Dark Deceptions // a Darth Vader x Reader

3 - Little One

The door slid shut behind me, without my touch, as the person let go of my wrist. I turned, looking up at them. It was him again, Darth Vader. My eyes widened with fear as I cowered back slightly.

Vader grimaced, shaking his head. He reached forward, using the Force to stop me, just as he did my first night here.

"No. You aren't leaving until you help me." He spits out. His eyes were glowing a fierce red, his cloak long gone and his features on display for me. That's when I realized what was going on: he needed my help. 

He had on armor, but there was a large blast shot on his chest. I take a shaky breath, calming myself, before approaching him. "Alright, okay.. take off your armor so I can see the wound." I murmur quietly, a nervous spike in my voice.

Vader was breathing heavily, sweat running down his brow. He nodded, reaching back to take off his armor. The undershirt beneath the armor was soaked with blood. My eyes widened again as I turned to put on gloves. Vader continued to remove his undershirt. 

When my gaze returned to him, his torso was now bare. My eyes caught sight of his chest, the large gash running across it, bleeding heavily. If I wasn't so distracted by the wound, I would've been admiring his muscular, toned abdomen. Yet, I had a duty to perform.

I approach, grabbing some bandages. I reach forward, looking into his eyes for a moment, silently telling him I was going to touch him. Vader nodded wordlessly, taking a breath as he sat back on the examination table. 

I bought the bandages to the wound, applying pressure to stop the bleeding. He inhales sharply, wincing at the pain. "I'm sorry, just breathe in and out. I have to stop the bleeding first." I murmur quietly, using my soothing voice to try and assuage his worries.

Vader's hands moved to grip the edge of the table as he winced and cursed under his breath. Even though I couldn't feel his pain, I knew something like this would hurt like hell. From my first look, it seemed deep, but not deep enough to need stitches. It was worse in length, rather than depth. 

Once the bleeding stopped, I took the soiled bandages and tossed them into a bin. Now, I had a clear view of the wound. It was large and deep, running across Vader's chest. I move over to the counter, grabbing some bacta and some cleaning pads. 

He was much more calm now, watching me closely. His hand was gripping the table so tightly, his knuckles were white. I approach slowly, setting the items down on the little table.

"Alright, this is going to sting really badly. But I have to clean the wound to keep it uninfected. Just sit still." I instruct. Vader nodded, hissing out in pain as I cleaned the wound. His bionic hand shot up to grip my wrist, the grip being extremely tight. 

I winced, immediately ceasing my work. Vader grimaces, glaring at me. "Go slowly!" He hisses out. I pause for a moment, before nodding. His grip loosens on my wrist, but he keeps his hand on my skin. I continue cleaning the wound, slowing down considerably. Vader nodded a little, sighing deeply. 

Once the stinging sensations sizzled down, Vader relaxed again, a stoic expression resuming on his face. It was clear he was in pain- who wouldn't be -but he was trying to remain calm about it all. 

After I cleaned the wound, I turned to grab some more fresh bacta and clean bandages. The silence between us was slowly beginning to get to me. He sat in silence, I worked in silence. As I applied some bacta, I decided to speak up.

"What happened? To get such a large wound, I mean," I ask quietly, my eyes focused on my work. Vader bristles at my questioning, rolling his eyes as if this was annoying him.