Disclaimer I don't own him. George Lucas does. This is completely AU.
He couldn't breathe. Shutting his eyes tight against the sensation he realized that he couldn't move either. Oh… this couldn't be good. The only thing that he could remember was his Master's voice and then the ship going down. He never lost control of his. Never. But the Force had… no, he wouldn't say that it had failed him. It had been something in the planet's atmosphere. Something done by its people.
But now… now he wasn't too sure where he was at. Where he'd crashed or where his Master had landed or crashed at. All he knew was that he couldn't breath. Shutting his eyes he just laid there allowing himself to heal or at least try to by way of the Force.
It had been days… possibly weeks when he was found. But he felt it flow over him. Felt a nice cool breeze of air flow over his aching body.
"Is it alive?"
"Seems to be…"
"Good."
He wasn't sure who the voices belonged to and at that very moment he didn't really care. All that mattered was the air that he was breathing was cool and fresh. That it felt good over his aching body.