Broken Beginnings (A Star Wars: Clone Wars fanfic)

Chapter 8: Sick

Disclaimer: I don't own Star Wars.

Anakin POV.

Sleep. I think I need more of it.

I had gone to bed after watching Alexa sleep for roughly twenty minutes and now four hours later I am at her bedside watching her again. I was going to sleep for a while longer, but a med droid came and told me that she had developed a fever of some sort. I shouldn't have been surprised, she was soaking wet yesterday and I doubt they're great medical facilities at Jabba's palace.

I looked down on her on her sleeping form and shook my head; she looked terrible under the dim lights of the ward; all the colour had drained from her face and upon placing my hand on her forehead I found she was burning up and sweating bullets. A med droid then handed me a damp cloth which I took and dabbed around her face before placing it where my hand had been in an attempt to help cool her down.

I growled at myself frustrated; this is all my fault. I should have made the droid give her a full check up the first day that she was here. How could I have been so stupid? I mean I picked her up of the street for Force sake! Why didn't I think to have the droids give her a medical examination? I am such an idiot.

Sighing, I then sat in the chair beside her bed and watched as she squirmed and winced in her fevered sleep. Seconds later her eyes snapped open and I watched as her body began convulsing in fits of coughs. I swiftly grabbed a bucket as she began to wretch and put it in front of her just in time for her to eject the contents of her stomach into it. In a way I guess we were lucky the droids had thought it wise to pull the curtains around the bed so that the other patients that were in the ward didn't see this poor girl being sick. Once she was finished I had 2-1B go and empty the bucket while I stayed to keep her company.

'Are you ok?' I asked, realising what a stupid question it was.

'I'm fine.' She nodded.

'No you're not, you just threw up! That was a really dumb question.' I wanted to slap myself.

'Not really; you wanted to say something and break the silence, so you asked me a question to get me to answer and we would talk.' She flashed me a small smile. 'So what are you doing up at this time? It can't be morning yet, because all the lights are still on in here.'

'It's around three.' I replied.

'You should be in bed.'

'I had to come and see you, you're my padawan and besides, if I hadn't yet would have just thrown up all over the bed and yourself instead of into a bucket.'

'Good point.' She nodded. 'Thank you.'

'My pleasure, well actually I'd prefer it if you weren't sick, but these things happen.'

'Indeed. So how long until we can get training again?' She asked hopeful. I chuckled, shaking my head.

'You know there's such a thing as being too eager. You're in no shape to train, at this point you just need to focus on getting better.'

'Speaking of getting better, how long is that droid gonna be? I think I might-'

I shouted for the droid and took back the bucket, once again saving the bed from the nasty substance. I grimaced, watching her wretch time and time again, pouring her food from the day before into the container was beginning to make me feel ill.

'D-Don't worry Master, I'll be fine soon.' She assured me, right before vomiting again.

'I know you will.'