Crash landing

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Ahsoka proved how stubborn she actually was, though to not dying that night.

Obi-Wan was surprised, yet greatly relieved.

He had sat by the side of the girl the entire night.

She wasn't even semiconscious by now.

Her fever had increased even more, to a degree, that made Obi-Wan wonder how it is even possible to survive it.

Yet the wind was so cold and so harsh, that he freezed.

He wondered as well, how her fever managed to stay up in this cold.

He wasn't quite sure if it would be better to protect her from the cold, or hope that the cold would hold the fever down.

All he knew was that he was worried.

He hadn't left her side for a moment.

The fire went down, but he didn't got new wood to keep it up.

At some point he had propped her up on his lap and covered her Hand in his, lightly squeezing it.

He normally wouldn't have done this.

Staying with her, yes. But showing this openly how much she meant to him? No.

But here was no one to see it.

No other Jedi to judge him.

It seemed as if the Codex, the rules, would be so far away.

So nothing stopped him from comforting the dying girl, that almost was like a sister or a niece to him.

He just hoped.

He hoped so deeply, that she somehow would make it.

He was pulled from his thoughts, when he felt Ahsoka shivering.

He looked down at her.

She was shivering hardly, even though she was still fever hot.

Obi-Wan figured that that wasn't good.

Quickly he grabbed for a blanket and wrapped her up in it.

When even that wasn't helping anymore, he tool the last blanket and wrapped her up in that too.

Her breath went heavy.

„Please don't have catched a cold as well, please don't have catched a cold as well" he pleaded, while hecticly grabbing some wood and reigniting the fire.

Carefully he carried Ahsoka's fragile body closer to the source of warmth, hoping she'd feel better.

"Hold on just a little longer" he mumbled, knowing that it was too late.

He just tried to keep his hope up.

He wanted her to survive.

He didn't want to let her go.

When the sun rose, his hopes did as well.

It was a new day.

He hoped that Anakin would arrive finally.

Anakin didn't.

As the sun sat down, his hope started to fade.

Anakin wouldn't be in time.

They were to late.

The night he watched over Ahsoka, until the exhaustion of taking care of her for so long, forced h to sleep.

The sun rays of the morning waking him again.

The day he placed Ahsoka in the river again, hoping to lower the feve, that had grown even more.