"Owww." Ahsoka groaned as she woke up, her lekku aching as she laid on it.
"Hey Snips, guess it's your turn to get captured with me." If her head didn't hurt so much, she would have said something snarky back to her master. Grunting, she sat back up, the bindings tying her arms behind her back making that a little bit difficult, but she managed.
"Master?" she finally opened her eyes, quickly adjusting to the low light of the cell. Anakin was across the cell, looking worse for wear as he leaned against the wall, force suppressant shackles around his wrists. Sweat streamed down his face, the sheen to his face making the dark circles stand out. But despite everything, he still had his usual grin on his face.
"Master? You don't look so good." Anakin let out a bitter laugh that ended in a few coughs that made him cover his mouth. He must have coughed up something into his hand because when he looked at his hand, he discreetly wiped his hand onto his robes, his tunics dark enough to hide the substance. He shrugged his shoulders tiredly.
"I could be better Snips, how are you doing?" Ahsoka tugged on her chains, trying to see how strong they were and to see if they were loose in any way.
"If you ignore my headache and these chains, I'm doing pretty good," Ahsoka fell silent as Anakin's eyes glazed over for a few seconds before he roused himself again, "Are you sure you're okay?" he blinked slowly at her, taking more than a few seconds to process what she just said. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath before opening them back up.
"…I need you to listen to me Ahsoka," his rough and gravelly voice combined with his appearance made the situation serious," They injected me with a force suppressing drug and," Anakin cut himself off with a cough, the bright red droplets shining bright against his pale lips. He wiped away the blood, much to Ahsoka's horror.
"I'm going to get sick Ahsoka, really sick, a-and…" Anakin trailed off, his eyes glazing over again as he slumped further down the wall, tilting heavily to one side.
"Anakin?" Ahsoka got up onto her feet, trying to get closer to her master, only to stop a few feet away from him, her chains restricting her from getting closer. Anakin looked worse close up, the dark cloth of his tunics being drenched in sweat, the hair sticking to the skin of his neck and face.
"Anakin?" her voice was on the verge of trembling, but it was enough to rouse Anakin again.
"…sorry Snips, I'm j-just really tired…what was I saying?" if her hands were free, she would have snapped her fingers in front of his face to try and get him to focus again.
"You're going to get sick." A faint spark of life appeared in his eyes.
"Oh, yeah, just d-don't worry about me, focus on getting out, they um…" His eyebrows scrunched up as he tried to think through the haze," didn't give you the drug." Ahsoka felt a spark of hope at the news because it meant that all she would be able to escape once she broke out of the chains. She felt her heart sink again when blood started to drip down her master's face, reminding her that she had to hurry up and get out before Anakin got any worse. Anakin clumsily wiped away the blood, his face looking paler.
"Just lay down master, before you pass out." When he agreed without protest, that's when she realized just how bad his condition was. Once he was laying down on his side, his eyes slipped shut. Ahsoka sighed in silent relief before focusing on the chains that kept her shackled to the wall. She quickly brought tucked her legs to her chest and slipped her arms under them, bringing her hands to the front. Looking at the cuffs, she realized that it would be relatively simple to pick the lock if she had the proper tools. Which she did, after getting captured a few times, Anakin had gifted her some boots that had hidden compartments in the heels. Wrenching open the heel compartment, she grabbed the lock picking tools and attempted to pick the lock. The way her hands were cuffed together made it difficult to get to the lock and made her hands cramp up with the way she had to hold the tools. But she kept on trying, only stopping when she heard faint singing.
She perked up her head, trying to find the source of the singing. Her heart dropped as a memory came to the front of her mind.
"Remember Commander, a human can die if their fever is too high."
"Really?"
"Yes, the heat will cause brain damage and if it goes on for too long, they'll die."
"How do I know when Anakin is at that point? You know, without a thermometer and all."
"When humans have a high fever, they start to become delirious, the General will start singing when he's at that point. Listen to me Commander, I doubt it's ever going to happen, but if he ever starts singing, you need to try and bring down his fever as fast as possible before he gets brain damage. He'll die if you don't."
Low, sluggish singing filled the quiet cell, the singing coming from the other side of the room. She whipped her head around to look at her master, his lips moving slowly as the tune left his lips, the words in an odd language that she didn't recognize. She resisted the urge to run to her master, knowing full well that her chains were too short and that she would only waste time. Instead, she focused on the lock again, trying her best to keep her hands from shaking.
"Come on, it's time we give the prisoner his second injection."
"Roger roger." Her heart lept into her throat when she heard the voices outside her door, barely having the time to slip her tools into her shirt before the droids entered the room.
"What do you want?" the droid ignored her, finding her master a little bit more important. They unlocked his chains, his body flopping around as they moved him around, the singing had stopped at that point and Ahsoka just watched them, speaking up when they grabbed him.
"Hey! Hey! What are you doing to him!" they dragged Anakin out between the two of them, his head drooping down as they held onto his arms. The droids didn't even look at her.
"None of your concern prisoner." They dragged out her master, the door closing behind them.
"No, wait!" Ahsoka scrambled to her feet, trying to get to the door before it closed, only to fail.
"Master!" she banged on the door, trying to get their attention. All of the panic that she was holding in finally exploded in her chest, anxiety, and fear making her chest ache.
"ANAKIN!"
