Anakin's POV
I couldn't see. I couldn't speak. I couldn't move. It seemed as if my body had simply shut down. I couldn't even think.
My eyes snapped open to see an empty darkness surrounding me. It's weight was closing in on me, pressuring me as if it wanted something from me. A faint red light appeared in the abyss, and I tried to run towards it, but a strong wind kept pushing me further and further away. When I got close enough, I saw blood on the other side, wrapped in the shadow of darkness. It started to pull me in.
I clawed at the damp ground, hoping that a miracle would save me. A clawed hand grabbed my face pulling me to my feet. I saw me, with red cat-like eyes and long fangs. Its face was pale and menacing.
"What do you want from me?" I asked. It simply grinned, licking its lips, running a sharp nail over my right eye, tracing my scar.
"Your soul," it whispered before digging its teeth into my neck. The pain was unbearable. I struggled in its grip, and a blinding light appeared just as the monster disappeared. I could hear faint echoing voices.
"We're losing him! We're losing him!" a man said, his voice distant. I opened my eyes to see the ceiling of the Med Bay in the Temple. Everything was blurry, but I could make out an orange face above me.
I tried to talk, but no sound came out. Once my vision cleared, I saw some scrambling medics and a crying Ahsoka. I tried to breathe a sigh of relief, but no air could escape my lungs. I grabbed Ahsoka's hand, and she looked shocked and devastated. She took my hand in hers. I smiled weakly.
"Doctor!" she whispered to a clone behind her. "He's alive."