Hello there! So I had a bit of an issue when I first posted this, something with my documents..? So this is my first FanFic, its more of a drabble, but I figured I should start out with something shorter. I apologize for any errors and hope you enjoy! :P

Anakin had never felt worse. He should have seen the shot coming. He was just focused on his interrogation of the Rodian. So focused, in fact, that he missed a man behind him raise a blaster to his head. He would probably be dead if not for Ahsoka. She pulled the blaster away from his head... but she pulled it toward herself. A small mistake really, she could have pushed it- should have, really. But in the moment, a quick attempt to move the blaster, she messed up. But Anakin didn't need to worry about that now, he was more focused on his padawan clutching her stomach where the blaster hit.

"Ahsoka you need to breathe, in and out. Slowly." Though his voice sounded calm and steady, on the inside he was panicking. He couldn't lose her. It may have sounded selfish, but he needed her! He wouldn't know what to do without her, she kept him grounded, and even though he was her teacher, she taught him things. Things he never knew he needed to learn. But he needed to focus on the moment he was in. People were crowding around them in the bar they were in. The Rodian and his pal were nowhere to be found. He tore off a bit of his sleeve and held it on the wound, which was bleeding, meaning there must have been damage around the wound.

"I'm trying Master." Came a small, pained response from Ahsoka. She moved her hand to hold the cloth herself. Anakin needed to get her out of here. he picked her up, bridal style, unsure of how else to carry her without upsetting her wound. It was a bit awkward, but it would be fine for the time being. He stumbled out of the building, Ahsoka was a bit heavier than expected. He sat her on the back of his speeder and Ahsoka, still being conscious wrapped her arms around him as he drove off.

(Time skip, in the med room)

Anakin, grateful that Ahsoka would be fine, was sitting on a chair in the sterile, white med room. Ahsoka on the bed next to him, breathing steadily. Anakin made a promise to himself- to... her.

He would protect her.

Welp! There it is, my first Fanfiction! Tell me if I did anything wrong and PM me some ideas! Byeeee!