"Huh?" Ahsoka whispered, the lids of her eyes lifting heavily. 

The first thing she saw was a glaring light, engulfing the entire span of her vision.

"Am I dead?" she asked dumbly, frustrated as she waited for her mind to catch up with her.

"Finally," came a voice she recognized to be Anakin's. Her head swiveled to the side, throbbing with pain that was likely the aftermath of a concussion.

"Ow," she winced, squeezing her eyes shut. When she opened them again, the blurry face of Anakin Skywalker became clearer. He was laying next to her on what she assumed was a hospital bed, his head halfway on her pillow.

"Not dead," he chuckled, squeezing her shoulder. An undertone of relief was present in his voice. How long had she been out?

"Three days," Obi-Wan's voice echoed from in front of her, answering the question that she had not asked. "Three days you were knocked out for."

"What happened?" she questioned groggily. "And why are you on my bed?"

"Your master is extremely... stubborn," spoke another voice, this one unfamiliar to Ahsoka. "Many injuries of his own, and he refused to leave your side and get his own bed."

"It was 0400 in the morning and he was throwing a fit over you. No one had the energy to change his mind," Obi-Wan explained.

Ahsoka received a worried smile from Anakin in response.

"Can you sit up?" the unfamiliar voice asked Ahsoka. She blinked up at the healer, clenching all of her muscles in concentration as she squirmed upwards into a sitting position. Anakin's hands rested gingerly on her back and shoulder as he helped her, sitting himself up as well.

"How do you feel?" the healer continued, tapping at her holo-pad. 

Ahsoka shrugged, taking note of her suspiciously heavy arms.

"Hungry," she replied, making Anakin laugh. She caught Obi-Wan's eye roll in her peripheral vision as she turned to face the healer.

"I meant your injuries."

"Oh... well, I can't really feel anything... so that's a good thing, I guess," Ahsoka continued, her eyes quickly discovering the reason for the heaviness of her arms. Thick casts encased each of them. The healer mumbled something about going to get her food as she walked off.

"Only a dumbass breaks them both," Anakin whispered, following her gaze. Ahsoka glared at him. She was about to snap back at him when Obi-Wan beat her to it

"I really don't think that you of all people are in any position to be making arm jokes," he retorted, raising his eyebrows.

"Yeah, yeah," Anakin replied, waving him off. "Are you sure that nothing hurts, Ahsoka?"

"Positive," she responded, rolling her eyes at her master's protectiveness. "You ever gonna tell me what happened?" she added with a small smile. Anakin's face fell for a second.

"What do you want for breakfast?" he sidestepped, plastering on a fake smile. Ahsoka sighed, turning to face Obi-Wan, who just shook his head. Normally she would've pushed the subject, but she didn't feel like upsetting Anakin while he was in a good mood. She would get it out of him later.

"Not many options," Obi-Wan answered, handing a small menu to Ahsoka as he walked to the other side of her bed. She furrowed both of her eye markings in confusion. The Medbay didn't have menus...

"Where am I?" she asked, the question directed at Obi-Wan since she was fairly certain that she wouldn't get a straight answer out of Anakin.

"We're on Naboo," Obi-Wan said softly.

"Naboo?!" Ahsoka exclaimed. "Why?"

Anakin and Obi-Wan came in worried eye contact with one another. Obi-Wan cleared his throat to speak, but Anakin quickly interrupted, shaking his head.

"I'll tell her," he stated softly. "We're in a special care hospital... they didn't have all the right supplies that you needed on Coruscant," he spoke gently, his grip on her tightening significantly as he spoke.

"Why?"

"There was an accident," Obi-Wan continued, rubbing the shoulder that wasn't already occupied by Anakin.

"I don't under..." she trailed off as Anakin peeled the blankets off the lower half of her body with a pained expression.

Ahsoka gasped.

"Wha- how did... Anakin?" she asked, turning fully to face her master. He made pitiful eye contact with her before opening his mouth.

"It's all my fault-"

"-it isn't," Obi-Wan interrupted sternly. "It isn't."

"We were racing our speeders back on Coruscant. Your engine broke down so I told you to jump to mine, that I would catch you... but..."

"You both ended up crashing into one another," Obi-Wan intercepted. "Your leg got crushed between the two bikes, Ahsoka. There was no fixing the damage by the time you got here."

"So they amputated it," she finished for him, her eyes locking on the remaining half of her limb. "Could you pull the blankets back up?"

Anakin obliged, looking down shamefully as the healer carried a small tray of food over to Ahsoka.

She attempted to thank the woman, but the words got lost in her throat.

"You won't be able to eat on your own with those arms. One of your dads can feed it to you," she explained before walking off again.

Ahsoka laughed loudly as Anakin and Obi-Wan's eyes both popped open in shock, eyebrows raising.

"Well... that just happened," Anakin stated after a few seconds, his mood already lighter at Ahsoka's amusement.

Ahsoka struggled to bring a full smile to her face as she looked up at him.

"It isn't your fault," she promised in a whisper. "You put too much pressure on yourself," she continued, heaving one of her arms up and around his back. She attempted to push herself up high enough to crawl into his lap as he looked down at her, his eyes full of nothing but love and affection.

"I'm just glad that you're okay," he responded, wrapping his arms securely around her middle. Obi-Wan smiled fondly at his two Padawans, lifting a forkful of food up to Ahsoka's mouth. Anakin tapped the fork, purposely spilling the food onto the lap of her hospital gown.

"I don't find you funny at all," Ahsoka snapped playfully, tilting her head backwards to look at him.

"You find me funny though, don't you, Obi-Wan?" Anakin asked.

"Not in the slightest," he replied without missing a beat.

"Can you swallow these for me?" The healer strode in again, handing Anakin a cup of water and a few pills which he helped Ahsoka to take.

She gulped them down, squeezing her eyes shut at the taste.

"You're going to feel a little woozy," the healer added. "It might be easier if you lay down."

"No, I'm comfortable where I am," Ahsoka answered, swallowing another bite of food from Obi-Wan. She wrapped her arms around Anakin's as best as she could to show that she wasn't moving. "Woah," she spoke shakily.

"Is something wrong?" Obi-Wan asked.

"Room's all spinny," she slurred, slumping forwards a little bit. Her eyes fluttered shut, as the medication began to take over her. "Goodnight," she murmured.

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It was dark when her eyes finally opened again. Much time had clearly passed, yet, Anakin's presence was still warmly wrapped around her. She blinked sleepily up at him.

"What are we gonna do about my leg?" she rasped, not realizing that the likelihood of her master being awake at this hour was quite slim. She felt movement on her head, quickly realizing that he must have been using her as a pillow

"What? Are you okay?" he asked groggily.

"My leg," she repeated, her voice weak. "What're we gonna do about it?"

"Well... I was going to make you a prosthetic one," he whispered, blinking his eyes as he tried to get used to the darkness of the room.

"So we'd be matching?"

"We'd be matching," Anakin confirmed with a sleepy smile. "Alright, Snips, go back to sleep," he murmured squeezing his arms a bit tighter to convey the message.

"Okay," she yawned. "Don't leave."

Anakin tilted his head forward to kiss the valley between her montrals.

"You know I would never."

I'm getting in the mood to write some depressing ones cuz I've been on a fluff streak for awhile (da fluff ain't going away though). Have a great day, and leave ideas if ya want!