It was the bass of someone's voice who woke her up and it was the pain of her shoulders that made her wake up a little bit more. She groaned quietly as the pain of her head registered, distantly whining at the throbbing headache and the stabbing pain she felt when she tried to open her eyes. The world came into blurred bursts, the light behind far too bright for her to keep her eyes open longer than a few seconds.

"master?" she cringed as her own voice echoed around her head, the force responding way too strongly for her.

"It's ok Ahsoka, I'll get us out of here." Most of the time, the presence of her master would have made her relax, but she could tell that something about her master was extremely strained and fatigued.

"go back to sleep Ahsoka." She clumsily tried to bat away the sleep suggestion that her master sent over their bond but with the echoing around her head and the pain in her body didn't let her.

"…master…"

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"Anakin! Stop it Anakin! You won't last if you keep on doing this!" Anakin stumbled to his torn and battered feet, trying his best to ignore all of the cuts that were covering his feet as he stood outside the door. Trying to ignore the desperation that was in his master's voice.

"I have to Obi-wan," he leaned his head against the cool metal and tried to hold himself up. The wounds on his back aching terribly, the collar on his neck chafing against his skin, "your leg is broken and Ahsoka is too young for this, I can't take her with me." Anakin slowly pulled the door open, picking up the threadbare bag that carried everything he needed for the day.

"I'll be right back," the weak smile he gave them didn't reach his eyes. It was difficult to give his master and padawan a genuine smile when one of them was unconscious due to her head trauma and the other one was downed until his leg managed to heal. It had been a week since a simple mission had gone wrong and it had been about three days since Anakin broke the two of them out before posing as a slave to sneak around to get food and medicine.

"I'll try my best to bring back some food and medicine. Ill contact the republic if I can."

"Anakin," he stopped at the painfully tired voice of his master and peaked back into the room. Ahsoka was unconscious across Obi-wans lap, dark rings under his master's eyes, his skin the color of paper. He leaned tiredly against the dirt wall, his hair lacking the neatness it would usually have.

"please do come back." As much as Anakin would have loved to flash his confident smile, to roll his eyes playfully at the words. He didn't have the energy for it, he just didn't have the energy to fake having confidence because he was just so tired and the situation they were in was just plain bad.

"I promise Obi-wan, I'll come back and get us out of here." And with a smile that didn't reach his eyes, he closed the door.

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He was almost asleep when his padawan finally returned, looking even worse.

"…Master…" his padawans voice was a rasp as he entered the room, closing the door behind him with shaking hands. He sat up to the best of his ability.

"Anakin, what's wrong?" his padawan shook his head, his limp, greasy hair falling into his face as he shuffled forward, dragging the threadbare bag behind him.

"I got-I got ttthrough to the re-republic."

"Anakin?" his padawan was slurring his words, his motions becoming more and more sluggish as he got closer. Obi-wan moved Ahsoka out of his lap, reaching out his hands for his padawan.

"t-they'e on thei' way…'m tired." His heart lept into his throat when Anakin's knees buckled, making him fall into a heap that would have been painful had Obi-wan failed to catch him with the force. He pulled over his padawan with the force, settling him right next to him with his stomach on the ground.

"Oh Anakin," the sight of blood soaking through the back of his shirt made his heart ache. He pulled over the bag his student had brought in, opening it up to find a few pieces of fruit along with some simple bandages and ointments. He wasn't sure what Anakin had gone through to get that meager supplies, but he was sure that it wasn't anything pleasant.

"General Skywalker?" Obi-wan perked up at the voice, quickly digging through the rest of the bag to find the communicator. He nearly let out tears of joy when he found it hidden in the lining of the bag.

"Hello? Captain Rex?"

"General Kenobi? Where are you? We are a few minutes out from your location." Obi-wan let out a giant sigh of relief at the news, his shoulders deflating as the stress he didn't even know he had left.

"I'm not sure," his voice was rough after overusing when they first got caught," Anakin is the one who knows where we are and he's a little bit…indisposed at the moment. "

"I understand, how is youngling and General?" Obi-wan sighed before carefully setting his hand on Anakin's shoulder, sending waves of the force to try and get a reading on his injuries.

"Anakin has severe lacerations on his back, along with several broken ribs and what looks like a moderate to severe concussion, Ahsoka has severe concussion with a broken rib and my right leg is broken." There was a heavy sigh on the other side of the comm before Rex came back on.

"I understand, I will call again when we are closer."

"Got it, safe travels captain."

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By the time he woke up, Ahsoka was at his bedside, toweling off his hair with Obi-wan.

"Snips?"

"Master!" her eyes brightened up at the sight of him. He drowsily looked around the room, his eyes quickly finding his masters.

"D-did Rex find us?" Obi-wan nodded quietly before throwing the towel over Anakin's eyes, rubbing gently as he dried off his hair.

"Yes, good job my padawan," he would have protested at the title, but he was too tired to even bother. Instead, he tried to ignore the burning on his back and the memories that it brought.

"I'll go and get you some food master." He heard Ahsoka leave the room, Obi-wan picking up his flesh hand and rubbing his thumb over the back.

"I am sorry Anakin, I know it wasn't exactly pleasant for you to go through that again." He felt the back of his throat tighten before he forced his voice out.

"It's okay master, it-it was nothing new to me."

They both knew that it wasn't okay.

"I'm sorry Anakin." Although they were simple words, the emotion behind them made bitter tears leak out of his eyes, the towel that was still covering his eyes hiding them from his master. He didn't stop the tears, nor did he stop Obi-wan when he cradled Anakin's head to his chest, sending strong reassuring emotion through their bond

"I'm sorry."