A/N: Hey everyone. I can't believe this, I have so many people veiwing my story, and some even on alert but only two people are reviewing! Is it really that bad guys? Please if it is let me know, i dont care if you flame, constructive critism is good! Please review, its very downheartning to think that no-one likes this. So anyway, Obi's point of veiw now, oh and thanks to all who have out my story in your C2 communities, that is such an honour! May the force be with you always - Anakin's Girl 4eva.
Hopeless4life - lol, here's the chapter for you so you can stop begging me to update now. Hope you like it. xx
IntelEwok - Sorry but Anakin isn't going to properly awake till the next chapter when it turns back to his point of veiw. Hope you like this one though. xx
Calmly I sit on the edge of a bed in the healer's wing of the Jedi Temple. A young healer tends to my wounds, bathing them and dressing them as softly as possible, however at that particular moment, I wouldn't have noticed of she stabbed me with a needle. My mind was elsewhere, with a young Jedi undergoing a painful and traumatic operation. Every so often, I can hear him scream in agony through the force, still deep in a Jedi trance that was starting to fade with the barrage of pain being bombarded into his fragile spirit.
I shift restlessly, feeling the uneasy guilt of a father betraying his son. How many times had Anakin stayed with me during long bouts of painful healing? Too many for me to count at that moment. And now when Anakin needs me the most, I'm here having my own minor scratches seen to.
Irritated that such minor wounds would bring me down so easily and that the time that could be spent helping Anakin was being wasted on said wounds, Ifrown,tensing my muscles.A gentle touch to my hand makes me jerk back to reality and out of my mind, instinctively throwing up my force barriers for protection. A young face smiles gently at me, sending me reassurance.
"Almost done Master Kenobi, just a couple more gauzes and you are free to go."
"I thank you for your speed and attention, though I do feel that your time and mine could be spent better elsewhere."
Slowly a smile crept across her face, already knowing exactly what I meant. She cocked her head to the side and carried on, although speaking to me in a whispered manner, as though I was a restless child that she was trying to deal with.
"You won't be allowed in the treatment room you know Master Kenobi. The procedure requires a lot of equipment that takes up a considerable amount of room and the room itself is quite small. The best thing you can do for Anakin is to let him feel that you are near and waiting for him with guidance and reassurance for when he comes round."
Smiling I realise just how much sense her words make in my haze of confusing thoughts. The uncluttered logical thinking of those younger than me never ceases to produce miracles. But I still couldn't shift the uneasy pang of guilt that was strumming gently in my heart, and for some reason, I got the feeling that it was not my own.
"There you are Master Kenobi, just keep these regularly changed and…."
But she is cut short as the doors down the end of the corridor can be heard swinging open and a quiet chatter of voices accompany the gentle hum of the hover bed down the long corridor. I breathe a sigh of relief and anxiety as I limp to the doorway just in time to see Anakin sleeping on the bed, heavily under the influence of anaesthesia. The healers would not have used this unless it was an emergency; obviously Anakin had been snapped out of his trance by the pain.
Silently I follow the procession of healer's, patient and med equipment, giving thanking smiles to those healer's who caught my eye, until we reached a small room. As Anakin was wheeled in, I gave a quiet chuckle as I recognised the surroundings. This was the room that was always available, specially reserved when Anakin and I went away on missions as it was so frequently needed for one of us by the end of them, well Anakin more than I really. The healer's smiled along with me as they hooked Anakin's IV drip up on its stand and set the med equipment up. One of them came over to me, and placed a hand gently on my arm.
"We thought it best to place Anakin in a familiar setting. Chances are he's not going to have a clue where he is. Let us know as soon as he wakes so we can have a few words with him."
I nod, not finding words enough to express my deepest gratitude. She, and the other healer's bow respectfully and leave, allowing me to cross from the doorway to Anakin's bedside. I look over my young Padawan and gaze sadly at him. His face is still deathly pale, but he seems at peace. He is no longer shaking, and he seems to be enjoying a quiet sleep, one which he has not achieved since the nightmares began almost two years ago.
Gently, I reach over and stroke his short blonde hair, sending as much reassurance to him as possible, letting him know through the force that I was indeed here waiting for him. Then I see a glint of metal out of the corner of my eye. I look down and frown in disbelief at what I saw. It looks like it is made of gold-plated bone with wires, electro-drivers and electrical pulses surging through the system of intricate wiring, all of which could be seen. I shake my head, my hand clamped over my mouth so as not to make a noise and disturb Anakin. I look back over to him, wondering how on earth Anakin would be able to cope with this…addition, and whether he would be happy with the healer's automatic decision to make him into a part man, part machine.It didn't even look human for force sake. You could see clearly where all the wires fused with his severed nerve endings, the veins clipped off to prevent any blood from spilling past the end of his stump and into the mechanical hand.
Sighing I cover up the mechanical device, trying to put Anakin off of seeing it as soon as he woke up. It was the very least I could do, try to spare Anakin of anymore pain, physically or mentally. I flop down into the chair placed next to Anakin's bed, groaning ever so slightly as pain thumped steadily through my cleansed wound. I reach inside my robes and pull out my data pad, having a good search through for all the latest news and developments and was not surprised to come across a report of Anakin's and I's latest mission, how Anakin had bravely suffered a horrific injury at the hands of a Sith Lord. Accompanying that was a report on the ever looming, all important vote to decide the fate of the Military Creation Act, something which instantly put Senator Amidala into my mind, and the disturbing scenes I had witnessed between her and Anakin when I went to the back of the ship.
The Senator, resting against Anakin's lifeless form, crying silent tears into his robes, her hands entwined with his, the look of shock that passed over her face as he stirred her from her daydream. I'd thought nothing of it at the particular moment. It was merely a concerning and emotional moment for a man that had been her most loyal protector for the past couple of months. But Anakin's words soon began to mix with those images…
"So have you, grown more beautiful I mean..."
"I'd much rather dream about Padme, being around her again is….intoxicating"
"I CAN'T LEAVE HER!"
Could it be at all possible that the Senator had finally succumbed to the young Jedi's charm that so often had young girls swooning whenever he neared? I shake my head, trying to convince myself. Of course she wouldn't, she wouldn't jeopardise her job that she loves like life itself for a love that she and Anakin knows is forbidden on so many levels. Of course she wouldn't……would she?
A low groan of pain brought my eyes away from the spot on the wall that I had been unconsciously focused on, and back at Anakin. My heart leapt as I saw him, his bare chest covered in perspiration, thrashing around like he was being held back from something. I rose to my feet as he started to cry out, listening intently to the words that he yelled.
"Mom…Mom I'm sorry….I'm here, you're safe…I can help you….don't leave me… please mom, please!
I place a hand gently onto Anakin's left shoulder, shaking him a little in a desperate attempt to wake him, knowing full well that any excessive amount of movement could seriously hurt him further. I spoke kindly to him, trying to pull him from his nightmare.
"Anakin….Anakin it's only a dream. Wake on Anakin…come back to me…"