Can You Love Me Again?

Chapter 8- When The Dead Isn't Dead

Padmé had stuck to her vow and sent a medical frigget to pick up the unknown soldier, mere seconds after she separated her scrabbling 16-year old children.

However, much to her dismay there had been an threat on Theed from the empire, demanding compliance from the neutral planet, according to the time only a rotation ago. Things were tangled but there was no mass destruction. Padmé decided to deem it as another one of their empty promises as a battle tactic.

Meanwhile, unbeknownst to the ex-senator, the man she married and hadn't seen or heard from in 16 years resided in the state of the art medical center in Theed. It, in Anakin's opinion, been an unnecessary wait but they had him wait on the list just like everyone else in need of bacta, despite him being the hero of the rebellion. But today was his turn, and after his breathing had been stabilized and he received new wrappings from his wounds yesterday, he was more than ready to trade the gauze and cement like cast for some cool, relaxing bacta. Not only that, but he could be up and out again, saving lives as he was destined to do. Not only that, being here on Naboo again conjured up some memories he spent 16 years trying to repress. It was hard to be on the planet that held such a perfect time in his life, only to hav the one who made it so special absent from his life.

The brunette, curly haired nurse, with such sweet doe eyes, had given him a royal blue colored robe to wrap himself in until it was his turn. She was very kind to all her patients, even when he was sarcastic and bitter about where he was, she still remained to hold that shining smile. He reminded her of his lost love... Everything reminded him of her. The nurse, the room, where she'd spent some time with him, recuperating after his lost duel with count Dooku, even the datapad he held in his left hand, scrolling through old news that be missed while he was comatose, he smirked whenever he spotted himself in the spotlight or scrolled through the wanted section and saw his reward for wanted alive rise skyhigh. She'd read about it too if she were still here... Back in those preeminent days, he'd watch her fidget with the datapad for hours, whipping up a brand new speech that would make everyone present gape in awe or just looking for recipes that she tried to force him to try. As a good husband, he choked it down. Sometimes it was delicious other times, he spent the night vomiting. He was a good husband then. So what happened?...

Anakin was startled from his inner nostalgia with a eerie crimson glow casting in the halls. An ear shattering siren of mass warning and hurried directions over the emergency intercom played through each crevice of the stature, causing a frantic frenzy outside the patient rooms.

"What in the universe-" He mumbled to himself, setting the device aside. It's not like he could just hop up and see what in blazes was happening, and he still couldn't sit up without discomfort, but he could still yell.

Despite the chaotic scene he could gather from the more comfortable cot than the rebellion, he could spot a gargantuan cluster of medical transports parked, species, mostly the inhabitants of Naboo were showing up by the dozens and the doctors, surgeons, healer and nurses scurried from one side of the massive building to the other in minutes.

"That's new." He mused. Glancing around the room until a group of nurses, dressed in a crisp, clean white brushed by his door.

"Hey!" He called out, attempting to gain some context in this bizarre situation. A petite woman in black pointed toe flats stopped to acknowledge him. There was a worried frown etched onto her tired features, her hazel eyes begged for slumber. Her mid-back black curls dangled in a high ponytail, cascading down her back. She was gorgeous. "Problem Anakin?" She asked impatiently with hints of irritation. Now he knew her. She was the woman who kept taking his blood with some sort of needle. He wasn't used to that obviously. A tiny, smirk graced the corners of his lips. She didn't know his first name by his heroism from the Clone Wars or the rebellion. Nor did she know of his... tattered past misdeeds, she knew him from his constant complaining, based on the hatred he felt for this place. She was probably thinking he was going to ask to be released again. "What's going on?" He finally answered.