Ahsoka Tano One-Shots

Seizure

Heyo, human beings from outer space!

I dunno where this came from. I just started researching POTS (Postural Orthostatic Tachycardia Syndrom)  and then I decided "Oh, yeah, now Imma go research seizures"  thus this was produced. 

I started writing a similar scenario but Ahsoka was a 10-year-old youngling at the Temple. But, after restarting that one six times, I decided to write this instead. 

I know minimal information on seizures and how to deal with them so please do not chase me with sticks and stones if I got all my facts run. I'd appreciate that. Thank you.

Read on if you dare. 

"Ahsoka, are you okay?"

Ahsoka, who was sitting at the kitchen counter to their shared quarters, looked up, biting her lip and tongue. She looked rather pale and very exhausted. She nodded slowly.

"You look really tired," Anakin noticed. "You sure you don't need a break?"

Another nod.

Anakin's hand rested on the door control panel. He hesitated, rethinking his previous decision to call Padmé in his cabin.

"It's late," Anakin tried. "Maybe you should go to bed."

Ahsoka shook her head.

"The last campaign was brutal, Snips. You need to rest," Anakin prompted.

Another head shake.

"Have you even slept since we got back?"

No reply.

Anakin sighed. Asoka was not in the mood for talking, obviously. And that worried him. Normally, Ahsoka would be ready with snarky comments at the tip of her tongue, her true wit challenging his normal side of the banter.

"Oh," Anakin stepped towards the living room, picking his datapad up from the table. "I almost forgot. Master Nu gave me some of the work you need to finish. There's an essay to write and a chapter test to take and one more thing, I think."

Ahsoka went rigid. Her grip tightened on her datapad and her knuckles turned white. Her breath hitched and her jaw tightened. Ahsoka groaned in a strangled way.

"Snips?" Anakin stepped forward.

At that moment, Ahsoka's eyes rolled back. She toppled off of the stool, her datapad clattering to the floor, and Anakin jumped forward to catch her. Ahsoka shook and jerked violently as Anakin laid her down on the floor.

"Ahsoka!" Anakin gasped, unsure of what to do. "Ahsoka, come on, wake up." He grabbed his commlink. "Obi-Wan! Obi-Wan, come in!"

"I'm here, Anakin. What's wrong?" Obi-Wan's voice crackled from the comlink.

"I don't know. It's Ahsoka. Get over here fast!" Anakin pleaded.

"I'm on my way."

"Hurry," Anakin said to particularly no one. Blood drizzled out of the corner of Ahsoka's mouth, panicking Anakin further.

Obi-Wan showed up less than a minute later, looking rather out of breath. He didn't knock before hurrying in and kneeling beside Anakin.

"I don't know what to do!" Anakin exclaimed, referring to his padawan who spasmed repeatedly on the floor.

"It appears she is having a seizure," Obi-Wan observed. "Tonic-clonic."

"Well, what do I do?" Anakin pressed.