Hey guys I'm back with another chapter. I know it's been so long since I've updated and I'm really sorry! I just have so much work and sports it's been really hard to find time to write this. But don't worry; I will never leave this story!

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I only got two ideas for Ahsoka and Jessie scenes so I'm going to move on with the story. Well, I present the 11th chapter of When There's Nothing Left. Enjoy….

Jessie POV

I finally figured out what had Ahsoka so depressed. There were so many things going on inside her I couldn't believe she could hold them all in. And because she wouldn't divulge her pain into anybody else her health had suffered. I was pretty sure those scars on her arms would never leave. But it was not only her physical well-being, her mental strength was decreasing as well. The voices that screamed in her head, they were destroying her. How would they get rid of it? Could they?

I shook my head, doubt can't help us. I decided her master would be the best person to help her battle this. So, that was where I was heading now. I headed toward the bridge, expecting Anakin to be there. When I entered, however, Rex informed me the Jedi was in his quarters. I turned around and headed down the corridor.

When I arrived at the room I knocked on his door. I heard a gruff, "Come in," and pushed through. Anakin was sitting at his desk, eyes locked on the multitude of papers strewn in front of him. I crossed the room to him and tapped his shoulder. "Master Skywalker, I have an update on your padawan."

Anakin turned around to face me. "You better make this quick, after her failure we've been working 'round the clock to find a way to get back the planet."

His comment irritated me. His work was more important to him than his padawan. He should be jumping in to help her in any way he can, not shove her away at the first opportunity. I decided that this time I would not let the Jedi leave until I got him to help Ahsoka and truly forgive her.

I walked up to Skywalker's desk and slammed my hand on the mess of papers littered on it. I caught his eye and started on with my lecture. "Master Skywalker sir you of all people should be more concerned for Ahsoka's stability. I'll have you know your padawan is far from cured and, in fact, more hurt then we could possibly have imagined."

"What are you talking about Jessie?"

" I'm saying Ahsoka's mental health is at a high risk. It is even started to affect her physical well-being. I'm sure you remember when she went into cardiac arrest. Do you know what caused it?"

" Yes uh, of course..."

"You don't. But you want to know what is was? Mental exhaustion. Her body just quit from all the voices, separation, hatred, and loss of confidence. You left her, the clones ignored her, and she felt nobody would care about her. And you want to know something? I can't do anything about it. You need to go talk to your padawan. So unless you want her to forever stay as a mess like she is now, you better get you but over to her room."

" I don't know what to say."

"Tell her you're sorry and you forgive her. But you better mean it. It's time to forgive her Skywalker or eventually she'll go where no one can get her back."

Anakin POV

Jessie brought me back to reality. Ahsoka may have messed up many times but at the end of the day she was still MY padawan and MY snips. I couldn't lose her, she was like a daughter to me. I looked over to Jessie who looked expectantly at me. I decided it was time to let the past be the past. Ahsoka needed my help and I was going to give it her.

"Let's go Jessie." She nodded at me and I filed out the door behind her.

We stalked down the hall toward the Med Center. As we went I remembered how much Ahsoka hated the hospital, now she's been there for so long. I shook my head and tried to think of what I would say to Ahsoka. She was broken, her heart was torn, and from what I was hearing her health was deteriorating fast. What could I say that would possibly help her heal? I realized that I had nothing. There was not a word nor a gesture that could possibly stitch my padawan's broken soul together anytime soon. She was so shattered, so scattered around it would take forever to mend the wounds. But I would give her whatever I got.

Jessie and I approached the Med Bay and went inside. She led me through the many rooms until we came upon the door of Ahsoka's room. Her hand went to the door knob as I held my breath. I prepared myself to embrace her, hug her, tell her everything was alright, there would be no more pain. But no amount of mental preparation could prepare for what I saw when Jessie opened the door.

6 Hours Later

Anakin POV

The heart monitor's constant beeping filled the room and my head. I glanced at Ahsoka, wires connected to her in many places, keeping her alive. An oxygen mask was fitted on her face, and the breathing tube crept under it. It was once again pushed down her throat. Large bacta patches were placed over her heart, stomach, and could I have let this happen?

(Flashback)

Jessie and I walked into the room and I nearly fainted. Ahsoka lay on the ground, blood pooling around her body, spilling from three wounds. Next to her was a gleaming knife, covered in my padawan's blood. I immediately picked her up and placed her on the bed. Jessie came and connected her to various IVs, handing me patches to place on the wounds. The whole time, Ahsoka's cloudy eyes stared at me blankly. I knew she was unconscious but it still scared me.

Jessie had then ushered me out of the room. After an hour or so, she had finally stabilized Ahsoka. She had then removed the patches and slowly stitched the wounds. Once in awhile, I could hear a scream rip from my padawan's mouth, and every time I did my heart broke even more. I had done this. I pushed her to her breaking point and she couldn't handle it.

Another agonizing wail punctured my ears. I hated when Ahsoka was in pain. She was my daughter, my sister, my life. Her and Padme, I have to protect them with my life. I would do anything.

(End Flashback)

Anything. I would do anything to have Ahsoka wake up and smile. Anything to have those cuts go away, to have all her pain disappear. Anything... for her. But I needed to tell her that.

I came to Ahsoka's bedside and hugged her tight. I whispered in her lukka, that I loved her. That she was my daughter that I would sacrifice my life for. That I was sorry. So sorry that I had driven her to madness. That I forgive her. Nothing mattered anymore in the past, just that she would wake up and hug me back.

Ahsoka POV

Dead but not allowed to die. Alive but as good as dead. That's how I felt. When the blood poured out I was happy. I would finally leave this horrible world. But then, something happened.

I was numb for hours. Couldn't feel, couldn't think. I was lost in a void in my mind. Everything was just empty. But still, I knew I was alive. My plan hadn't worked, I was too slow. And now, I would live to experience the consequences of failing.

It seemed that's all I could do. Fail. The voices hadn't come back since I had stabbed myself, but their words were still tucked away in the back of mind. They would never leave.

Then, I heard a voice. I braced myself for the upcoming battle until I realized, it was a person who was talking. Someone who was talking directly at me. I concentrated harder and was shocked to realize it was Anakin. he was telling me he loved me, that he was sorry. My first instinct was to say he was lying but. But I came to see he wasn't. His voice was sad, like he had been crying. "Over me," I thought. And, searching his force signature, I saw it was all real. I really wanted me to come back.

I pushed hard to open my eyes. It felt like they were glued shut and would not heed my command. But I was persistant and soon, my eyes made contact with Anakin's.

Anakin POV

I prayed and hope that Ahsoka would wake. And it seemed He was listening. Her eyes fluttered open and her giant blue orbs rested on my face. I embraced her quickly and smiled. I was delighted when she hugged me back. I couldn't resist the tears that spilled out as I thanked him Him for this miracle. When I felt a salty tear drip on my shoulder I squeezed Ahsoka then pushed her out to see her also falling into tears... of happiness. Never again would this tragedy happen.

"Master, do you really forgive me?"

I heard Ahsoka's question and responded, "Of course Snips. As long as you promise me one thing."

"What Master?"

"To never ever ever hurt yourself again."

"Of course SkyGuy, never again."

OverLord Narrator Person POV

Little did they know how hard it would be to keep that promise, and the trials Ahsoka was destined to face.

Dun Dun Duuuun. Hope that Ending got you interested! This story is far from over! I still have more of the story planned out! Hope this was worth the wait! I love writing this story and I hope you love reading it as well.

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