The Lucky One (a Star Wars fanfic)

Chapter 20

Anakin's pov

"I always seem to end up in here," I mutter under my breath as I wake up and notice that I am laying in a bed, surrounded by white. Being here at least every month makes me realize how much I dislike being stuck in one of medical room beds. There is only one thing that could make this a little bit better--a certain healer walking through that door--then, I won't mind staying here for a few days.

I try to sit up, but am unable to without the use of my right hand.

Instead of sitting up, I just lay here, frustrated that I can't even sit up without help, hoping that this healer will arrive soon to save me from this helplessness.

After a few minutes, I can't help but wonder what is taking them so long. I thought for sure that I had felt her presence, but she still isn't here. I guess that being awake in a medical room for more than five minutes has already made me impatient.

I close my eyes, getting tired of just laying here waiting for them. I know that my healer will come when they are ready to and me being impatient won't make them arrive any sooner.

After several minutes that pass like hours, both the door and my eyes open.

"Anakin?" My healer, Zeba, asks softly

As I hear footsteps approach me, I look up to see a female gray-skinned Twi'lek with the bright green eyes and smile. I was hoping that she and I could talk again. I have a lot to share with her since the last time we talked, which was a little less than a month ago. I really should try to end up in here less often.

"Anakin, how do you always manage to get yourself in here? It seems that every time we meet you have found more trouble and need my help," she says as her smile grows larger.

"Nice to see you, too, Zeba. And in my defense, this time wasn't my fault. I wasn't looking for any trouble, in fact, I never am, it just always finds me."

"So, Anakin, what happened to you this time," she pauses and looks around the empty room, carefully checking that no one else is here to listen to our conversation.

Now that it seems safe to her, she cautiously whispers, "Was Rider with you when you got hurt?"

"Yes, he is the reason that I am still alive. If he hadn't found me when he did, I would be dead," I say, my voice filled with emotion, making my throat feel tight and it difficult for me to speak. Meanwhile, I am also trying hard to push that moment and everything else that happened up until right now from my mind.

"I see that some things have happened since the last time we talked. Will you fill me in while I start to put on your new arm?" she asks while carefully pulling out my new arm, which is identical to the old one, from her bag.

Not wanting to talk about Shawn, I just close my eyes tight, hoping that she won't ask anymore questions.

"Was this caused by a lightsaber?" She asks in a surprised tone after a minute of silence.

"Yes, it was," I say simply, still keeping my eyes closed.

"Anakin, please open your eyes," she whispers softly after a few seconds of silence.

I let out a reluctant sigh then do as she asked, being careful to avoid looking at her. Instead of seeing her, I turn my head so I am looking at a white wall, a sight I would normally never like to see, but right now it is much easier to look at that than to meet her eyes.

"How did this happen?" she asks while gently grabbing my chin, moving my head so she is looking me directly in the eyes, my blue ones staring back into her emerald green eyes.