"Damn it, you piece of metal, work!"
He'd been working on his x-wing all morning. The damn thing was never going to recover from the Death star battle, it seemed. But then again, it might, with enough work.
Luke sighed. He'd woken early, 0500 or thereabouts, and couldn't go back to sleep. The dark nightmares hadn't lifted any, and he felt a shiver come down his spine and the tingle spread to his arms and legs. They were suffocating, and completely ridiculous at the same time. Force, what would Han think, him freaking out because of a few weird nightmares? It was so embarrassing.
He took a deep breath. He was tired, but he'd have to be falling off his feet to go back to sleep.
So he just continued to work on his x-wing. That was, until the dizziness started. It was like the world around him was turning to beautiful lake of colors, swimming into each other. But he didn't feel so great.
'Maybe I should get checked out," he thought drowsily. He began to stand up, and that was a big mistake. All he felt was a sharp pain in his chest, as the cold floor hit, and the darkness descended.
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'Oh this is not good, this is not good at all!'
The doctor was holding a hypodermic needle, and was threatening to puncture him with it! He couldn't help it if he didn't know who the hell this doctor thought Anakin was, or that he couldn't remember how he got here! There was no need to stab him!
"My lord, if you will just sit down."
"I sit there, and you're going to poke me with that!" Anakin huffed, standing at the wall of the small private room, not caring that he was only dressed in a hospital robe. His entire body felt tingly, but he had no time to think about it.
"This will just calm you down a bit, My Lord, it's not good for you to."
"How the sith is shoving a piece of metal into me going to calm me down!?"
The doctor shook his head in astonishment. The Dark Lord was afraid of needles? This was certainly a twist. He began to talk softly, as if to frightened child. "My lord, if you do not sit down, I will have to assume something is severely wrong, and you will have to have more tests, with more of these," he tapped the syringe, "And I will be forced to request you be restrained." And I hope you won't kill me for doing my job, he thought silently.
Anakin looked at the needle, to the doctor and the to the door on the other side of the room. He could make a break for it, but chances were, this guy knew what he was doing.
Anakins' mouth went dry, and he very slowly began to move away from the wall and slowly shuffled over to the bed. When he made it to the bed, he sat on it, the opposite side to the doctor. He was shaking quite visibly at this point, and he breathing had become unsteady.
The doctor breathed a long sigh, walking round to the bed. Being stationed on the Executor was sure to bring some interesting things, but a seeing an unmasked, terrified Darth Vader was not what he had imagined. He reached out to Anakins' left arm, looking for the vain. It was extremely difficult, as the shaking was severe.
"This would be a lot easier if you just lay down, look to the ceiling and count slowly to ten, alright?" he said, in the same gentle voice.
Anakin nodded, the fear was making him feel a little lightheaded anyway. He supposed not looking *might* help. He climbed under the covers, laying his head on the pillow, and staring at the ceiling. He felt the doctor hold his arm down, and his heartbeat went crazy. He felt a slight prick on his arm, and then he felt a little drowsy. He felt his arm released, and the doctor say something like "There, that wasn't so bad, was it?" and he could feel his heart stop racing and returning to normal speed, and he wasn't shaking so much.
He looked up, looking for the doctor, curious now about where he was. But the doctor had gone.
'Oh well, I'm kind of sleepy anyway.'
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Obi-Wan was nervous.
He's been sitting outside the med center for what seemed like hours, just waiting on some news.
He felt sick inside, tired.
When Bant finally came out, she looked equally as tired. She turned to Obi- Wan, smiled weakly and sat next to him.
Obi-Wan attempted to dry his mouth, and speak. His voice sounded a little strange. "How is he?"
"I'm sorry, Obi-Wan."
Sorry? Why would she be sorry?
Unless.
Oh Force no, please please no..
He'd been working on his x-wing all morning. The damn thing was never going to recover from the Death star battle, it seemed. But then again, it might, with enough work.
Luke sighed. He'd woken early, 0500 or thereabouts, and couldn't go back to sleep. The dark nightmares hadn't lifted any, and he felt a shiver come down his spine and the tingle spread to his arms and legs. They were suffocating, and completely ridiculous at the same time. Force, what would Han think, him freaking out because of a few weird nightmares? It was so embarrassing.
He took a deep breath. He was tired, but he'd have to be falling off his feet to go back to sleep.
So he just continued to work on his x-wing. That was, until the dizziness started. It was like the world around him was turning to beautiful lake of colors, swimming into each other. But he didn't feel so great.
'Maybe I should get checked out," he thought drowsily. He began to stand up, and that was a big mistake. All he felt was a sharp pain in his chest, as the cold floor hit, and the darkness descended.
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'Oh this is not good, this is not good at all!'
The doctor was holding a hypodermic needle, and was threatening to puncture him with it! He couldn't help it if he didn't know who the hell this doctor thought Anakin was, or that he couldn't remember how he got here! There was no need to stab him!
"My lord, if you will just sit down."
"I sit there, and you're going to poke me with that!" Anakin huffed, standing at the wall of the small private room, not caring that he was only dressed in a hospital robe. His entire body felt tingly, but he had no time to think about it.
"This will just calm you down a bit, My Lord, it's not good for you to."
"How the sith is shoving a piece of metal into me going to calm me down!?"
The doctor shook his head in astonishment. The Dark Lord was afraid of needles? This was certainly a twist. He began to talk softly, as if to frightened child. "My lord, if you do not sit down, I will have to assume something is severely wrong, and you will have to have more tests, with more of these," he tapped the syringe, "And I will be forced to request you be restrained." And I hope you won't kill me for doing my job, he thought silently.
Anakin looked at the needle, to the doctor and the to the door on the other side of the room. He could make a break for it, but chances were, this guy knew what he was doing.
Anakins' mouth went dry, and he very slowly began to move away from the wall and slowly shuffled over to the bed. When he made it to the bed, he sat on it, the opposite side to the doctor. He was shaking quite visibly at this point, and he breathing had become unsteady.
The doctor breathed a long sigh, walking round to the bed. Being stationed on the Executor was sure to bring some interesting things, but a seeing an unmasked, terrified Darth Vader was not what he had imagined. He reached out to Anakins' left arm, looking for the vain. It was extremely difficult, as the shaking was severe.
"This would be a lot easier if you just lay down, look to the ceiling and count slowly to ten, alright?" he said, in the same gentle voice.
Anakin nodded, the fear was making him feel a little lightheaded anyway. He supposed not looking *might* help. He climbed under the covers, laying his head on the pillow, and staring at the ceiling. He felt the doctor hold his arm down, and his heartbeat went crazy. He felt a slight prick on his arm, and then he felt a little drowsy. He felt his arm released, and the doctor say something like "There, that wasn't so bad, was it?" and he could feel his heart stop racing and returning to normal speed, and he wasn't shaking so much.
He looked up, looking for the doctor, curious now about where he was. But the doctor had gone.
'Oh well, I'm kind of sleepy anyway.'
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Obi-Wan was nervous.
He's been sitting outside the med center for what seemed like hours, just waiting on some news.
He felt sick inside, tired.
When Bant finally came out, she looked equally as tired. She turned to Obi- Wan, smiled weakly and sat next to him.
Obi-Wan attempted to dry his mouth, and speak. His voice sounded a little strange. "How is he?"
"I'm sorry, Obi-Wan."
Sorry? Why would she be sorry?
Unless.
Oh Force no, please please no..