Darkness

Part Five

Anakin followed the path to Obi-Wan's quarters where he had come to for so long, so many years of advice, training, wisdom, and he only prayed he'd have an answer.

The door opened before Anakin could knock. His former master was already walking towards him. Upside of the force, you practically always know when someone's coming, especially someone who's frantic and didn't bother trying to hide it

"Anakin, what is it? You're worried," Obi-Wan asked him, guiding Anakin in towards his bed. He didn't have the same shared quarters like Anakin and Ahsoka had, seeing as he had no Padawan to be there.

"It's Ahsoka, I'm really worried about her."

"How so?"

"She's been really down for the past few months, quiet, she's hidden herself away. I didn't think too much of it until recently. I talked to her, and she told me she hadn't been eating much, that she wasn't used to eating, so we went to get food but she hardly ate anything at all."

"In retrospect, if he said she wasn't able to eat much, you shouldn't expect her to." Obi-Wan tried to joke.

"This was different, she was pale, fidgety, the moment we got back to our quarters she threw it all back up. I don't know what to do Master, she's obviously sick, but I don't know what to do with her."

"And you've tried just, asking her?"

"She wouldn't tell me anything." Anakin hadn't become any less frantic about his little sister, and was still combing his fingers through his hair.

"It sounds to me like you have no other choice, you have to take her to the medbay. Something could be seriously wrong, Anakin."

"I don't think I could get her there unless I chopped her arms and legs off and carried her." He stood up from the floor where he had previously been sitting cross-legged.

"I'll come. We'll try to avoid the chopping of any limbs, though." Anakin lead them both out the door.

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It had only been a few minutes, a few minutes of precious sleep before a nightmare woke her up. It was short, and she had easily been able to escape it, but it left her breathing heavy anyway. She didn't think twice before grabbing the knife from her bedside table and pressing it to her skin.

She was crying, unfocused, she would have killed herself right then and there if she hadn't heard the door open while she was still bleeding all over the place. She had to think fast. Lightening fast, she threw the knife under the covers and tried to put her right glove back on, but it wasn't fast enough. She probably wouldn't have been able to get away with it if she had tried, with the amount of blood dripping down her arm and through the brown glove.

Anakin stood in her doorway, closely followed by Obi-Wan. The door opened to reveal a dark room, with Ahsoka leaning up against the wall, trying to hide herself, hoping, praying they wouldn't come any closer.

"Ahsoka," Anakin was unsure what was happening, but he knew he didn't like like it. The dark room, the cowering girl in the corner, and the distinct smell of blood radiating throughout the tiny room. "Ahsoka," He said again, running towards the small figure. He didn't like this, not one bit, when he grabbed gently onto her arm she flinched. He was sure he had grabbed the left arm, the arm that wasn't injured, yet she still let out a small gasp of pain. He quickly let go, his hand now covered in a crimson liquid. Obi-Wan turned on the lights and followed him in.

Both of them looked upon Ahsoka with pure terror. She had been crying, she looked even sicker than she did before, and now Anakin had her blood dripping through his fingers. When Obi-Wan saw the horrible thing she had done to herself, he ran into the bathroom to get the hand towel hanging on the wall in order to stop, or at least slow the bleeding.

Ahsoka said nothing, only continued her quiet sobs as the former master and Padawan tried to get the bleeding to stop. The cuts were deep, they quickly ruled out some sort of accident, and within seconds found the cold metal blade hidden under her blanket.

When Anakin had taken off her glove and finished wrapping the four cuts that were quickly leaking blood, he looked at the scared, broken girl in front of him and struggled to believe that this was the Padawan he had taken on Christophsis. He hugged her despite her contradictions, whispering encouraging words into her montrals. If anything they were to reassure him that Ahsoka would be okay. He could feel her shaking, and it didn't take long before she went completely limp in his arms.

"Obi-Wan, get a medical droid here, now." He said as calmly as he could, but utterly failing by the end of the sentence. Ahsoka was now bleeding heavily and passed out in his arms.

"You'll be okay, Ahsoka, we're going to help you, I promise." His own eyes started to get a little red from the tears welling up in his eyes. He was watching his little sister die in his arms. He didn't care about the Jedi code, he didn't care that he wasn't supposed to have attachments, this was his sister, his Ahsoka, and he wouldn't let her die.