The Path Of Darkness, Or The Path Of Love? (AnakinxReader)

Alone

It's been lonely the last few months. I've been bedridden, too weak to even get up. So I stare blankly at the stark white ceiling, praying that my body will one day recover to what it once was. Although, according to what the healers and medics have said, that's unlikely.
She'll be lucky to last the year.
Don't expect to see her out of bed again.
The injuries from the giant rancor hadn't been so severe. The most severe injury I sustained was broken bones from a tree trunk collapsing into me. But my mind had completely shut down, leaving me motionless and empty for weeks.
I'd rather be like that than laying here, physically unable to do anything.
It wasn't the physical strength that kept me down. It was the emotional drainage, the empty feeling inside of me. I had no desire to leave my bed anymore. No one had come to see me the whole time. And it hurt. I was sure that my place had been filled in all of their lives. But that didn't make it hurt any less to watch the closed door.
Sometimes, in the night, I thought I could hear things, low voices in the dark, or maybe just one voice. Always a low whisper, soothing in my mind. I imagined I could feel the breath of it on my skin. But it wasn't real. And I think deep within myself I knew that. But then what was it?
Days, weeks go by. I consider just dragging myself away, so I can die quietly. I've lost my appetite, and my fight. That was what was really killing me.
Suddenly, the door opens, and in walks Obi Wan, looking serious and concerned. I struggle to sit up, my arms nearly giving out beneath me as I push myself up into a sitting position.
"Master Kenobi," I bowed my head, becoming dizzy from the slight motion.
"Y/n," he spoke my name softly, stroking my messy hair with a small smile. It was comforting. I had forgotten the comfort that came with soft, physical contact.
"I need you to get up, y/n. Eat, and then take a walk. You'll need your strength."
Shocked, I looked at him, probing him for an explanation. "What's the matter, Master?" I could tell he was tense and worried, from the red that lined his cheeks and the strained muscles in his neck. Smiling at me fondly, he extended a hand to me, trying to help me up.
"Nothing yet."
...
It was hard to force myself to eat and move. I had no desire to more, or even live for that matter. Everything felt numb and surreal. But I did as he asked, choking down granola and water before walking outside.
My legs wobbled with every step I took, and the sunlight hurt my eyes. I had to fight every desire to fall, to lay down, to sleep. It was hard, trying to bring my body out of the comatose state it had been in. But I was managing, slowly moving faster, and regaining the mobility I had lost during that eventful mission on Kashyyyk.
By the time I walked back towards my quarters, I was fully walking. I had lost a lot of mass, muscle during my resting period. But I used what little I had left to drive myself forward. Obi Wan stopped me, turned me and began to guide me towards the exit of the enclave.
"Where are we going?" I was so confused, and still feeling quite faint.
"We're going to find Anakin. He left."