She sat undisturbed in the blinding light of the bathroom (or refresher, but I'm lazy and don't want to fix it in the previous chapters), leaning against the cold metal shower. Ahsoka was sitting, leaning over the shower to try and let all the blood spill down the drain instead of having to clean it up later. The voices were almost back, she could feel it, but before she had time to grab her knife off the floor she heard Anakin open the front entrance door. Thinking fast she turned on the shower and let the water flush away any signs of blood. She carefully stripped herself down, trying not to get any blood on her clothes (even though they were damaged from the explosion, having only just gotten off the ship minutes ago)
She stepped in the shower. The cold water stung briefly against her open wounds, but the stinging turned into a dull ache, and she was able to ignore it long enough to wash all the grime from her body. It felt good to be clean again.
When she was satisfied that she was clean and her arm had stopped bleeding, Ahsoka shut off the cold water and grabbed her gray towel. When she was dry, her arm had stopped bleeding, and she was ready to get dressed, she suddenly realized her mistake. She hadn't gotten other clothes from her closet. She didn't plan on showering right then, and Anakin kind of messed up her plans, so she had a decision to make. Wear her disgusting clothes just to get clean clothes, rinse of again, and change, or risk walking outside with just a towel.
Unfortunately, she had to choose the towel.
"Master, are you out there?" She realized she didn't sense him anymore, which prompted a huge sigh of relief. Besides, it was only a few steps away from her room, and if she ran she could probably make it without the towel, but she wasn't risking it.
The bathroom door slid open, Ahsoka wrapped in a towel that barely covered everything that needed covering, and she was able to slip into her room in two seconds flat.
She was almost afraid of how smoothly that went, as the door shut behind her, no sign of Anakin in her room, or even in the dorm. She couldn't complain, she was deadly afraid she'd end up giving her master a show of more than he cared to see.
With the blinds shut, she dropped her towel and made for her closet. In it were just variants of the same outfit. If there was anything a Jedi was good at, it was simplicity. Now dressed, she was about to put her gloves on when she realized that they, among her (minorly, although still noticeable) blood stained clothes, and her knife were in the bathroom. Now was time to run before Anakin found things that he shouldn't. And with that thought, who else but Anakin should come right back into their dorm. Ahsoka sprinted into the bathroom before he noticed her, shut the door, and gathered her things in the gray towel she was carrying. Her knife went in between her leggings and her utility belt, where she was hoping it'd be safely hidden.
She still felt him here, although he seemed to be in his bedroom. She creeped out, hoping he wouldn't move from where he was, but he was on her tail the moment she was out of the bathroom, even if he didn't realize it.
"How are you Snips?" He asked her, cutting off the door to her bedroom.
"Oh, um, good. Just trying to clean off the grime that planet left on me." She chuckled. Anakin knew something was up. He didn't quite know what, but knowing how stubborn Ahsoka was, it had something to do with her now unbandaged arm.
"Ahsoka, do I have to walk you to the med bay? Why can't you just leave the bandage on?"
He's mad at you, you disobeyed again
He doesn't want you
Ya Ahsoka, why can't you just be normal for once, then maybe Anakin would want you
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Darkness
Fanfiction(My poetic description) She wasn't sure when it started. She wasn't sure it'd ever stop. Ahsoka tried not to at first, she knew it was bad, but with nowhere left to turn, she finally gave in and accepted it: She was depressed, and she was cutting. S...
