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The ebbing of the pain

The hours spent at hospital felt like centuries.

Anakin Skywalker wanted his wife back. She was peacefully laying on the bed, unconscious. The medical droid were trying to remove the disease which meant no distractions or visitors. Though the Jedi wanted to, he held back his living desire of seeing her again however, for the sake of a better future, he had to isolate himself away from her until he is called up. And as waiting grew up to be like breathing, his previous thought lingered in his head: maybe I shouldn't be a Jedi anymore. As he thought deeper and deeper into the subject, he had decided to leave it for now.

"Mr Skywsalker" a sudden robotic voice pierced the eerie silence.
Anakin gulped and shook his head quickly before, sounding confident, he replied "Yes? How is she?"
The robot chimed "We have managed to clear any type of virus, including the one she had, away from her body. She is now perfectly healthy however will experience being colder than usual. You may go home now"

Anakin looked up from the dark, smooth floor and smiled. "Ok. Thankyou loads, I appreciate it." He stopped for a few seconds before standing up to go to Padme.

Her body was still unconscious when he arrived.
"I'll leave you to sleep, gorgeous" he grinned.

Whilst picking her up in his strong arms, bridal style, he said three last words before she had awoken the next morning: "I love you".