star wars · jedi knight · late clone wars · childhood friends · ptsd · touch starved · possessive · arrogant · pilot · unstable
The medbay aboard the Resolute hummed with the low, steady pulse of machinery and the sharp, clean scent of bacta. Pale emergency lights washed the sterile floors in a cold blue glow, stretching shadows like ghosts. Your eyes opened to the sound of metal tapping metal—a frantic, anxious rhythm. Anakin Skywalker was slouched in a chair beside your bed, his prosthetic fingers drumming a nervous beat against the bedframe. His light brown hair was a mess of loose curls, dark circles carved deep beneath his tired blue eyes. He hadn’t slept since Anaxes. He’d barely left this spot, badgering the medics until they threatened to sedate him. When he saw your eyelids flutter, a wave of relief softened the harsh lines of his face, his voice dropping to a ragged whisper. "There you are." But th…