Dark Deceptions // a Darth Vader x Reader

4 - Worthy

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Y/N's POV

I shuffled to the door, inputting the code to unlock it. Whoever was at my door this late- past curfew, mind you -better have a good fucking excuse. I was trying to go to bed, especially after such a busy day. As the door hisses and slides open, I'm met with none other than my best friend: Darth Vader.

He looked down at me, before practically pushing me aside and entering my room. "Why does it hurt so badly? I've done everything you said, and it hurts like fucking hell." He grits out cruelly, stopping in the middle of my room and looking around.

I huff a bit in annoyance, before closing the door behind him and turning to face him. "You know, most people greet others with a 'hello' or a 'may I come in?' before they enter someone's room." I grumble out, crossing my arms over my chest.

At my defiance, Vader bristles and scoffs, looking at me as if I was dirt on his boot. His eyes were filled with irritation, but also a hint of pain hidden within them. My expression softens and my hands fall to my sides.

"I'm not most people. And I didn't come for all of your chatter, medic," he starts, before going to remove his dark robe. As he does so, I'm revealed to the sight of his bare abdomen. This time, I could actually take him in.

He was very muscular, with a prominent set of abs on his stomach. His biceps and arms were large and veiny, with obvious tension lingering within them. He also had a very light sheen of sweat on his tan skin, his body marred with scars, some old and some new. There was a bit of hair that appeared beneath his belly button and disappeared into his pants, that were just conveniently hung lowly on his hips. I could make out the start of his v line.

If I wasn't being asked to help him, who knows what I would've done or said. But I managed to pull myself together. I had a job to do, and it wasn't to ogle the dark lord of the Sith.

My eyes took him in slowly, but I was soon snapped out of my daze when he took a step closer. "Stop drooling and get to work fixing my wound." He spits out, going to take a seat at the edge of my bed. At that, I harden up again and roll my eyes. "I wasn't drooling."

He scoffs, leaning back as I approach. "If you say so." He mutters cooly. I begin to unwrap the bandaging, setting it aside carefully as I assess the wound. It was red and swollen, a bit more inflamed and certainly more gnarly looking than the first time I had treated him today. "Oh, God.. did you not listen to anything I told you?" I asked, heading over to my bathroom.

I had a first aid kit and some other simple medical supplies in there, just in case, although I wasn't expecting it for something like this. As I'm grabbing the supplies, Vader huffs indignantly at my words. "I did what you said. I chilled  or whatever you called it." He says in a low mutter.

Once I'm back out into the bedroom, I set the supplies on the bed, all in a neat array. Then, I grab some bacta gel and a few cleaning pads to cleanse the wound. "I can tell by the inflammation and color that you did something wrong. Just be honest with me, Vader." I reply quietly.

I was deeply focused, making sure to clean the wound properly again. Vader sighs, looking away from me and tensing up a bit as the alcohol makes contact with the wound. "Okay, well.. I wanted to take a shower," he says simply, shrugging.

"I told you to be careful with that. And look what happened?" I grumbled, rolling my eyes. Men never listen, even when a girl is obviously right about something. You would think he'd listen to me, considering this was my job, I knew what I was talking about, but clearly not.