When Anakin lead them back to their rooms the next day news had not gotten any better.
The initial results had been correct. There was a tumour located in Ahsoka's liver. Even worse, the full-body scans had revealed possible metastases in his Padawan's right femur and both lungs.
Ahsoka hugged herself tightly. She looked up at him expectantly. "What are we going to do now Master?"
Her master laid a warm hand on his shoulder. He met her gaze steadily, giving her a warm, if a bit wavering, smile. "You Ahsoka, sit down. You look tired and today has been a long day. I would like for you to sleep or meditate."
Her master pushed her slightly towards her room. Only after she had meekly vanished into her room he allowed himself to lean to the kitchen cupboard.
Anakin groaned, running his hands over his face. What should he do? Master Unduli had tried to calm them, tried to tell them that she didn't know exactly what it was that was plaguing Ahsoka, if it was good or bad, but alone the knowledge of this growing inside of her was agonizing to him.
Why? Who could he turn to? The healer had reassured him and his Padawan to call her every time they needed something, but somehow it just wouldn't feel right. Numbly he wandered over to the com unit and hit the speed dial.
Not half an hour later his old Master had opened the windows, letting in the fresh night-air from Coruscant drift in. He had reassured himself that both Anakin and Ahsoka had already eaten in the med bay and then brewed a pot of his chamomile tea.
Just as the tea was ready Ahsoka re-emerged from her room. She had showered and changed her clothing; the smell of the hospital bothered her sensitive nose greatly.
She stopped in her tracks as she caught sight of Obi-Wan. "Master," She gave a quiet greeting.
"I apologize for not greeting you sooner. I did not hear you come in."
Obi-Wan gave her an amiable smile. "Do not worry Ahsoka. Please, sit down. You look like you are cold."
With these words he laid a hand on her back and guided her towards the couch in living room, afterwards fetching the teapot from the counter of the open-room kitchen a few steps away. He gently poured her a cup of the steaming liquid and waited until she had huddled into a blanket. Ahsoka was sitting cross-legged like she preferred if she could not swing her legs and the couch was much too low for that. She usually avoided it like the plague.
Obi-Wan sat down in a chair, built eye contact to her and started to speak in a low tone.
"Anakin told me about the diagnosis. I hope you are alright with that." Ahsoka nodded. She seemed very numb, almost ready to shut down. Almost automatically she sipped the hot beverage in her hands.
"The Jedi temple has the best healing facilities in the republic Ahsoka and we are all there for you and you Anakin."
The last part was directed at his former Padawan, who was seated across him, on Ahsoka's other side.
"Please remember that. If any of you need something, do not hesitate to call."
Ahsoka bit her lip and started to hunch. Her shoulders trembled.
Anakin reached for her, but she froze under his touch. "What is wrong Snips?"
"I am afraid." She forced out. "I am so, so afraid. What, what is that?" Her hands trembled, spilling the tea over her hands. Obi-Wan gently took it from her hands.
"Why, why me? What is going to happen now?" Ahsoka started to sob slightly.
Her Master collected himself and sat down next to her, gently enveloping her in his arms, not allowing her to pull away, instead pressing her head to his shoulder.
It was him who offered physical comfort, while it was Obi-Wan who began to speak again.
"Master Unduli is an exceptional healer and I am certain she will come up with a very good treatment plan. Place your faith in her abilities and her knowledge."
The older Jedi reached out and he too gave Ahsoka a gentle hug. The Force folded over her like a blanket, warm, comforting and her already drooping eyes closed. She welcomed the soft darkness that allowed her to leave the nightmare her life had become.
Only when he had carried his Padawan to bed and was certain she was asleep, did Anakin allow himself to sink down onto the coach. Obi-Wan poured both of them another cup of tea, although by now it was lukewarm and offered his steady, silent presence. After a while of staring into his cup Anakin started to talk; about how Ahsoka had noticed her stiffness and the bomb that had gone off in the medical wing.
Obi-Wan said few things, he was just there and listened to the younger Jedi speak. Even though he was silent or because it Anakin found his presence very comforting: It was cathartic to talk about the bad news. It made it more real, more tangible and made them appear somehow manageable.