The Chosen One(s) | Anakin Skywalker x Reader

Chapter 59 - I'll Always Find My Way Back to You

**A/N - We are now entering the ROTS timeline and I'm so excited!! Also, at this point in the story Y/N is 21, and Anakin is 23.**

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Anakin's POV:

I hear her as she begins to spill the contents of her stomach again from the refresher.

I hastily run towards the room, kicking open the door with my boot to find her on the floor, leaning her head against the toilet bowl. "I can't move. Too tired. And it feels cool on my skin. Don't judge me." She mumbles weakly, referring to the porcelain. Her face is a red and hot, and her hair is damp with sweat.

"I wasn't." I assert honestly. I had just wiped down the entire seat since her last episode so I know it's sanitized, plus I know how exhausted she's been. She's barely been able to keep anything down. She's dehydrated and has no energy. "I'm just concerned about you, Angel."

She's been throwing up constantly since we returned from successfully protecting Alderaan from the separatists two days ago. It started on Alderaan actually, soon after we tested her mido-clorian levels. I think her crushed spirit made her more susceptible to becoming ill, and so she caught something easily while on the foreign planet.

It's why I haven't pushed her on continuing our research on her true lineage, even though I'm not convinced she's not Qui-Gon and the Princess's daughter. Or that she only has 10,000 mido-clorians. I think the blood test was malfunctioning. She feels too strong in the force— more than any other I've met, and if these dreams she's had are true, that means she's been seeing force ghosts and having force visions, which is a very rare skill only possessed by those indisputably powerful with the force. Not to mention that she can telepathically communicate with me throughout the galaxy, which is wholly unheard of.

And that's why I haven't told her that I'm still looking into it myself. I don't want to keep anything from her, but I also don't want to hurt her anymore. So if I find what I'm searching for, I'll tell her. If I'm wrong, I won't say anything— no harm, no foul.

She groans and winces, and then a second later she's gagging into the ceramic bowl again, expelling what at this point is just bile. She has nothing left in there to give. I hold her hair back, rubbing small circular patterns into her back.

The sight of her like this is killing me.

If she doesn't get better soon, I'm taking her to the Medbay. I tried to suggest it earlier, but my wife is very insistent she is fine. She's stubborn— just like me— so I know there's no convincing her to go right now no matter how hard I beg. And I trust her enough to know she'd go if she really felt it was necessary. After what happened on our last mission in Zygerria, she promised me she'd be more honest about her health and that she would listen to her body.

Once she's done, she sinks down, falling to the ground weakly. I catch her before she hits the floor.

"Why don't I pick you up and bring you to bed." I scoop her limp frame into my arms. She feels so fragile and small. I frown, noticing the shift in how her weight feels in my arms, as if she's already lost some. Although she's always felt tiny to me, her aura usually radiates strength and power. She doesn't feel like herself right now, not in her signature either. The force surrounding her is completely off... and I'm not even sure how to describe it.

I place a damp cool washcloth over her forehead and I watch as the tension in her face eases just at the tiniest of gestures. "That feels nice." She hums, closing her eyes and positioning herself more comfortably into her pillow for some much overdue rest.

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Y/N's POV:

"Are you sure you're alright?" Anakin sits down next to me on the bed where I'm hunched over in the fetal position nursing my bowl designated for puking. And yet, my darling husband doesn't look disgusted in the slightest. The only emotion on his face is concern as he picks up another cool wash cloth and dabs it lightly over my skin to sooth me. "Maybe I should stay."