When I got to him I felt my eyes tear up at the sight

Here was my strong master lying dead to the world. His leg was bent at an odd angle. His skin was almost

translucence he was so pale, well from what I could see of him that wasn't drenched in blood. He was lying

on his back on a giant scraggly bolder, it reminded me so much, to much, of when I found him on the

rooftop after the terrorist attack only five months ago. It took me a moment to get over my shock and start

moment but when I did, I couldn't stop. Firstly I wiped the tears from my eyes so I could see and went over

to him and picked him up, gently of course, and ran, carrying my Master bridal style, to the nearest

Republic Cruiser and ran immediately to the Med Bay the medic took one look at Obi-wan and called over

a whole team of Medics who took my Master from me and started shouting things to each other about his

condition. I didn't understand it but I knew it couldn't be good. Then things got worse. Obi-wan woke up.

Oh Force, I never want to hear that again. To hear my strong, strong Master scream bloodcurdling screams

and start thrashing against the concerned and petrified Medics was completely disheartening.

By now just about everyone in the Med Bay was curiously staring. One of the Medics finally had to sedate

Obi-wan. Then they started taking him somewhere and as started to follow one of the Medics broke away

from the group and jogged over to me and told me what was happening.

"He has a very severe concussion, a smashed hand, broken leg, broken back, cracked collar bone, and

massive internal bleeding. He is going into surgery to stop the internal bleeding and fix any damage it

caused. Afterwards he will be put into a bacta tank for a few days. In a week, when we get to Courscant,

your Jedi Healers and finish the job."

I just nodded, I couldn't bring myself to speak. Though I could think,

This is all my fault, if only I had sensed it coming. I failed him, I'm a failure.

My musings were interrupted by the Medic saying, "there is a chance that we will not be able to repair his

back and he will be paralyzed from the waist down, I'm sorry" the he scurried down the hallway that they

had just whisked my Master down a moment before.

And all I could do was stand there and think

Paralyzed. My sweet master, the man who taught me how to fight, paralyzed. Unable to fight, unable to walk.

And it's all my fault.