Thank you for the reviews/favs for the first chapter! I hope y'all enjoy this one just as much!
This chapter is in third person…in case you can't figure it out after a while ;)
DISCLAIMER: I DON'T OWN STAR WARS.
Anakin breathed heavily as he swayed and collapsed on the muddy ground.
"Anakin!" Rayn screamed, getting up and running over, falling to her knees next to him. She rolled him onto his back and pulled his head into her lap. She looked down at Anakin's torso to find that one of the ash-figures had managed to stab him in the stomach. She gently put her hand over it, applying pressure to try to stop the bleeding. "Medic!" She yelled.
Anakin looked, dazed, up at her. "Rayn…"
"Hey, hey," Rayn tried to comfort him, pushing his soaked hair out of his face. "Keep looking at me, ok? Just stay awake. You'll be alright…you're going to be okay." She hated the fact that her voice was now shaking and sounding desperate, but she didn't care.
Rayn glanced down at the stab wound, finding that her hand wasn't enough to stop the massive amount of blood leaving Anakin's body.
"Hey, this is nothing. It's not even that bad!" She said, mainly trying to convince herself.
Anakin's heavy breathing began to slow and become more labored. His vision was beginning to fade between being foggy and in focus.
"Anakin? Anakin keep your eyes open, ok?" He faintly heard Rayn's voice as he tried to make sense of his muddled thoughts. All he knew was that his body was on fire. There was pain from so many places…
His eyelids were becoming so heavy as he kept listening to Rayn's desperate instructions.
"Stay awake, Anakin. Please…please stay awake." She begged him again.
He tried to listen to her, but the darkness was beckoning. It was comforting, and free of pain. He gave up his fight for consciousness and let his body relax and succumb to it.
"Anakin? Anakin?" Rayn gently shook his shoulders as she barely took notice of anything around her. She watched as his eyes slowly closed and his body relaxed.
"Anakin…" Rayn whispered as she closed her eyes and leaned down, pressing her forehead against his.
It was the image of complete defeat. It was the image that the media didn't see. All they saw were the stoic faces of the victorious Jedi. They never saw the faces amongst the battle field. They never saw the looks of pain on the remaining clone's face as he went around confirming each of his brothers' deaths. They never saw the numerous corpses strewn across the mud with two broken Jedi in the middle of a downpour. They never saw the tears falling down Rayn's face as she begged Anakin to wake up. They never saw the painfully hideous wounds on both Jedi. They never saw the true images of the war, and they never would.
The image changed as Rayn opened her eyes and looked up as the medical clone knelt down beside her and pressed two fingers to Anakin's neck, feeling his pulse.
"We need to move him, now." The clone told Rayn. She nodded and helped pick up his upper body as the clone took his legs.
They carried him to the ship as the rain poured down around them.
As soon as they were in the medbay on the ship, the medical clone began working on Anakin with Rayn helping occasionally.
After half an hour of work, Pistol – the medical clone – was beginning to stitch up the stab wound on Anakin's abdomen while Rayn sat cross-legged on the bed with Anakin's head in her lap.
She watched Anakin's unsteady breaths fog up the oxygen mask around his mouth and nose with each exhale before disappearing again.
Fog, fade, fog, fade, fog…
Rayn stared at the oxygen mask, watching the fog slowly fade.
She took off the mask and held her hand above his mouth and nose, feeling for air leaving him.
"He's not breathing." She told Pistol.
Pistol looked up at her worriedly, dropping his needle and suture. He looked over at the heart monitor, watching two small beeps cross the screen before there was no more.
"Get up." Pistol told Rayn.
She stood up, letting Anakin's head rest on the bed as Pistol grabbed a defibrillator.
Pistol held the two iron-shaped panels as they charged up. As soon as they were charged, Pistol hovered over Anakin's chest and midsection with them.
"Clear." He said before he touched them down on Anakin's skin.
He arched up into the electrical charge before falling back down on the hospital bed. Pistol checked Anakin's pulse before repeating the process again.
Each time Anakin's body would arch up, she silently prayed that the electric charge would start his heart again.
As Pistol sent the electrical charge through Anakin's body for the fourth time, he and Rayn were beginning to lose hope.
"Please don't die on me." Pistol whispered before placing the defibrillator on Anakin's upper body again.
After Anakin slumped back down onto the bed, Pistol checked his pulse and the heart monitor again, watching for anything.
After a few seconds of deafening silence, a faint beep filled the room. Anakin's eyes flickered as he began to breathe again.
Pistol smiled up at Rayn. "He's going to live." He told her.
Rayn sighed out of relief as Pistol went back to stitching up Anakin's stab wound.
Rayn knew that it would be a long ride back to Coruscant. She knew fully well how many clones' lives were lost and that the mission to Ayseiin had been a complete failure; but right now, that didn't matter. All that mattered was that Anakin was going to live. They were off Ayseiin, away from the ash-figures.
They were going to be alright.
FIN
The end! I hope y'all enjoyed it! I told y'all it'd be really short, and it was, but I hope y'all liked it anyway. I know I had fun writing it :]
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