Hello there Ash!! <33

There's nothing wrong with a good classic! But I will say this prompt got a little out of hand, and really sad, so I hope it's what you wanted!!

"I love you" - Snips & Skyguy

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"Hmm, this is not... not how I expected things to go..." Ahsoka trailed off into a violent coughing fit. She looked up when Anakin didn't respond, only to see why. He looked like death, which was fair considering he was potentially right on its doorstep.

She stayed quiet, forgetting about her own injures to watch him for a minute. Where he was leaned against the wall, she could only see so much, but could easily spy the large piece of durasteel protruding from his stomach.

His hand was on his stomach, over the wound, fingers in between the shard. There was blood running down the side of his face, while a patch of his hair was sticky with blood. Ahsoka figured he was concussed based off how dazed he seemed to be. Yet it was almost as if he were meditating.

He almost seemed peaceful.

That scared Ahsoka more. Given their current situation, she didn’t want peaceful. She would much rather he be awake and in pain, and not giving into the quiet.

Not while she was around at least.