Chapter 9
When Anakin opened his eyes and saw that he was in the Healer's Wing he groaned. This was his least favourite part of the Temple, mostly because whenever he ended up there he wasn't allowed to leave soon enough.
"You're awake." Anne's voice came from his left. When he turned his head he saw her sitting beside him and Obi-Wan lying asleep on the sleep couch behind her.
"How long has it been? Where's Padmé?" He remembered hearing her scream but he guessed that it was around that time that he passed out. He couldn't remember anything after that. "What happened to her?"
Anne counted off the answers on her fingers. "A few hours. Padmé would be here if she could but the Senate needed her. Dooku hit her with Force lighting, but she's fine now." Anne held up a hand before Anakin could start worrying. "Two Jedi Masters are guarding her. She's perfectly safe." Anakin looked over at his Master.
"What happened to Obi-Wan?" Anne grimaced.
"Dooku sliced though a few ribs. He just got out of the bacta tank." She moved a bit closer to him. "How's your arm?"
"My arm?" Anakin looked down at his right arm. He hadn't even noticed that there was anything wrong with it. It just felt numb, which was pretty normal for him when he was in the Healer's Wing. His eyes widened as he took in the thin-fingered black robotics that were now practically his entire arm below the elbow. He tried to make a fist and was only slightly surprised when the fingers on the prostatic curled under his command. "Right. My arm. It's fine. Doesn't hurt or anything." Anne rolled her eyes. Her thought of Do I have to tell you how many pain meds you're on? floated into his head, making him smile.
And, no, that wasn't weird at all.
Anne sighed. "Anakin, the Clone Wars have started. I mean, no one's calling them, it that but the Republic has declared war on the Separatists." She bit her lip. "Right now the Senate, and the Council, is deciding whether Jedi should fight or not." Anakin pushed himself into a seated position.
"Of course we'll fight! The Jedi can't just stand by while the Republic is in danger!" The Sith lord is running the Republic. Of course he'll make you fight. This time the stray thought that wasn't his own made Anakin sit bolt upright and hit his head on the metal arm thing that for some reason was above the sleep couch. "Ow!" He rubbed the top of his head. "The Sith lord is what?"
"How did you—" Anne was cut off before she could finish her question by the door to the room sliding open and a pink Twi'lek Jedi Healer entering with a Mon Calamari Padawan following behind her.
"Miss Sparks, the Council wishes to speak with you," the Healer said lightly. Anne and Anakin both blinked at her. Jedi don't joke, right?
"The Council wants to speak with me?" Anne's voice went up a full octave at the end of the sentence and Obi-Wan mumbled in his sleep. Anakin blinked again.
"Yes." The Healer gestured for the Padawan to come forward. "Padawan Vebb will escort you." The Mon Calamarian nodded.
"Alright." Anne rose slowly. She looked back at Anakin as she left. "I'll see you soon." Hopefully. As the door closed behind her, Anakin looked at the healer hopefully.
"When do I get to leave?" The Healer looked back at him and didn't bother to reply. "Seriously?!"
