Nightmares

Asleep

"How is he?" Obi Wan asked Ahsoka as he entered the room where Anakin was being held. Ahsoka face was stained with tears. "He's in critical condition. There's no guarantee he lives." she said softly. Worry and fear took over Obi Wan's expression. "Does Padmé know?" Obi Wan asked. "Not yet." Ahsoka replied weakly. "I think it's best she knows." Ahsoka nodded. Her gaze never left Anakin's bed. He was wearing an oxygen mask, his body still limp. This definitely wasn't good.

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Padmé was sitting in her office, preparing a bill, though her mind was elsewhere. She was thinking about Anakin. Her comm beeped. Someone was calling her. A small hologram of Obi Wan appeared on her desk. "Obi Wan. It's good to see you." she greeted with a smile. He looked distressed. "Is everything alright?" she asked, concern taking over her voice. "It's Anakin. Come to the Temple as soon as you can." Oh no. "I'm on my way."

Padmé rushed up the steps of the Temple. Obi Wan was waiting for her. "This way." he said before running off. Padmé followed him as fast as she could. They walked into the Halls of Healing. Obi Wan lead her to Anakin's room. She was heart broken when she saw him. He looked like he was dead. Padmé started crying. "What happened to him?" she asked through sobs. "The worst of his headaches. It almost killed him." Ahsoka answered. "He's asleep now. They don't know when, or if, he'll wake up." Padmé kept sobbing. Please be ok Ani. Please be ok.