Anakin and Ahsoka

In the treatment area, Vokara Che went to work trying to put Anakin into a healing trance, but the young Jedi fought her. He didn't calm down until he felt Madame Jocasta's hand on his forehead.
"Ssh, child, let Master Vokara heal you."
He calmed down but didn't close his eyes. He moaned while tossing and turning the fever going higher.
Master Vokara tried again to get him to sleep but Anakin wouldn't close his eyes. She contacted Master Yoda and it was decided to take him to the hospital. If Anakin's fever wouldn't drop, he would die.
He fought the medics caring for him on the way to the hospital...

After Anakin ran from the Temple garden he kept running back to his quarters.
R2D2 was still waiting and saw his friend enter looking very upset. The droid beeped softly hoping Anakin would talk to him, but all he did was sit on the bed, head in his hands.
The tears that started in the garden wouldn't stop, and he didn't try to stop them. Master Plo's words echoed in his brain making him feel worse.
"Ahsoka..." he 说 his voice quivering. Feverish and distraught, he layed down and let exhaustion settle in.
Artoo stood beside his 床, 床上 beeping in a soothing way. Anakin's rest didn't last long and...

When they entered the cathedral, Anakin felt his 心 break even 更多 at the sight of Ahsoka's still body laying on the sacred slab. She had been all cleaned up and dressed in her Togrutan Jedi outfit and leggings. Her hands were crossed over her chest with her lightsaber tucked in her right hand. She looked to be sleeping with a serene expression on her face. Gone were the wounds of her death thanks to Master Vokara's ministrations.
Tears blurred the vision of her and Anakin wiped at his eyes, not wanting to cry in front of Masters Yoda and Windu. He saw Masters Luminara and Aayla fighting...

"Good morning, young Skywalker," Yoda 说 a slight smile on his face.
"Good morning, Masters," Anakin 说 as he bowed in respect for his elders.
"Your new Padawan." Yoda 说 gesturing over to where Masters Plo and Sinube stood with a robed figure between them. The figure was slim and very tall, even taller than Master Plo. He couldn't see her face but caught a faint glimpse of greenish-hued hands that were human-like in appearance.
A Gungan? he thought, no....a Falleen? He shuddered at that notion having had a bad experience with a female Falleen who had gotten a little too friendly with him...