Super Lumpy Bed, Fandom Clinic [Sunday morning]

[sith_happened]

Anakin woke up with a groan. It took him a good few minutes to even open his eyes, and he regretting it almost immediately once he did: the lights gave him a pounding migraine. Rory called for the clinic staff, and they gave him a brief rundown of what had happened (he was suddenly and intensely grateful for not being treated with a Fisher Price plastic doctor's kit) and how he'd once again been used like a battery to abet the Toymaker's schemes.

Jedi didn't hate but Anakin was prepared to make an exception for this guy.

When Rory and the kids had gotten enough hugs and reassurances that he'd be okay and had headed back home to leave him to rest up, he grabbed his comm and sent an island-wide email:

Not as dead as rumored. Classes will proceed as normal next week. -A. Skywalker

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[sith_happened]

"It's not that different."

Anakin, don't be like that.

[uncertain_dume]

"Let me have my small delusions, Skywalker."

Because otherwise all he had left was tea, and that was just cruel.

[sith_happened]

Anakin smiled. "Very well. Delude away."