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Day Twenty Seven: Blankets

“Where is he?” Fives muttered, turning around and leaving the office. “I thought…”

“What’s up?” Echo asked. Fives started, turning to him.

“Do you know where Rex is?” Echo shook his head.

“I haven’t seen him all day.” He looked like he’d just realized that. Fives frowned.

“I thought he had a meeting and then some paperwork. At least he mentioned that last night.”

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Day Twenty Nine: Motion Sickness

“I’ve never been on a boat before,” Ahsoka said excitedly.

“You’re not missing much,” Anakin said stiffly.

“Come on, Master, it seems cool.” She frowned and looked up at him. “You know, I assumed you’d be interested in this. I mean, imagine how these things are made to move. I mean, it’s massive. How does it stay on water and not sink? And how big must the engines be to get it moving?”

“Same way the Resolute is able to travel through space,” he said dismissively.

“Well, I’m still excited.”

“Nothing exciting about being on a big boat with a bunch of Senators.”

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Day Thirty: Food Poisoning / Allergy

The dining room was large. Ahsoka looked around in poorly disguised awe. She saw Anakin’s look of distaste. She knew this type of mission wouldn’t sit well with him. Not for the first time, she wondered why the council had assigned them this particular mission when negotiations were obviously Master Obi-Wan’s forté. To be fair to her Master, the actual negotiations had not gone horribly. In fact, Anakin had given the king much to think about. And it was obvious the king was interested in Anakin, at least as a window into the culture of the Jedi, if nothing else. So he’d invited them both to the evening feast in celebration of joining the Republic. And Anakin hadn’t been able to refuse the invitation.

“I know it’s not really your idea of a good time, but maybe it will be okay,” Ahsoka said. “I mean look, they’ve got all kinds of food here.”

“How much of it will go to waste?” he asked quietly. Ahsoka grimaced. He must have seen her face and sensed her guilt because he put a hand on her shoulder. “I’m sorry. You’re right. We’re here, so we may as well make the best of it.”

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Day Thirteen: Appendicitis

Rex sighed, scrubbing tiredly at his face. It had been a relatively standard mission, but it had been long, and he was tired, just like the other men. When they had boarded the Resolute, everyone had gone their own separate ways to clean up and rest, or grab food in the mess. He changed into standard-issue blacks and left his room, not sure where he would go. When he rounded the corner of the corridor, he almost bumped into Ahsoka.

“Rex,” she said, her voice holding a note of concern.

“What is it?” he asked. “What’s wrong?” She frowned.

“I think something is going on with Anakin,” she said quietly. “He went into our quarters and he hasn’t come out.”

@sicktember Day Five: Comfort Item / Plush / Blanket

There was a blanket in Ahsoka’s new quarters that she absolutely loved. When she first moved her things from the initiate dorms to the rooms she now shared with Master Skywalker, she saw it, folded over the end of the couch. It was grey-blue in color, and thick. On mornings when she rose first, she’d curl up under it with a cup of tea. It was warm and smelled of something comforting that she couldn’t name. It brought her comfort.

This was why she found herself curled under it on the sofa on this particular morning. Her entire midsection ached. She supposed she was lucky to be on leave this time and not on the battlefield, but still. She tugged the blanket up to her chin, curling in on herself as another cramp shot through her abdomen. She closed her eyes, hoping to fall asleep to avoid the pain. She must have drifted because she came to awareness again when a gentle hand rested on her lekku. She shifted, curling up again, burying more of her head under the blanket. She heard a low chuckle. “Good morning Snips,” Master Skywalker said, thumb rubbing absentmindedly over her lekku. She moaned into the pillow.

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Day Twenty Three: Ear Infection

Anakin looked exhausted. He’d been quiet the last day or so, but other than that, he’d gone to lessons as usual and sat with Obi-Wan at meals. Though last night, Obi-Wan noticed he mostly picked at his food and seemed to be forcing himself to eat. But he looked quite a bit worse today. Still, he was dressed in his robes and he set his bag carefully on one of the bar stools. He moved to the kitchen and went about pouring himself a glass of milk. “How would you like your eggs?” he asked. Anakin didn’t respond. “Anakin? How do you want your eggs?” Still no response. Frowning, Obi-Wan reached out as he turned to put the jug of milk back in the conservator. He put his hand on Anakin’s shoulder. He didn’t expect his Padawan to jump.

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Day Six Alt 2: Too Many Layers

Rex watched as General Skywalker and Commander Tano gave the mission report to the Council. He’d been asked by Anakin to stand with them and add additional details if they missed anything, but so far, he hadn’t had to talk. That was probably a good thing because he was distracted. Skywalker tugged on his tunic again for the fifth time during this meeting, looking uncomfortable. Even the Commander was shooting him looks of concern. She caught Rex’s gaze and raised an eyebrow, jerking her chin in Skywalker’s direction. Do you see? her expression clearly said. Rex sighed and gave a small nod.

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Day Seven: Sneaky Temperature Check

Ahsoka was worried. Master Kenobi and Master Skywalker just got back from the ice planet Orto Plutonia the day before and she had only seen her Master once. He’d greeted her, looking exhausted, and retreated to their quarters to rest. She assumed at first that he really was just tired and was sleeping. So when she got up the next morning and did not see him, she went about getting ready for her classes. When she got back from her morning lessons and still did not see him, that was when she grew concerned. She set her bag down on the kitchen chair and padded towards his closed door. Once she was standing before it, she hesitated. If he was sleeping, she didn’t really want to wake him up. But if something was wrong and she didn’t check on him, she’d feel horrible. With that thought in mind, she reached out and knocked on the door. There was no response. She knocked again. There was a small shuffling sound, then he spoke. “What is it?” Ahsoka frowned. His voice sounded odd.

“Master?” Ahsoka asked quietly, cracking the door open. “It’s me. I just wanted to see if you were… okay…” her words trailed off as she laid eyes on him. He was in bed, burrowed under the covers, and she could see from the doorway that he was shivering.