Doctor." I force myself to remain calm as not to add suspicion but my nervous laughter threatens to give way that I'm hiding something. "But General Skywalker and I are not a couple. He is just a concerned colleague, that's all."

"Right," Dr. Benson gives us an unconvinced grin, handing me the card. "If you say so."

"No, really we aren't—" I feel the need to defend ourselves more.

"I know, Dear. Just know I wouldn't say anything if you were. Nobody should be able to dictate whom people choose to love." She winks at me before turning to Anakin and patting him on the shoulder lightly. "Now take good care of your colleague, General." She leaves us with a hum. "Just not too good care too soon."

Oh gods, she doesn't mean...

"I will, Doctor. Thank you." Anakin grins widely before turning to me and smirking, enjoying the blush on my cheeks. "Alright, Princess. Let's get you home so I can take care of you."