When Ahsoka woke up, she couldn't feel anything. Not her legs, her arms, her montrals… nothing. She couldn't tell if she was in pain or free of it, and she certainly couldn't tell what she was lying on. The girl opened her eyes to a bright light, of which she assumed was the med bay. Aside from her bed at the Temple or on the Resolute, the med bay was the one place she woke up in the most. And the one thing she hated about it the most was the fact that it was the brightest white imaginable.
Squinting, she sat up and let her eyes adjust to the light. Space was visible out the window with no other ships in sight. In her mind, that only could mean two things: you were safe or about to be ambushed. There was no inbetween.
"Ahsoka?" A voice asked gently. It was unmistakably Anakin's, although it took a few milliseconds for her brain to catch up - which was strange.
"Hey, Master," she greeted quietly, rubbing her back lekku, then laying back down.
He walked over to the cot and sat in the chair next to it. Only now did she notice that he was holding a mirror. Nothing fancy, just a square mirror with a black plastic frame and glass clean and pristine as the med bay. She shook the thought away and locked eyes with her friend, who leaned closer to her, as if about to talk quietly to her.
"You were in the bacta tank over night," he muttered, keeping his voice low and averting eye contact near the end of the statement.
Ahsoka, observing his lack of eye contact, looked around the room. She was starting to pick up on her surroundings, the fuzzy Force signatures of the clones, the static emptiness of the med droids, and… another Jedi? As far as she knew, there were only two - she and Anakin. But…
"Master, what happened?"
He blinked, risked a short gaze at her, then looked away.
Instead of answering, he asked, "Can I check your back, Snips?"
"Sure," Ahsoka replied, sitting up.
Realization set her heart into overdrive for a split second. They weren't on the Resolute, were they? But she couldn't remember what happened - if anything at all. It was as if her memory were absent. Had she been knocked out? Or was there some damage regarding her that she didn't know about?
Ahsoka ceased thinking with the feeling of Anakin touching the skin on her back. He brushed an oval on her back with his gloved fingers, gently caressing her skin as if to avoid whatever was in the center.
"I just want you to take a look at this," he said, handing her the mirror.
She took it from him, nodding silently. He took another small mirror from the table and positioned it so she could see her back through hers. What she saw was a massive scar - what remained of what she could only assume was ripped, bloody skin and gushing blood. Having no memory of how she obtained it in the first place, she just sat there, baffled.
"How-?"
"That's not… just…" Anakin took a breath, then continued, "I'm sorry."
"But what happened? And why aren't we on the Resolute?"
"It's in for repairs. We were attacked," he said, obviously not wanting to go into too much detail. "You got hurt and… we're on the Negotiator now."
Ahsoka wracked her memory for any indication, any clue that they had been attacked, but came up empty. She didn't care about the scar. It was the absence of her memory that bothered her the most.
