I don't really have much to say, and I dont' have a whole lot of time to write...ever, so this chapter is a mini chapter. So, without further ado, chapter two. (Hehe...that rhymed:)
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Captain Rex's POV
As I came to, the first thing I noticed was that wherever I was, reeked.
It smelled of death, burning rubble, and smoking vegetation...with a slight tinge of medical supplies.
Remembering the battle and the grenade, I opened my eyes, but still saw black.
Greeaaat, I can smell but I can't hear or see.
I groaned, feeling the after-affects of the explosion.
Suddenly, the darkness was lifted, and my sight and hearing returned.
I looked up and saw the familiar tattooed face of the arc trooper Fives, holding my, now removed, helmet in his hands.
"Whaa, what happened?"
I asked groggily, rubbing my eyes and then eventually my ears.
"Why could I smell, but not I hear or see?"
He grinned, tossing my helmet between his hands.
"Your helmet was damaged in the blast, the air vents kept working, but the screen and mufflers broke, completely shutting off...hence your lack of sight and sound."
"You took it off?"
"Yep, once word got around that both you and the commander were injured in the blast, I realized that I should come check on you. I figured that the medics would be too busy either in the field or checking on the commander to see how you are. Imagine my surprise when I saw that they didn't even bother to take off your damaged helmet."
"Well then, thank..."
I stopped, remembering Ahsoka.
Panic set in as I thought about what the general would do to me if the Commander was seriously injured.
"What about Commander Tano? Where is she? What condition is she in?!"
"You can calm down sir, she stable, only some minor injuries, she should be back on active duty within a week. And as for her location..."
He stepped aside, revealing Ahsoka lying unconscious on a cot to my right.
I sighed in relief, lying my head back down on my cot.
I was about to ask Fives the casualty count, when I was interrupted by violent coughing to my right.
Sitting up quickly, I jerked my head towards Ahsoka's cot.
Her body was shaking, her back arching up and down, but she still remained unconscious.
Blood started to spurt from her mouth as she coughed, coating the medical cot and her upper body in the dark liquid.
I felt stitches tear in my left shoulder, just above my heart, as I pushed myself into a standing position and tried to walk to her, to help her before she suffocated on her own blood.
Fives quickly grabbed me and roughly shoved me back onto my cot as multiple medics rushed to the Commander's side.
"Its internal injuries...get the general!"
One medic hollered to Fives, who immediately ran out of the medical tent.
A medic turned around and inserted, what I assume to be a anesthetic, into my forearm.
I lied back on my cot, watching the scene unfold as I started to drift back into unconsciousness.
General Skywalker rushed into the tent and to Ahsoka's side, quickly followed by Fives.
The medics scrambled around, trying to help the Commander as she continued to cough up more blood.
"We're losing her!" One of the medics yelled frantically.
They seemed to be trying all they could to stop the coughing and save Ahsoka.
Even amidst all the chaos, everybody seemed to hear the horrible sound of her electrocardiogram flat-lining.
Other injured clones in the tent turned to look at the scene as the one of the medics, Kix, grabbed a defibrillator, warming it up.
"Clear!" he yelled, pressing the pads onto the chest of the non-responsive Jedi.
Anakin stood back, complete shock, horror and worry were evident on his face as he faced the possibility of the death of his padawan.
I felt myself start to go numb and my vision started to blur, the effects of the drug coursing through my system.
I tried to focus, to see what was happening.
I heard Kix repeat the action a few more times, but eventually stopping, knowing it was futile now.
The General dropped to his knees, his face grief stricken as Kix called the time of death.
"No" he whispered.
"I'm sorry Sir, but she's gone."
Anakin slowly stood, his hands balling into fists as his eyes filled with rage, before shutting altogether.
The medic stepped back ever so slightly, a small fear of the general setting in.
"No!"
A powerful burst of light, energy, and force burst from his hands and chest as he yelled in sorrow.
Anybody in the tent could feel and practically taste the power of the force emanating from Skywalker.
Suddenly the Commander quietly groaned.
The General's eyes flew open as startled gasps emitted from everybody in the tent, including Anakin.
I gave into the drugs, the last thing I acknowledged being the faint, yet steady, beep, beep, beep of the electrocardiogram.
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