^^^ a drawing I never finished and didn't really like but I haven't posted any art in a while so here ya goooo

"So, get this; -" My feet dangled off the examination bed as Elide worked on a cut on my upper arm, a holopad in my other hand as I read the entry to occupy my raging mind and ignored the sting of the needle she was working with. Cloths sated with my blood lay in a bucket mere inches from my left foot, bandages around the wounds on my legs. I was almost completely covered with them. Had it not been for my protests, my head would've been wrapped in bandages too.

And I would've been stabbed multiple times with a sedative if I hadn't outright refused them. Instead, I remained calmy seated as she sutured all the wounds closed and only flinched every so often, much to her frustration. "Apparently, the king had his own personal doctor falsify the reports of his scans, only so that nobody would find out he didn't have the genetic tumour his supposed father had."

Scoffing, I lowered the datapad and glanced at Elide, her brows pulled into a permanent frown as I studied her. "They didn't stop to realize that the Republic would propose to perform an operation, by me."

"No, because they would've been crazy to do so." She sneered and glared at me before she resumed with the stitch she was working on. Her cheeks were reddened with frustration, eyes narrowed with concentration. "Running off to fight pirates, pff."

Chuckling, I diverted my eyes back to the datapad as I lifted a brow. "I was trained when I was younger, you know." Feeling her inject another needle, I merely sniffed before turning my attention back to the text. Somehow, my strength was returning at a remarkable speed. Already I could feel the fire crackling in my veins far stronger than for the past few weeks. The magic had sped up the process of healing, too.

"Yes, but you're a doctor now, not some trained mercenary." Elide grumbled. "We need you whole to perform our surgeries."

"You've still got Cassian." I referenced the other surgeon that worked here, a man that had tried to flirt with me multiple times already. We'd even hanged out a couple of times till late in the evening but nothing ever really came out of it. It wasn't that he was bad looking, he just... wasn't a certain male I was still pining for.

"Yes, we do." Elide surged upright when she was done and swatted my shoulder in frustration.

"Hey!" I protested and quickly glanced at her.

"But that doesn't mean you get to do reckless things." My widened eyes stared at her as she glared, deep brown eyes boring into mine. "You leave the fighting to the jedi, okay?!" With the needle pointing my way, she waited for an answer as her eyes almost spit fire, a single blond lock hanging before her eyes.

I chuckled softly. If only she knew who she was talking to. Somehow, I got the idea she wouldn't behave differently, anyway. "Yes, ma'am."

"Good." She sighed in relief, putting her hands on her hips as she surveyed her work. "Now I've still got about 6 wounds left. Maker, how are you even reading right now?"

My mouth pulled into a smirk. "I've survived worse." I'd survived literal death, but she didn't need to know that.

"You survived me." At the sound of his voice, I quickly glanced up, spotting him in the corner of the room as he lifted his hand as a sign of greeting. Arthas. I couldn't help the smile that suddenly graced my lips as I scanned that black hair hanging before his brown eyes, that playful smirk that I hadn't seen for weeks.

"Hi, little dragon." He greeted. I hated to admit it but gods, I'd missed him. My eyes lit up as I smiled, almost lifting my own hand in greeting when I noticed the assistant still working on me.

"I don't even want to know." Elide mumbled as she continued to the next challenge, oblivious to the small exchange.

I almost wanted to continue a soundless conversation with the shadow in the corner until a knock suddenly sounded on the door. The energy sparked within me, almost singing with joy, fire crackling and dancing with heat. "What is it?" Elide grumbled, annoyed at the interruption. She had enough to deal with already.

"There's a jedi here to see the doctor." Came from behind the door. "Says he wants to question the doctor about the recent attack." Anakin? My heart leaped, knowing he was on one of the closest battlefronts. He'd have had to be the one to have received the distress call.

"Well, tell him he can wait, -"

"Send him in!" I answered for Elide, to her annoyance, unable to hide the excitement. I could feel her glare on the side of my face as the door opened slowly.

"Anakin, you won't believe who I, -" After making sure she was done with her last suture, I jumped off the seat and onto my bare feet as I glanced at the emerging figure.

The datapad fell on the ground with a loud clang, the sound reverberating through the room as silence ensued. It wasn't who I'd expected. Neatly styled, auburn hair that was slightly tuzzled, making it even more alluring to run your fingers through. Deep ocean eyes that twinkled with a certain mischief, little lines next to the corner of his eyes that lightened up his face and hid the dark bags that came from months on the battlefield. A thick groomed beard that covered his sharp jaw and those lips, I... Obi.

"Oh dear, here we go." Vaguely I heard Arthas's grumbling before he stepped back into the shadows and disappeared.

Obi Wan smiled graciously as he bowed his head, arms folded before him under his thick dark brown cloak. "Your majesty." He greeted as our eyes met again.

"Majesty?" Elide chirped from my left side as she chuckled softly, glancing back and forth between me and him. "She's a doctor, sir, not some 'royalty'."

Obi Wan merely glanced at her warily for a second before diverting his attention back to me and straightening his spine. He lifted one eyebrow as his smirk grew, amusement playing in his eyes. A roaring began in my head. I hadn't heard from him in months yet here he was, acting like we'd been friends all along and spilling the very secret I'd kept hidden from my colleagues for so long. I didn't know how to feel, especially because every inch of my body was telling me to run towards him and never let him go.

When no reaction came from me he had that gaze wandering down my body, making goosebumps arise on my entire skin and clench my hands into fists. They darted from wound to wound, to the barely covering hospital dress they'd put me in when the OR clothes had been sated with blood and then to the bones that now showed through my skin. I'd lost weight these past few months, more than was deemed healthy. My cheeks had grown hollow and my limbs thinner, skin almost a pale grey due to the months spent without a single ray of sunshine.

"You've seen better days, princess." Those blue eyes looked at mine again with sympathy. The breath stocked in my throat. Heimdall, protect me. Be it from him, or the anger that was growing inside of me. Because it was him that'd put me here, him that made sure that I had been locked up.

"Princess?!" Elide exclaimed, taking one step towards Obi Wan. "What in the... Maker, what is going on here?"

Putting one hand on her abdomen, I gently pushed her to the side. She sputtered and protested, but when she saw my unyielding gaze in his direction she quickly silenced. 84 days. 84 days with no word, no message. Not even a simple goodbye before it all. Yet now, here he was. Apparently, I'd only needed to get mortally wounded for him to acknowledge my existence.

Something was boiling within me, and I didn't know if I wanted to let it out. After all, my body was still deciding whether to throttle or to kiss him and my mind remained in an internal battle.

"Maybe it's best if her royal majesty herself tells you, when she's recovered her voice, that is-" Then, I snapped. I couldn't hear that damned accent, those damned velvet words flow from his lips any longer. Not while I'd suffered these past few months without him sending one word.

I barged towards him, lifting my arm in the process, and throwing one of the most powerful blows I had ever delivered right on his nose. There was a sickening crunch as our skin met and his head flew backwards, hand flying up to his now bruised face in a heartbeat as blood trickled down. Somewhere behind me I heard objects falling to the ground and a surprised intake of breath accompanied by it.

"How dare you come in here, -" Hands gripped me from behind as I yelled, dragging me away from him while he looked at his hand in confusement. His skin and the front of his tunic was covered in blood as it flowed down his lips and his eyes darted towards mine, pain laced in them together with outright bewilderment.

"Help!" Elide chirped from behind me as my arms slipped through her tiny fingers, trying to pull me back with all her weight when I'd tried to land another punch. "Help, now!" Another arm slipped free at the exact moment the door opened abruptly. It took mere seconds for the assistants to read the room, resulting in them both grasping for my other arm and holding me back when I'd tried to launch at him again.

Stitches tore and new blood ran down my limbs but I didn't care. "You locked me up!" I snarled as I struggled against their hold, legs kicking at air. "You bastard, you locked me up!"

"Doctor!" Elide's voice was accusing as she shook my arm. "Come to your senses!" Obi Wan merely took a few steps back, his fingers holding his nose closed as he tried to even his breathing and those eyes... Gods, those eyes were looking at me so sadly yet so disappointed that I almost sunk to my knees at the spot.

"Get off of me!" The blood was already soaking the bandages and my energy was draining, but I continued to fight against their hold. Because giving in would mean realizing what I'd done, what emotions I'd tried to hide. I couldn't do that just yet.

"Maker, what is even, -" Elide let go of my arm when she noticed the two assistants had it under control. She pointed her finger at the newly arrived jedi. "You, go, now." There was a sudden authority in her voice that had even the master scrambling for the door in mere seconds. As my thrashing lessened her voice continued a much softer note. "And go see Cassian for your nose, dear."

He simply nodded. Before he shut the door, Obi Wan glanced at my eyes once more as I slowly calmed down, breathing through my nose. That hurt, that pure and raw hurt that flashed through his eyes. My heart sunk to the bottom of my chest as I breathed out, silver starting to line my eyes after the door had closed. With that, it seemed all my anger had left with him.

Slowly the hold on my arms lessened till they let go all together. "Easy." Elide whispered. All three of them stood there, watching me warily, waiting for another outburst. When none came Elide simply walked to my front, glancing back and forth between me and the door with her eyebrows raised. "Care to explain what just happened?"

"I..." I plumbed down back on the examination table; all energy suddenly drained right out of me. "It's a long story." My head fell into my hands. "I'm sorry."

I heard Elide's sigh from beside me, then felt her warm hand on top of my shoulder. "All right." She whispered and then slowly started to retrieve her instruments which she had thrown on the floor in her hurry to get to me. Her stern eyes glided back to mine; her mouth pulled in a thin line. Yet, there was sympathy there in her eyes and a certain understanding that had me relaxing slightly. "We'll have to start over again."

~

My eyes stared outside at those stars twinkling in the distance. Numerous planets and constellations and I had seen but two of them. So many people out there, and I only thought about one of them. Hated him but loved him all the same.

"Damn you, Freya." For making me fall in love with him. For making me turn back that moment when I could have grasped Anduin's hand instead. I sighed deeply, closing my eyes as I bowed my head. For making me regret the things I'd done.

My mind was still stuck on that moment but especially on the truth I'd have to spill to him soon. Maul had been here. I fought him and lost. He'd probably heard my name too and would soon discover how exactly I came to hate him. He would find out what the reason was for my hatred and would consequently use it against either me or Obi Wan. He would find us.

Maybe he'd use me like he used Satine, kill me only to make Obi Wan suffer. No. My eyes narrowed. I wouldn't be used like that, like some object to sacrifice only to hurt the jedi in his plot for revenge. I wouldn't degrade myself to a mere love interest to be thrown to the dogs. Even if it meant going against Obi Wan or maybe leaving him all together and lying to him, I wouldn't. Even if I had to make him hate me to accomplish it, I had to do it.

"You know, we could always strangle him." My eyes darted to his figure, leaning against the wall casually. "Or poison, I'm sure you've got enough options there." His eyes darted towards mine as he smirked. "Then Maul wouldn't be a problem anymore and the jedi wouldn't be plaguing you constantly."

"I'm not going to kill him, Arthas."

"Why not?" He simply shrugged, uninterested, following my gaze to the stars. "He's going to die either way, be it in one or 40 years while you're going to live for hundreds after." I felt his eyes focussing on mine after. "His life is but a flicker of your own, you know that."

Cursing in my mind, my hands balled into fists. If this was what it was like to live but a few months without him, how would I end up after years, maybe even decennia? With a deep sigh I closed my eyes, trying to get the thought out of my mind.

"Doctor?" A knock sounded on the door together with Elide's soft voice. My eyes opened and stayed glued on that vast horizon. I hadn't needed her adding the next to know she was being accompanied. "Have you calmed down enough now?"

Scoffing, I glanced down at my figure. Wearing a simple tunic and loose pants, I looked nothing like the disaster I'd looked mere hours ago. "Come in." I merely answered, turning towards the door as they entered. First my gaze landed on Elide as she stood there anxiously, glancing between me and the jedi beside her.

When my eyes landed on him I could see her stiffening in the corner of my vision. If it was because of my stern eyes or what had happened before, I wasn't sure. It was my turn now to examine him, the small bandage that covered his nose and the redness around it. There was no doubt in my mind that I had broken it before.

At least Cassian had managed to settle it back in place. "You've seen better days, master jedi." My arms crossed before my chest.

"Maker." Elide snorted at the casual comeback.

"Well, you would know, princess." Obi Wan casually answered as he drew his hand through his hair. "I can't always look devastatingly handsome."

Elide snorted again, a faint smile lighting up her face as my expression only hardened. "So, no more punching each other, right?" She glanced between us.

His eyes landed on me again, his gaze scrutinizing as they narrowed. "No, thank you, ma'am."

"Hmm." She gave him a pondering once over. "I like him." Elide smiled gently before settling her eyes on me while a blush formed on Obi Wan's cheeks. "No more punches from you, doc, or you'll have to operate by yourself tomorrow."

Scoffing softly, I nodded in consent with a faint smile. "Thank you, Elide." She flashed me a smirk before she gently closed the door behind her.

Obi Wan coughed awkwardly after, shifting on his feet. Then, he seemed to recover and met my hard gaze with a similar one. "She's a good assistant."

"The best." I added before turning back to the window, trying to calm the nerves swirling in my stomach.

A sigh followed from behind me. "We have to talk."

"Yes, yes we do."

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