Based on https://archiveofourown.org/works/5611003

Sarlier in the day Anakin had been on a mission when you felt the force fizzing around you, you could soon feel his pain through your force bond. You quickly sped over to where he was to try to help him. Finding him injured with his stomach slashed open and his arm gone. You quickly got back up and medics came for Anakin.

Later it was night, you’d fallen asleep just an hour or two before the Force bond fizzled around you. It did that sometimes while you slept, just Anakin shifting or dreaming. Sometimes you two dreamt together, and you could guide Anakin away from his potential nightmares to the fields of Naboo, where you both would watch the clouds pass over them until they woke.

The Force grew distracting enough to wake you up, seconds before your bedroom door slid open. Anakin slipped inside and closed it silently behind him.

You sat up in bed, yawning. “Ani? Are you okay?”

Anakin used to sneak into your room almost every night for the first year you’d spent at the Temple, until Windu caught you and demanded you stop. Eventually, you switched to hologramming every night instead.

Anakin wore his usual bedtime attire, a pair of leggings cut off below the knee and no shirt, but a bandage was wrapped around his abdomen, another on his arm. He lifted the covers and you scooted over unconsciously for him to slide into bed beside you.

“‘m okay,” he replied, muttering while getting comfortable “m dying..” He whined, ever so dramatic.