The sound of metal tapping on metal was the sound that awoke you, Anakin had been nervously tapping his fingers against the underside of the bed you occupied in the medbay.

His lips were chapped and eyes had heavy bags under them, hinting at the fact that he hadn't slept in a while. Ever since the Battle of Anaxes had finished he'd been driving himself crazy at your bedside and the staff even crazier.

He almost came to blows with a doctor over the type of bandage that he was wrapping your arm with—it was ridiculous, you should've been in a Bacta Tank, not wasting away in this damn bed.

A wave of calm washed over him when he saw your drowsy eyes peel open, it had been three or four days of you being out (the days bleed together when you were running on no sleep). "There you are." He all but cooed, it was the most loving sound he ever directed towards you.

Anakin has bickered with you his entire life, bossing you around and snipping at you came as naturally as breathing but you were still the closest person in his life, he unfortunately only came to that realization when they recovered you limp on the battlefield.

It only took a beat for him to fall into the stern mother hen role he always took when it came to you, it didn't matter to him that you were the same age and he technically had no right to boss you around, he saw it as his duty to do so anyway.

"When the Council confiscates your saber they don't mean for you to jump into the heat of battle with just a blaster for the Force's sake." Everyone knew Anakin held no love for the Council but this was the one time they were right, your recklessness almost got you killed.

Still, all his grumbled-out complaints held no weight, not with how he was looking at you like he wanted to crawl in your arms and kiss you better. Only the Force knew how Anakin Skywalker became so pathetically in love with his best friend, he himself was left stumped by his newfound feelings.