Padme Amidala Skywalker sat at her injured and unconscious husband's bedside at the Jedi Temple Medical center, looking through the datapad with his medical chart. He had a few broken ribs, a concussion, multiple contusions and a few fractures and strains. Apparently they'd also repaired a punctured lung from the broken ribs in hyperspace before he got to Coruscant. Suddenly she heard a soft, low voice. "Padme…? Is that you…?" The mumbles were coming from Anakin's dry lips.

"Anakin!" She stood up and walked closer to the bed. His bright blue eyes were barely open, but he still seemed alarmed and he moaned as he tried to move. "Anakin, don't move, you'll hurt yourself. You're going to be okay," she said, gently pushing him back onto the bed, earning a weak smile from him. "Anakin Skywalker, don't scare me like that again! Quit being so reckless! You have people at home who love you and are already constantly worrying about your safety! It's selfish!" Despite his condition, his eyes still twinkled when he looked at her. Padmé sighed and leaned down to give him a long, firm kiss. She pulled away a few inches and cupped his cheek. "You being the hero, is going to kill both of us someday…"

"Where's my arm?" Anakin demanded after a few minutes when he realized his prosthetic was missing. It seemed a ridiculous question out of context.

"It was damaged, it's being repaired, it should be ready by tomorrow." Anakin grumbled. It made him feel weak and less of a man without his prosthetic. Like he couldn't protect his family. Even though he was in a hospital bed.

A few minutes later, Padmé's comlink beeped. It was Dormé. "Milady, I hope everything is alright, the children are begging to see their father, they're in tears worried about him. May I send them in, or is it not a good time?"

"No, it's fine, I'll come get them," Padmé replied and patted Anakin's shoulder before stepping out into the waiting room. There sat Luke and Leia Skywalker, small enough to be sharing one chair, with tears running down their faces. "Thanks Dormé, you're dismissed for the evening, have Captain Typho arrange for you to be taken home," Padmé told her most trusted handmaiden with a smile, then went and squatted to the twins' levels.

"Mommy… Daddy's hurtin'… I can feel it…" Leia whimpered as she crawled into her mother's arms.

"He is. He was hurt fighting the bad guys. You two can come in and see him, but you have to be quiet and you can't jump on him okay? Do you want to?" Both children nodded their heads and wiped their tears away. Seeing dad after one of his missions always made them feel safe. "Okay, come on." Padmé took both of their hands and led them to Anakin's room. Immediately, both children ran to their father's bedside.

Anakin slowly, painfully turned his head to see two angelic faces peering up at him from a height of about three feet. Despite the pain in his face, neck and head, he beamed at them.

"Daddy, we felt you hurting…" Luke said with a worried expression.

"I'm gonna be okay guys, I just got a little banged up. It's nice to see you again, I missed you two so much…" Anakin reached his uninjured left hand and stroked each child's soft locks of hair. "I love you, Leia and Luke, so much."

"I love you," The twins said in unison.

"Do you guys wanna come lay with me?" he asked and Padmé frowned.

"Ani, they'll hurt you."

"Naw they won't, they're so little," Anakin protested. "But you gotta be really careful because Daddy's sore, okay?" The twins nodded and gently climbed onto the bed and snuggled into his left side and he put his arm around them.

"Dad, what happened to your hand?" Leia asked, worried.

"Remember my durasteel arm? Well, it broke when I got hurt, so they're fixing it up."

"Like when you fix Artoo?"

"Just like that. And when it's done they're gonna put it right back on me and I'm gonna be able to tickle you guys as much as I want!" Anakin smiled as the twins put on bashful grins. "But right now, you guys gotta rest okay? It's been a long day and you're gonna need all the rest you can get if you're gonna help me get better okay?"

"Mmmkay…" Luke mumbled into Anakin's arm, his eyelids drooping.