Crash landing

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Anakin had told Obi-Wan and Rex what happened when they got back.

He had wrapped Ahsoka tightly in three of the four blankets to protect her from the freezing cold wind by then.

The fourth one laid under her to protect her from the cold ground.

Obi-Wan knelt down next to her, placing a hand on her forehead.

She still was icy cold.

And silently asleep.

Rex knelt down as well, checking her puls.

He hardly could find it, but when he did, he realised it was racing.

It wasn't a heavy one, but it as fast.

As if she'd run a marathon, but lost a lot of blood beforehand.

He shook his head.

"Her pulse is weird" he told the others.

Obi-Wan checked her pulse.

Anakin had already done that a lot of times.

The men looked at each other, non having any idea what to do.

Well... until Obi-Wan stated an idea.

"Could it be... that something infected the wound, that we don't know anything about? It is an unknown planet and that's an open wound..."

Rex slowly nodded. "That makes sense" he stated.

Anakin looked around. "But how do we help her then?" he asked. "What can we do?"

Obi-Wan shrugged.

Rex was thinking.

After a while he finally broke the silence.

"Well..." he began. "At least we should keep on with disinfecting and applying Bacta to the wound regularly. We can't tell, but maybe it does help against whatever kind of infection that is. Otherwise I'd say make sure that she eats and drinks enough and that she rests."

The other man nodded.

They were out of energy to think about it anyway.

They were exhausted.

Maybe not physically, but all the worry's, all the hope that now turned out to be to early.

All the pleading to the force.

The whole situation had gotten them down.

Anakin didn't knew how Ahsoka kept on fighting, because he definitely would have given up by now.

It already was to much of him to just watch her.

It did hurt him to fear about her live again.

Maybe even more, than if she would have died.

This desperate hope and the fear of loosing it. Of loosing her. It just ripped pieces out if his heart, bit by bit.

He wanted to slap himself for this thought.

Ahsoka wouldn't have given up if it would be him laying there.

She would fight for him, hope for him, help him, until his last breath.

She never lost hope.

Not at the second try, not at the third or fourth, not at the one hundredth.

She would have the strength to stay at his side and hope for him.

And she was trusting enough so that it was real hope.

Burning hot hope, that enflamed everything around her with the same one.

Not the aching one in Anakins chest.

The one of somebody who wasn't believing his hope.

He took her hand nonetheless.

Maybe he couldn't truly hope, after the exhaustion of the last days, but he surely could act like it.

Make sure, that he was with her.