So I promised you'd get a dramatic-about-life Anakin, so here it is.

"As I lay on this cold hard floor," Anakin began. He was very bored because he had to lay around and "heal" for TWO DAYS.

So, naturally, he was attempting to write a poem.

Obviously.

"My limbs are freezing up."

"....Master....?"

"I think about how terrible life is, and wish I was doing something.
What is life?
Is it just a winding road that takes you to laying on a floor?
Or is it the thing that binds this galaxy together?"

"......What the heck....."

"Shhhhh I'm being artistic," He urged.
"So, after careful consideration, I've decided if I was a Sith-"

"I'm starting to get concerned for your mental health-" Anakin cut her off.

"-If I was a Sith, I'd be called Darth Ice Cream."

"I'm seriously concerned-"

"You shouldn't be." He looked up at      Gabrielle from the floor.

"Master," She rolled her eyes. "It's just four days, you'll be fine."

"Two days," He corrected her.

"Actually, no," She prepared for another poem. "Due to your condition the medical drioid suggested two more days here."

"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!"

And then the poetry struck again.

Sorry for the short chapter!

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