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Ahsoka hoped the limping wasn’t obvious. Her right leg ached, but she was fine. The healers could wait.
Besides, there was some sort of flu going around, so it was packed in there.
And Jinx and O’Mer were in way worse shape than she was, so Ahsoka would push through.
She entered her room and all but collapsed onto the ground. She found her way to the bathroom, and turned on the water while she got ready for the bath. She’d take a shower if it didn’t hurt to stand.
Ahsoka slowly lifted her dress. She winced with every movement. Her chest begged her not to move, with sharp pains she’d cry about later. Her chest was covered in bruises, but it was normal for an experience like that.
The trandoshans put her through hell, of course she'd be hurt. She just wasn’t hurt enough to need it checked out.
When she stepped into the water, it was immediately tainted with blood. She ignored it and proceeded as normal. She wiped the blood and injuries with a towel, leaving it stained red.
Anakin was waiting in the living room of their Master-Padawan suite.
Ahsoka walked past him to their mini-kitchen. She grabbed a box of crackers.
“Did you go to the healers yet?” Anakin asked.
Ahsoka nodded. “Said I was all good. Just some bruises.”
Anakin raised an eyebrow.
“Just got lucky,” Ahsoka shrugged, even though it hurt. “‘M going to sleep.”
“I’ll be just across the way,” Anakin said.
“I know,” Ahsoka took the box of crackers with her. She laid on her bed and snacked, thinking of the trandoshans.
The fear as they hunted her, and the anticipation when they were about to escape flashed through Ahsoka's mind.
Kalifa’s death haunted her memories. Every time Ahsoka closed her eyes, she saw Kalifa’s last breath. She saw the pleasure the trandoshans took from killing them, and the happiness in tracking them.
Tears fell down Ahsoka’s eyes, but she didn’t cry. She kept it to herself, otherwise Anakin would hear and think something was wrong.
He suddenly poked at her bond. Must’ve sensed that I was thinking about him.
Ahsoka sent him back a comforting wave, so he’d know she was fine.
I thought you were going to sleep. Anakin sent through their bond.
Just some trouble falling asleep. Ahsoka said back.
Need me to come over? Anakin asked.
I’m fine. Ahsoka replied too quickly. Her entire body raced with pain as something found its way up her throat. Ahsoka leaned over the side of the bed and vomited.
“Ahsoka, what was that?” Anakin said. He knocked on her door.
“Nothing!” she said at the same time Anakin burst in. He turned on a light and stared at the red vomit.
“I said it was nothing,” Ahsoka huffed.
“There’s blood, Ahsoka,” Anakin rushed to her side. “The healers said you were fine?”
She looked away sheepishly, and Anakin sighed exasperatedly. “Did you even go?”
“No…” Ahsoka admitted. “There’s a lot of people there right now.”
“That’s no reason to skip, Ahsoka,” Anakin held his head in his hands. “You can’t just hide things like this.”
“Well I was fine before now,” Ahsoka insisted.
Anakin gave her a look, then opened the bathroom door, and he immediately saw the bloodstained towel, clothes, and shower. It coated…much more than Ahsoka remembered.
“We’re going to the healers,” Anakin said.
Ahsoka began to protest, but Anakin had his arms wrapped under her knees and shoulders.
At least it was late at night, so they didn’t see any Jedi.
Neither of them said a word on the way there, but Ahsoka could tell from their bond that Anakin had a lot of unspoken thoughts.
“I really was–” Ahsoka tried, but Anakin wouldn’t let her.
“Don’t.”
She shut up until they got to the healers. Vokara Che was the one waiting when they arrived. Anakin explained what happened, and she led them to an empty room.
“May I?” Vokara asked. Ahsoka nodded, and the woman lifted her shirt so Ahsoka’s top was only her bra.
Anakin sucked in a breath.
Bruises covered her whole chest and stomach. They were purple and black and blue and nasty.
Ahsoka looked away, unable to meet Anakin’s gaze.
“I’m afraid we’re going to have to ask you to leave, Knight Skywalker,” Vokara Che said calmly. “I will need my other healers in here, and we’ll need as much space as possible. Expect your Padawan to go into surgery very soon.”
Ahsoka could barely hear the last part, as her mind went blank. Black spots covered the edges of her vision until she was completely out.
She blinked her eyes open, adjusting to the light. There was something tight wrapped around her chest that made it difficult to move. Bandages.
Anakin was sleeping on the chair next to the bed. He looked peaceful.
“Anakin?” Ahsoka said quietly. He didn’t stir, so she repeated herself.
He almost jumped awake, but gathered himself when he saw her staring at him.
“What happened?” she asked, though she figured she knew part of it.
Anakin sighed. “You nearly gave me a heart attack, Snips.”
“I didn’t mean to,” Ahsoka said. “Just happened.”
“I’m sure,” Anakin replied. “You had severe internal bleeding. Vokara found broken ribs, too, and a concussion. You could’ve died.”
Ahsoka didn’t know what to say about that one.
“Don’t do that ever again,” Anakin said. His eyes told Ahsoka everything she needed to know.
“Let’s hope I don’t get kidnapped and hunted, then,” she tried joking.
Anakin half laughed, half groaned. He ran a hand through his hair. “You’re really lucky you’re not Obi-Wan’s Padawan.”
“Oh, because he wouldn’t be able to handle two idiots hiding injuries?” Ahsoka guessed.
“At least I know when to speak up,” Anakin said.
“No way,” Ahsoka shook her head. “You would rather actually die.”
He shot her a look, and she responded with a playful smirk.
“When can I leave?” she asked.
“Several weeks,” Anakin replied.
Her eyes shot open. “Weeks?”
“Wouldn’t have been so many if you just went right to the healers,” Anakin crossed his arms.
Ahsoka sighed. “Well then, you’ll be stuck playing games with me.”
“Not if I get sent on a mission,” Anakin said.
“You won’t leave me here!" Ahsoka said dramatically.
“If I leave you here, you won’t lie about getting hurt,” Anakin pointed out. “Besides, do you actually want me watching you every second of the day to make sure you’re not lying?”
She frowned and crossed her arms, and ignored the small stabs of pain. “Oh please, you’d be too busy doing that yourself.”
“AHSOKA–”