The Lucky One (a Star Wars fanfic)

Chapter 11

Anakin's pov

"Anakin?" Rider asks in a weak whisper after a few minutes of me carrying him back to the base in oppressive silence where not even the sound of his breathing could be heard, something that had made me extremely worried.

"Don't worry, we are almost there," I say as I finally see the base appear in the distance.

"Good," he mutters as he begins holding onto stomach once again.

Wondering how bad the wound is, I quickly glance at his stomach. Instead of being able to see it, I can only see his hand, which is covered in his blood, causing me to wince, hating seeing him like this.

"That bad?" He asks, his words a little slurred.

"Yes, but you will be okay, I'll make sure of that," I say in a firm and determined tone, refusing to let this be the end for him.

Finally, I reach the base and unlock the door using the force.

I quickly walk through the halls, only stopping once I reach the door to the spare bedroom.

I open the door, via the force, afterwards, stepping inside the room with cream-colored walls and a dark gray stone floor, matching every other room in this building.

I move over to the left side of the room where a small bed with a light brown wooden frame sits untouched since the day we first placed it in this room. After a few seconds of hesitation, I lay Rider on the bed so that he is on his back, allowing me to tend to the stomach wound first.

Quickly, I walk toward the deep brown shelf on the other side of the room. I grab all the medical supplies I might need, then walk back to Rider.

I pull up a chair and sit next to him, placing the supplies on the bed beside him.

Carefully, I cut open his shirt, seeing no use in hurting him by taking off the bloody mess that could no longer be considered a shirt.

"I liked...... that one," Rider mumbles, causing me to laugh.

My laugh disappears when I begin wrapping up his stomach wound, knowing that doing so I going to hurt him.

Wanting to distract him from the pain, I say, "Rider, you are my best friend. You know that, right?"

Slowly, he opens his eyes a sliver and smiles slightly.

"If that means yes, why did you hide being force sensitive from me?" I can't help but ask, wanting to know why he would feel the need to keep this hidden from me.

With his smile now gone, he whispers, "In the past... knowing the force.... nearly killed me.... I was afraid it.... might... happen again."

"You were afraid of me?" I ask quietly, not understanding why he would be afraid of me. We have known each other for three years, and during that entire time, I might have gotten angry with him, but I didn't ever hurt him.

"A little," he whispers as he closes his eyes tightly.

"Rider, no matter what happens, I would never try to hurt you," I say as I finish wrapping up his stomach wound, hoping that doing so will be enough to stop the bleeding.

He just nods his head 'yes', keeping his eyes closed tightly.

After a few seconds of just looking at him, wishing that he wasn't in pain, I say, "I have to tend to your back now."

"All right," he says quietly, afterwards biting down on his bottom lip, probably to keep from crying out in pain.

As gently as I can, I move him onto his side so that his back is facing me.