Heyo, human beings from outer space!
Here's part two, as promised. I re-wrote it like three times.
Read on if you dare.
Ahsoka felt herself drifting in and out of consciousness. At times, she could hear voices echoing around her or saw a glimpse of someone's face. At other times, there was nothing. Everything felt fuzzy no matter what, as though she was trapped in a dream.
"Commander! Commander, wake up!"
"Rex is that you? Ahsoka?"
"General, I don't know what happened."
"Kix! Where the kriff is Kix?! We need a medic in here!"
"Glad we found you."
"Where's my kit?!"
"Echo, Fives, on the double!"
"She can't hold up much longer!"
"We're losing her!"
"General, we need your help!"
"Kriffing Togruta and their weird systems."
"KIX!!"
"Move, move, move! The commander can't survive the cold!"
"The worst is over, right?"
"Hand me that. Her temperature just dropped."
"...Nine broken ribs, major internal bleeding, some..."
"Her temperature's spiking again."
"The IV is ready."
"Oh, Ahsoka, please wake up."
"Let's just hope her memories are all there when she wakes up."
"Can't you inject her with something that'll make her wake up?"
"She's too still."
"It's been too long: you have to wake her up."
"It's not right."
"I don't like this, Kix."
"Kriff, not again!!"
And slowly but surely, the voices quieted down and faded away to nothingness.
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Everything reeked of alcohol.
But not the kind of alcohol bars sported. The kind of cleaning alcohol that screamed: "carried to the med-bay while unconscious."
The agonizing, repetitive beep began to echo around in Ahsoka's montrals.
Definitely the med-bay... which meant–
Ahsoka shot up in a panic. She instantly regretted it, gripping an arm over her middle and groaning.
"Whoah, Whoah," firm hands pressed her back against the mattress. "It's okay, Snips. You're safe now."
Ahsoka wasn't so much worried about herself. She remembered how injured Rex had been: if she was unconscious in the med-bay, what kinds of condition was she in.
"Rex?" Ahsoka croaked, surprised at how her voice cracked as if it had aged a hundred years.
"He's fine," Anakin assured her. "He's back on his feet with some crutches."
"Already?" Ahsoka croaked again, but with less of a voice crack.
"Snips, it's been almost two weeks," Anakin told her.
Ahsoka stared at him blankly. "Oh." She shivered. "I'm cold."
"No, Snips, you're fine. We just got your temperature to regulate," Anakin explained.
"I want blankets."
"If you get blankets, you'll temperature will un-regulate. I'm sorry, Ahsoka, but we almost lost you and it's not worth it," Anakin told her sympathetically.
"Cold," Ahsoka moaned, shivering again. She coughed a few times, took a deep breath, and coughed again. Ahsoka tried to clear her throat, but she ended up coughing more.
Ahsoka's hacking spun out of control. She shifted to her side and curled into herself, coughing harder and harder with each gasp. The hacking wracked her chest and ripped painfully through her throat.
Anakin shushed her soothingly and rubbed her shoulder until the attack subsided. Ahsoka felt like crying. Her shoulders shook, no longer from the cold, and her eyes watered from coughing so much. Her chest throbbed and her throat felt raw.
"Hey, hey, don't rip your IV out," Anakin gently ushered her onto her back. Ahsoka stared blankly at the ceiling, desperately attempting to regain her breath.
"Commander?"
Ahsoka shifted her eyes to see Rex standing in the doorway. He leaned on his crutches as the door slid shut behind him.
"Rex," Ahsoka breathed. "Y-you okay?"
"Should be asking that to you," Rex crutched forward and took the seat next to Anakin.
"Why?" Ahsoka furrowed her brow.
"You're way worse off than I am," Rex told her.
"What? I thought you were worse," Ahsoka swallowed hard. "After I blacked out..."
"You want to know what happened?" Rex asked.
Ahsoka nodded.
"Well, I couldn't get you to wake up, and you were as cold as the floor, so I just piled all the blankets on you until the search party got there," Rex recalled.
"After that," Anakin chimed in, "Kix got to work on you. It took a lot of effort. We almost lost you a few times. When we got back here, your temperature was everywhere and you were in and out of consciousness. Well, you never really woke up. You just kinda stirred every now and then."
"That bad?" Ahsoka asked.
"Yeah, you had nine broken ribs, some internal bleeding, a severe concussion, severe exhaustion, your body didn't have enough energy to fuel itself, and Kix said there was something else, but I can't remember what it was," Anakin listed.
Ahsoka chewed her lip. She glanced at Rex and Anakin.
"You okay, kid?" Rex inquired.
"I'm sorry," Ahsoka sighed.
"No, no, don't be. You couldn't have changed anything," Rex said.
"Did I mention your headgear injuries?" Anakin tapped his chin in deep thought.
Ahsoka groaned. "Sometimes I hate being a Togruta."
"Me, too," Anakin agreed.
"You're a human," Ahsoka scowled.
"I know, but I hate when you do your weird Togruta things like passing out after bumping your head... even when you don't bump it that hard!" Anakin scoffed.
"It's not like I chose to be a Togruta. And I never mean to bump my head," Ahsoka protested. She shot up, groaning and clutching her middle when the pain stabbed into her. Anakin pushed her back down.
Rex chuckled. "Glad to see you're perking up."
Ahsoka let out a long, slow breath, suddenly feeling a sort of defeat from the mission. She let her eyes close. Rex's hand patted her shoulder.
"Don't worry, kid. You'll be back on your feet before you know it," Rex assured her.
Ahsoka just hoped he was right.
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Word Count: 1,006
Published: May 9, 2022
So, the injuries may be irrelevant. By now it should be plainly obvious that I am not a doctor and have no medical experience.
okAy, well, I hope the cliffhanger was worth it!
Requests are open, feel free to message me or make a comment if you have any ideas.
Bye, peoples!