The speeder ride back, Anakin was in shock. how in all the 7 sand dunes could Obi... no, HIS MASTER die? die... death. he... he broke his promise. to his mother. he had failed. again. he was a failure. he was worthless.

if it weren't for Padme and Ahsoka, he'd jump out of the speeder.

"Master?" he snapped out of his thoughts. ti find something wet trickling down his cheek. he couldn't bring himself to care.

As soon as they got back to the temple, Anakin stormed off to his quarters and went inside his room. he couldn't bare Obi... His master's right now. Anakin buried himself under every pillow and blanket he could find and then curled into the smallest ball he could. he heard sounds of sobbing. it took him a hour to realize it was him.

"Master, please. when did you last eat? drink water? are, are you even sleeping? are... are you trying to... kill youself?"

Anakin took in none of it. lost in his own mind.

"Master... do you not care about me- About anything?" But the person once known as Anakin was lost in his own mind... with no intent of getting out.

Ahsoka left.

it had been a week and Anakin hadn't said a word. he also hadn't done anything but lay there wide awake. She was worried for him. he most likely had a fever at this point. sighing, she realised that if Anakin were to live, she'd have to call the healers. she pulled out her com, and commed the emergency healer.

Anakin heard a soft knock, and then the door opened. Odd.

Ahsoka normally asked to come in, waited for a few minutes, then entered.

either she was at the end of her rod, or she had... no, she wouldn't call the healers.

suddenly someone was lifting a blanket off his pile. he grabbed onto the inner most one, holding it to him.

finally whoever had no respect for him got to the last blanket. the one he had in a lock grip.

"Anakin. Anakin. you need to let go." it was soft... gentle... like a breeze. he recognized that voice. it was healer Che. someone, probably healer Che, was carefully prying the blanket off.

he tried to push them away to find he was much weaker than he thought. odd. he shivered. the air was cold. very, very cold. he shivered violently.

he reached for the blanket again, but someone took his hand in theirs, and pulled it away. their hand was freezing.

"Anakin, you have a very high fever."

honestly, he didn't care.

"We need to take you to the healers." Anakin didn't move.

"Can you get up?"

the answer was yes, but he refused to speak. if they wanted him to talk, they could go find... him.

someone was trying to help him up. he kicked them in the face.

"Anakin..." someone whispered something. they suddenly stuck a needle into his arm. a feeling of exhaustion filled him. he fought it off.

"it's not working... Anakin, come on. get up." but Anakin didn't hear. he was lost in his mind again.

obi wan is dead... he wouldn't do that to me... unless he didn't think I was worth it... I deserved him. it is probably true I mean, I really should go die... no, no, Ahsoka and Padme seem to care... that would be unfair to them...

the next time Anakin was aware of his surroundings, Ahsoka was staring at him. he was in the halls of healing, with a IV in his arm. he ripped the iv out, and got out of him bed. swaying, and blinking black out of his vision, he stumbled over to the furthest corner, curling in on himself. he just wanted to be left alone to lose himself in his thoughts. Ahsoka walked over.

"Master, please. they say if you refuse treatment, you'll be dead by tomorrow. the day after if your lucky." Anakin understood the words. just didn't care.

"Obi Wan, come back you must."

"What? why masters?"

"Skywalker will not live to the end of this week. unless you come back"

"What happened?"

"he... is depressed... and we are begining to think suicidal."

"What do you mean?"

"his attachment to you was stronger than we thought. as soon as he got back he closed himself in his quarters, refusing to drink, eat, or we belive, sleep... Padawan Tano tried to coax him into taking care, bit he refused. she was force to call the healers. the healers report says that he would blank out for a minute at a time. he also refused to talk. according to Padawan Tano, he hasnt spoken since... your presumed death. he seemed to blank out for a hour, in which he was looked over in the halls of healing. they decided that he was sick from dehydration, and weak from starvation. they also concluded that the lack of sleep had no apparent signs which makes us guess he has been using the force to sustain himself... ten minutes into getting settled down, with IV's and medicine, Anakin snapped back into awareness. Padawan Tano says he immediately pulled the IV out, and seemed to be dizzy and light headed when he got up. she says he went into the drakest corner of the room and hid himself. when she told him he need treatment else he'd die, he gave no reaction... we believe you must come back."

Obi Wan was shocked.

Anakin had truly taken it much worse than they thought.