Crash landing

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First of all, sorry for all that time without any updates. I wasn't feeling to well lately which mixed with a lot of school stress, and me trying to get some Christmas presents done somewhere in between, so I kinda didn't have a lot time left to write.

But hey, here I am, and finally, a new chapter.

I hope I didn't kept you waiting for too long.

I know these long stuff in the beginning is annoying, but one last thing before the chapter starts.

I am still trying to improve my writing skills, since I hope to publish actual books somewhen. (That is mainly why I'm on Wattpad anyway, to train) so I would ask if you guys could tell me which parts of my writing I would need to improve.
Whatever annoyed you about my writing style, or didn't seem to fit, just spill it, so that I can learn from it and hopefully become better.

Thank you.

So, on to the chapter. Enjoy.

Rex stared at his Generals.

Anakin had woken him some time ago, wrapped Ahsoka in a, now dry, blanket and then fell asleep with her in his arms.

His Commanders breath still was shallow.

But at least her eyes moved under the eyelids, which meant she must have switched from unconsciousness to sleeping.

Or to something in between.

He guessed later one.

Her body was shivering again, he assumed that that was a good thing.

He desperately hoped so at least.

He couldn't remember to ever have seem her like this.

So thin that her cheek bones cast shadows on the face markings below them.

So weak, that she couldn't lift up her arm enough to eat.

Then again.

Under normal circumstances she would have been brought to the med station soon after they freed her from the metal and been patched up.

Before the infection could have turned up, that brought her into this state.

But these weren't normal circumstances.

He wondered wether the burns had healed by now.

Without a Bacta tank they probably left a lot of scars.

Then again, she had been in war for one and a half years, and yet nearly non wound she had, ever turned into one.

Maybe Togrutas weren't getting scars that easily.

He didn't really know.

Well, in the end it was his fault, wasn't it?

If he would have remembered about the med supplies earlier, then things never would have gone this bad.

They would just have wrapped the wound in Bacta right away and end of the discussion.

He wished he could turn back time...

In that Moment General Kenobi groaned.

Obi-Wan.

He had to call him Obi-Wan now.

Obi-Wan groaned and opened his eyes.

"Good Morning" Rex greeted him.

The Jedi-Master looked at him. "Mornin'" he mumbled, rubbing his eyes.