Dark Deceptions // a Darth Vader x Reader

3 - Little One

"Didn't they tell you not to ask questions, little one?" He asks, his haunting eyes on mine. Little one?! Where the hell did that come from. I open my mouth to protest, only for him to cut me off. "You are certainly.. little. Young, I mean. Do not argue with me." He mutters.

How did he know I was thinking that?

"I can read your mind. You have very loud thoughts." Vader says, a hint of a smirk teasing his lips. My eyes widened and I froze, just staring at him in surprise. He can read my mind?! How was this possible? Is he listening right now? 

At that, Vader chuckles, a full on chuckle. He smiles, the soft sound of his laugh echoing lightly in the clinic room. But then, he winces and quickly stops himself from laughing, the motion causing him pain. 

"Don't make me laugh, it hurts to," he starts, settling down. "And I can choose when I want to read your mind. I typically don't listen to anyone's thoughts, as they all tend to be so.. monotonous, but yours are high in volume." 

Great. A man that can read my thoughts, just what I needed. I sigh, resuming my work. I was trying not to think of anything, but I was clearly failing. Vader stills himself as I finish the bacta.

"Sit up so I can wrap your bandages," I instruct. Vader sits up with a grimace, lifting his arms as I reach behind him and begin the process of wrapping his chest with the beige bandaging. My face was close to his body, my hands skimming against his heated skin as I did my job.

Vader tensed each time my fingers just slightly touched him. It was likely due to the pain he was going through. Soon enough, the bandaging was settled tightly on the wound. I pull back, assessing my work and nodding in approval. I step back, before letting a sympathetic smile cross my lips.

"Stay here, I'll go grab you some antibiotics for pain." I murmur, before leaving the clinic room. I walked to the back room, grabbing some over the table medicine for him. I wasn't allowed to prescribe heavy medicine to patients without assessment from another doctor, but we were so swamped, I didn't want to burden someone else with the task. 

I quickly returned, only to see him pulling on his cloak. I hold out the two pill bottles, looking up at him. "Take two of these before bed and in the morning, it'll help with pain. Once they are gone, if you're still feeling pain, come back to me and I can get something better worked out for you."

He takes the pills, examining them and nodding thoughtfully. 

"Also, change your bandages after any physical activity that requires any exertion, like using that laser sword or showering." I add on, gesturing to the lightsaber on his hip. Vader smirks a little, nodding.

"Alright," he mutters simply. With that, he moves past me and exits the clinic room. He didn't say anything else, no 'thank you,' or 'thanks,' just walked out. What a rude man.

I cleaned the room and went to my desk to input the data for his treatment, before being assigned my next patient.

The rest of the day was spent in the medbay, treating injuries on a multitude of people. By the time I was finally able to leave, it was late and I was exhausted, but I was also starving.

I headed out of the medbay, only to run into Piett again. He was waiting, like he had been for the past few days. It was our thing now, getting meals together. And I really like it, I liked Piett. He was kind, and actually very talkative.

When he saw my tired expression, he furrowed his brows, coming to walk alongside me.

"You look tired, you must've been swamped with the troopers from the recent mission." He says, looking me over. I nod, yawning. He was right, I was swamped. If I wasn't so hungry, I would've went straight to my quarters and crashed in my bed. But, my stomach was speaking louder than my tiredness.

"Yeah, I treated like.. 13 troopers, and Darth Vader." I muse, looking at Piett. He opens the dining hall door for me, a shocked expression appearing on his face at my revelation. "Wait.. Darth Vader?! You treated him?!" He exclaims. 

I simply nodded as we got into line to get food. I went with a salad and some fruit, while Piett got some sort of burger. We went to sit down in our little corner, away from the other troopers that were eating. As soon as I sat down, Piett looked at me with wide eyes.

"You have to tell me the whole story, Y/n. There's no way you can just randomly drop the fact that you treated Darth Vader and not give me any details," he says, smiling widely. I scoffed at his excitement, going to eat my salad.

"Fine, fine," I start. "But stop looking like a little puppy, Piett." I instruct. Piett nods and gestures for me to explain. 

The rest of dinner was filled with me telling Piett about my experience with Vader. I told him about the wound, how Vader had grabbed me, and how he had left without even saying thank you. I did leave out the part about him calling me 'little one,' as I just felt like that was something I wanted to keep secret. 

That night, Piett walked me to my room and I showered, getting ready for bed. By the time it was around 10, I was in bed and falling asleep. Before I could fully get asleep, there was the sound of a knocking on my door. 

Who in the galaxy was knocking at my door this late?