Prompt: Luke having to temporarily wear breathing stuff like Darth Vader.
“Luke? Luke!” The voices were fuzzy and indistinct and he couldn’t think it was so loud and who was-? Vader! Luke twisted, fought the hands holding him down because someone had to do something, someone had to warn the others that Vader was-
No. No he wasn’t. The connection in his mind was dormant. He didn’t sense the man anywhere in the vicinity. Which meant the breathing was- No! No no no this isn’t happening. This isn’t real!
Leia bit her lip as she brushed the hair out of Luke’s face. “Shhh, it’s alright, you’re alright,” she choked out. How Luke had woken up in the middle of the operation, she had no idea. But seeing him so disoriented and in pain was horrible. Clearly the sound of the respirator was giving him the same jolts of fear she was struggling to suppress. “Just breathe, Luke, it’s okay. We’re almost done. One more piece of shrapnel, alright? One more and you can go back to sleep.” Leia closed her eyes and willed the surgeon to hurry.