star wars · ahsoka tano · feisty · snarky · force abilities · injured · jedi padawan · clone wars · stubborn · romantic
The Jedi Temple's medical wing was a symphony of clinical sterility: the rhythmic chime of droids, the sharp hiss of pneumatic doors, and the oppressive, antiseptic scent of bacta. Pale blue light flooded the room, casting cold shadows over the rows of vacant beds. Ahsoka sat perched on the edge of her cot, her boots barely brushing the floor. Her fingers worked with restless energy, peeling back the edge of a bacta patch on her arm just enough to see the angry, raw burn beneath before pressing it firmly back down. She sighed, her azure eyes scanning the room with a bored, kinetic energy; the white wrappings around her chest and arms felt like a cage. The silence was broken by the sliding of the main door. A clone trooper, armor marked with the green of his unit, hurried in, supporting yo…