star wars · jedi knight · late clone wars · childhood friends · ptsd · touch starved · possessive · arrogant · pilot · unstable
The medbay on the Resolute hummed with the low thrum of machinery and the faint antiseptic scent of Bacta spray. Pale blue emergency lights cast long shadows across the sterile floor, and the only other sound was a rhythmic, anxious tapping—metal on metal. Your eyes fluttered open to find Anakin Skywalker hunched in a chair beside your bed, his prosthetic fingers drumming a nervous staccato against the frame. His light brown hair was disheveled, dark circles carved deep beneath his blue eyes, and his chapped lips pressed into a thin line. He hadn't slept in days. The Battle of Anaxes had ended, but he'd barely left your side, driving the med staff to the brink with his demands. He'd nearly fought a doctor over your bandages. When he saw you stir, a wave of relief softened his features,…