Wires | Darth Vader/Anakin Skywalker |

Four

//So I used a "readability" test online and apparently I write like a comic book... and at a reading level for ten year olds............. wow okay rude.//

I could feel the regret hanging in the air the moment I stepped through the threshold. Anakin laid in his bed, the way I left him last night, fast asleep. It was morning, and I was now on full time babysitting duty. I was to be there for medical his needs until he was healed completely. That now included me sleeping there, in case he needed something in the night. They had set up a cot and a dresser containing my things. I didn't mind it, it was a lot better than what I did throughout a normal day. It would have been a lot better, if not for what Anakin had said the night before. It took all night for it to sink under my skin. I (there was no doubt in my mind that it was I he was talking about) made Darth Vader weak at the knees. The thought made me smile until I realized that I had to face a conscience Darth Vader today and the days to come. That is to say, if he didn't decide to kill me on the spot. I somehow doubted he would, based on how he spoke about me. What he was capable of still frightened me. Which brought me to my second point of anxiety; My name. It was foreign to me, but felt to familiar. How did he know? Did he search me? Does he know more about me than I do? Am I so interesting that he took such a liking to me?
I was silent as I move to my side of the room and set a few things on the dresser. I had few belongings, besides what they gave me. Whenever a platoon of storm troopers desolated a village, they always brought back items of value. I had caught the eye of a few Troopers, because I often got little gifts from them. Though it was hard for me to take, considering how they became in their possession, but what happened could not be changed, and I couldn't refuse them.
I heard Anakin move, and I tensed up. "Good morning." He muttered , holding himself up on his forearms. "Why are you here so early?" His voice was deep and groggy from sleep. He sat upright, and rubbed the sleep from his eyes.
"Well, because of the severity of your wounds, I have been appointed to be with you at all times, in case of emergency." His brow creased. The tubes decreased his mobility, and he stayed in bed.
"How long would you suspect you'll be here?" He asked, running his fingers over the exposed part of his face.
"I'm not sure, I have never treated someone who was force sensitive, I don't know if you would heal faster than others, or slower." I avoided eye contact, opening one of the drawers to my dresser and inspected the clothing. I mentally crossed my fingers, hoping he wouldn't mention anything from last night.
"I can handle myself, you know. I am a grown man, not a child." He said, annoyed. Did he not understand that I didn't want this either?
"I know that you are a grown man, but you are in pain and need my help. If you refuse me, you could get hurt again." I spoke, still trying to occupy myself with the clothing in the dresser.
"Oh." He fell back onto the bed with a huff. "What time is it?" He yawned, blinking sleepily.
I sighed in relief. "It's Nine in the morning, sir." I silently thanked the gods that he did not bring up last night.
"I assume im not 'allowed' to leave this bed, am I?" He asked as though he were a child receiving punishment.
"No, you're not. You are on bed rest." As I spoke, he sighed dramatically.
"Im not so hurt that I cant handle walking around!" He yelled angrily, suddenly wide awake.
"Sir, I don't think you realize the severity of your wounds! Eighty-five percent of your body has been burned, your legs dismembered, your hand cut off, and now you have a lightsabre wound across your chest! Most people do not get up from that!" I was annoyed, yet astonished that I had spoken to Darth Vader in such a tone.
He bolted upright, dangerously yanking on the tubes. "I told you to call me Anakin!" I froze, and so did he. I dont think he quite remembered last night until then. I could see it in his face, the exact moment he realized it. His name, Padme, The secret... and my name. His face softened and he slouched, his gaze moving to his hands. His hands were clenched and his knuckles were white. "Please... just call me Anakin. It would be easier for me." I didn't ask him what he meant by that. I just walked over and sat down next to him.
We didn't speak for a while, until i broke the silence. "What you called me last night, was that my real name?" His gaze flickered to me, then his hand relaxed and slumped onto the bed, letting out a breath of air that he had been holding.
"Yes." He closed his eyes and steadied his breathing, having no intention of giving an explanation.
I stayed quiet for a moment, in thought. How did he know my real name? The question made my mouth dry, and it rang in my head much louder than before. I was sure he could hear it.