Ahsoka woke with a start as the door to the waiting room at the Healer's Wing slammed behind a Master Healer who had just exited the room where her Master lay. She had fallen asleep sitting in a chair, her head lolling over to the side. The Coruscant sky was dark beyond the large window and she could see the lights of the bustling city life. Suddenly remembering herself, she called out to the departing Healer.
"Master Catya! Please! Wait!" she called as she ran up to the Master Healer. "How is Master Skywalker, may I see him now?"
The Healer stopped and gave Ahsoka a permeating look. "You should be resting, child. Has anyone looked at those scrapes on your face yet?"
"Please, Master! I promise I will get looked at after I see Master Skywalker!" said Ahsoka.
The Master Healer sighed and spoke softly. "Sit down, Padawan, let me explain something to you before you see your Master again."
Ahsoka walked with Master Catya back to the sitting area and reluctantly took a seat.
The Master Healer began. "Your Master is doing well, Padawan, there is nothing of concern to do with his overall heath. He is actually in very good health, all things considered. Just very…" -Master Catya searched for a polite word- "perturbed with the medical staff for keeping him against his wishes. It's his arm, child, the one he lost those years ago. He's lost even more of it after the electrocution he suffered. Three more inches of his arm had to be amputated. I'm sorry, Padawan."
Ahsoka looked down to the floor. "Oh no," she whimpered, "how terrible. He never let on that it was that bad."
"No, Padawan, I imagine he wouldn't. Everything will be fine though. The Jedi Healers have done their work and prepared him for surgery. The droids will take care of the rest. After the surgery, he will go through a period of adjustment with his new prosthetic, but he will recover."
Ahsoka sniffed and choked back a tear.
"Fear not for your Master, Padawan. He is strong. He will overcome this injury you will see. For now though, in the absence of his former Master, you will be permitted to accompany him through the rest of the procedure. Send him soothing energies and help take his mind off of the pain. May the Force be with you, Ahsoka."
"Thank you Master Catya," said Ahsoka. She then stood up, swallowed her grief, and opened the doors to her Master's operating room.
As she stepped inside, she made careful observations. Anakin was awake, and he was agitated. He lay strapped down on an operating table cursing in Huttese at the droids who were preparing their tools in the corner. But when he noticed Ahsoka enter the room and sit down by his side, he was noticeably relieved.
"Snips, thank the Force! Can you believe they've strapped me down and given me suppressants? I don't see why this has to be done now! I should be with Obi-Wan while he's- OW!"
A med droid had injected him at the site where the new aperture would be installed. Then it was joined by three other droids holding various metal tools and converging on where his new arm would be.
"Master, Obi-Wan is doing fine, I think it's best that you get this taken care of first."
The droids began. Anakin groaned in pain and turned his head away from them and concentrated instead on Ahsoka.
"I'm here, Master. Concentrate on my words and this will be over soon. These are the best med droids in the whole galaxy. After this we'll go straight to see Master Obi-Wan."
"Sounds good," Anakin said, holding back grunts of pain and gritting his teeth. "How's my fearless Padawan faring?"
"I'm fine, Master, I'm just so..."
She searched for the words. "Sorry that you had to lose even more of what you have already lost! I promise Master, you are still the best Master a Padawan could ask for!" She found herself near to tears again.
The droids were almost finished their work.
Anakin lifted her chin up so to that he could meet her gaze. "Don't take pity on me, Padawan. Ever," he said solemnly. Then his toned lightened. "Instead take pity on all of the foes who have yet to meet your Master."
Ahsoka allowed herself a small laugh and was very glad to know that the trauma had not negatively affected Anakin's psyche. It was very strange, but he seemed to be at peace with the incident, and even excited. Excited? That couldn't be right, any Jedi would shudder at the idea of more of their organic tissue being lost forever and replaced with machinery.
Before she could linger on the odd thought any longer, the droids were finished.
"Sir, the surgery is complete," said the head droid in a monotone. "We just need to run a diagnostic and check for dexterity and mobility." They released Anakin's from his binds, allowing him to sit up as they probed the new piece of equipment. Finally, after sticking all of his new fingers and his palm with a needle, the declared their work finished and permitted him to leave.
Anakin all but ran out of the operating room and deeper into the Healer's Wing where the intensive care patients were treated. Ahsoka hurried along in his wake.
Anakin and Ahsoka watched from the observation deck as Obi-Wan was removed from a large bacta tank and laid on a clean white bed. Several droids converged on him to dress his wounds, make sure that the broken bones they had set were still in place, and then cast the broken bones in a lightweight rigid material. The gaping hole in his shoulder had to be flushed with extra medicines and then packed with bacta soaked gauze.
Anakin stood watching intently with his arms folded, his new one gleamed silver in artificial light of the ward. He sent waves of strength down to his unconscious Master below. The Jedi Healers in the room, felt him doing so and responded through the Force with encouragement. He ignored them. He didn't need they're encouragement and permission to help his own Master to recover.
Then, after over an hour of three Healers' meditation and application of Force-induced medical treatment, Obi-Wan was transferred to a room where he could recuperate and see guests. Anakin and Ahsoka were allowed to finally be reunited with Obi-Wan.
Obi-Wan was placed in a large clean room that had been painted a soothing color of blue. A large window graced the wall adjacent to his bed, but the curtains were drawn tight to make the room as quiet and calming as possible. The wounded Jedi Master was laid out on a bed in a set of clean clothes from the Healer's wing. His legs were splinted and elevated and his right arm was casted and tightly bound his chest. His face was pail, but was no longer a ruin of lacerations and bruises. Only faint purple marks and pink lines remained there.
As they pulled two chairs up within arm's length of Obi-Wan's bed, Ahsoka, probed her Master's feelings deeply and then out of respect, decided to ask Anakin a question. "Do you want to be alone with him when he wakes, Master?"
Anakin looked at her, impressed with her insight, and thought for a moment. "There was a time, Padawan, when I would have said yes. But you were the one who felt Obi-Wan was still alive when I was too angry about leaving him to do so," he said appraisingly. "Stay with us, Padawan. But you can leave the meditating to me." He patted his lap invitingly.
Ahsoka smiled broadly, happy that that she could stay, but suddenly she was aware of how exhausted she was. She laid her head down on her Master's lap, curled up on her chair and quickly fell into a dreamless sleep.
Anakin looked at Obi-Wan's unconscious face and prone form one last time before beginning a deep trance. "You did it, Master, he thought. You didn't turn. Now heal and rest and I will be with you when you wake. And with you always."