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I do own this "Hide" T-shirt. That would be pronounced "He-day" not
"HIDE…" dumbies out there…This chapter is dedicated to The Galactic Goddess
---thanks for your review.
It was agony. The throbbing inside of her skull was truly mind numbing. She couldn't think, couldn't feel anything---yet distantly she heard a voice. A voice gentle in pitch calling in a blurry static of sound, "Pa- me…Pa-me…come back. You can't leave me here, not now. Not after the Jedi and the council, Pa-me." The speaker's words registered, but there meaning past right over her. Jedi? Council? Who was this stranger whispering in her ear? And most importantly, who was Pa-me?
Just as she was about to fade out into the questions floating through her consciousness a soft caress brushed her cheek and roused her to the light. Her eyes felt swollen shut, as if metal had soldered the lids together. Somehow she managed only to confront the cruel onslaught of bright red light. The light burned her sensitive eyes like fire to an open wound. With a wince she shut them again, shadows dancing on the inside of her lids.
"Are you okay? Do you want me to get a medic? Padme? Oh, Padme," the strange man lowered his head to her chest. Even though she couldn't see exactly what he was doing, she could feel the warm tears soak through her clothing onto her skin. Something reminiscent of a moan escaped his throat. He seemed so moved, so sad that for a minute she considered stroking the soft hair that brushed her arm as he cried.
"Oh, I was so scared. You can't die Padme! You can't, don't leave me! You're my angel, my everything…when that, that thing exploded…I killed him for you," the stranger's voice took on a lilt that frightened her. His speech had grown weary yet forced in a twisted sort of way, each word dripped with hatred, "He didn't deserve to live."
She tried to sound out a reply, but her voice was too scratchy. It felt as if she had swallowed a fistful of sand. Resigned to leave him to the talking, she laid back on the pillows and tried to ignore the words.
* *
"So, how is she?" a gruff voice entered the sanitation room.
"I don't know. She hasn't talked yet or anything," Anakin lapsed into silence, "The fear, of losing her, I don't think…I don't think I…"
"Don't bother, I've sensed your relationship, why else do you think I would have allowed you to leave the Order so easily. I am disappointed yet optimistic about your future. But, my old Padawan, negative thoughts won't heal her wounds any faster," Obi-wan chided the sleep deprived, Anakin who sat clutching the bandage hand of Padme.
#Oh, well I updated. You better review anyway…any suggestions?#
It was agony. The throbbing inside of her skull was truly mind numbing. She couldn't think, couldn't feel anything---yet distantly she heard a voice. A voice gentle in pitch calling in a blurry static of sound, "Pa- me…Pa-me…come back. You can't leave me here, not now. Not after the Jedi and the council, Pa-me." The speaker's words registered, but there meaning past right over her. Jedi? Council? Who was this stranger whispering in her ear? And most importantly, who was Pa-me?
Just as she was about to fade out into the questions floating through her consciousness a soft caress brushed her cheek and roused her to the light. Her eyes felt swollen shut, as if metal had soldered the lids together. Somehow she managed only to confront the cruel onslaught of bright red light. The light burned her sensitive eyes like fire to an open wound. With a wince she shut them again, shadows dancing on the inside of her lids.
"Are you okay? Do you want me to get a medic? Padme? Oh, Padme," the strange man lowered his head to her chest. Even though she couldn't see exactly what he was doing, she could feel the warm tears soak through her clothing onto her skin. Something reminiscent of a moan escaped his throat. He seemed so moved, so sad that for a minute she considered stroking the soft hair that brushed her arm as he cried.
"Oh, I was so scared. You can't die Padme! You can't, don't leave me! You're my angel, my everything…when that, that thing exploded…I killed him for you," the stranger's voice took on a lilt that frightened her. His speech had grown weary yet forced in a twisted sort of way, each word dripped with hatred, "He didn't deserve to live."
She tried to sound out a reply, but her voice was too scratchy. It felt as if she had swallowed a fistful of sand. Resigned to leave him to the talking, she laid back on the pillows and tried to ignore the words.
* *
"So, how is she?" a gruff voice entered the sanitation room.
"I don't know. She hasn't talked yet or anything," Anakin lapsed into silence, "The fear, of losing her, I don't think…I don't think I…"
"Don't bother, I've sensed your relationship, why else do you think I would have allowed you to leave the Order so easily. I am disappointed yet optimistic about your future. But, my old Padawan, negative thoughts won't heal her wounds any faster," Obi-wan chided the sleep deprived, Anakin who sat clutching the bandage hand of Padme.
#Oh, well I updated. You better review anyway…any suggestions?#