Padmé sat beside Anakin in the hospital bed, waiting for him to wake up. She looked around her. She had never liked hospitals. Everything was spotless and bare and white. And it wasn't really comfortable, either. But she needed to explain everything to Anakin.
"Don't worry, I'm sure Anakin will be fine."
Said a doctor, he was kind and reminded Padmé much of Dr. Gudro who had helped her survive.
"If he wakes up, then we will know for sure he will make it through. I've heard Anakin is very strong, is that true?" The doctor asked her. She nodded quietly and managed a small smile.
"Very well, then I assume he will be fine."
The doctor turned and fiddled around with some random buttons on a small sphere-like remote. Padmé assumed it controlled one of the various machines which kept Anakin barely clinging to life. The Doctor turned, and smiled.
"I'm sorry senator, My name is Alabis Marcidio. You may call me Al. Dr. Al that is."
He presented himself as an average doctor, kind and friendly. Dressed in the traditional white robe, the much resembled a fancy lab coat.
"It's nice to meet you,"
she replied. She tried to relax a bit, but she couldn't stop wondering if Anakin was going to be alright.
"Speak of the Jedi.." The doctor tuned when he heard a certain change in patters on the largest machine, a silver cube, with thin lines of laser beams that blinked. "It seems Anakin, here, is waking up as we speak. Good new I assume?" He smiled once again as he stared from Padmé, to the Machine. She returned the smile and watched Anakin. If he was waking up, like he said, would he still be mad at her? And would he even forgive her? She wouldn't blame him if she didn't.
Interrupting the two, Anakin began to stir on the small hospital bed. As they looked over at him, his eyes began to open gradually. With much difficulty, he struggled to open them and look around. He blinked uncontrollably as he evened out the balance of moisture in his eyes. They were dry and irritated at first. He smiled, glad to be awake and breathing normally again.
"Thank you Doctor. I thought I was a goner...how did this all happen?" Anakin smiled at him as a sign of thanks. It was that certain smile that made Padmé seem like there was nothing better in the world, more of a smirk that showed tremendous gratitude.
"Well, you had many internal injuries, I assumed you would die, or wake up with some type of mental damage rather then physical. But it seems you've had a visitor who has been pulling through for you." He shifted his gaze over to Padmé at the other side of the enclosed room. Anakin followed his eyes to see Padmé sitting next to him.
"Where's Obi-Wan? You didn't have to come here, nd leave him. God forbid, your heart is probably aching for him right now. Just as mine had longed for you." He turned, and shifted his body to his side, refusing to look at her any longer. It hurt him, hurt him to know she was there, so close but was not his. Not there to love him. "I came back for you Padme, just as I had promised. The only reason i survived is most likely because I knew you were waiting for me.." He smirked again, this time, more aggravated. "Yeah, you waited for me alright, In bed while you made love with Obi-Wan.." He trailed off as the firmiliar stinging tears flowed down his rugged cheek and chiseled jaw. She looked away.
"I'm sorry, Anakin...Let me explain, please..."
slowly, Anakin turned over to Padmé, once his tears were cleared.
"I've got nothing better to do..." he said, forgivingly. Yet, not wanting to be proven wrong.
"Anakin, I'm so sorry about everything...Obi-Wan told me later that he set the whole thing up, but that was after he lured me to him...I still love you, I loved you all along...I felt really horrible sometimes, I missed you and I kept thinking that you were going to die...I just don't know anymore. I don't blame you if you don't want to forgive me or talk to me again, I was a horrible wife..." She broke off, looking at the floor and feeling awful, tears stinging her eyes.
Anakin felt her pain, but wasn't sure whether or not to believe her, on the other hand, she was his wife and they had gone through many situations like this in the past. Though, this was one Anakin would never had thought of happening.
"What do you mean he lured you? And set the whole thing up?" He questioned, more angry then he was sad.
"Well, after you left, I was worried, and he was worried, and we just kind of grew closer...I'm not really sure how to explain it. And he told me he set this up, but I didn't know, I swear..."she broke off, looking at the ground. He fought back his sympathy for her.
"Padmé, how can I trust you?.." He had no idea how to start of disciplining himself about her.
"I don't know..." she replied softly, biting her bottom lip."If you don't know, then why should I forgive you? This wouldn't be so hard if I had never loved you in the first place. I loved you Padmé,..and I thought.." He turned once again, as his emotions came back to him, wanting to forgive her, yet needing to hide from her angelic face. He knew she was telling the truth, but Anakin somehow needed to know more... "I just thought you loved me too..."
"I do love you, Anakin, I really do." A single tear slid down her cheek and fell to the floor. He didn't turn to face her, but remained on his side while tears softly ran down his cheek as well.
"Anakin...While you were gone, and while I was with Obi-Wan, I still loved you, I still thought about you all the time and I was constantly wondering where you were and if you were alright. I've always loved you...that time, when we all thought you were dead, that was probably one of the worst moments in my life. I'll always love you, even if you don't love me, and I understand..." She still didn't look at Anakin as she spoke.
"I'm sorry to interrupt, but I best be leaving, and since I feel you two are not getting along, I'm sorry to say, unless you want her to sleep here with you, she is going to have to leave." The doctor interrupted. Anakin turned to them quickly.
"Wait!" He shot out, grabbing Padmé's arm.
"So you forgive me?" she asked with a small smile.
"I love you.." he said trailing off, while gently kissing her.
He pulled her into the bed, along side him. He waited, staring at her. Admiring the beauty he had lived for those long months he was gone. He looked her in the eyes, oceans of chestnut, they attracted him, and once they caught him, he could not resist her. Just as he could not resist her any longer now. Though he hated to admit it, he was wrong, and he never doubted their love. Pulling her closer, into him, their bodies binding into one beneath the covers, he kissed her once again. Padmé pulled back and looked into his eyes.
"I love you too, Anakin," she said quietly, and then kissed him again. "But, don't you have anything to say?" she asked him, smiling.
Anakin sighed, shaking his head. "You were right...I'm sorry.."
"Don't worry, I'm sure Anakin will be fine."
Said a doctor, he was kind and reminded Padmé much of Dr. Gudro who had helped her survive.
"If he wakes up, then we will know for sure he will make it through. I've heard Anakin is very strong, is that true?" The doctor asked her. She nodded quietly and managed a small smile.
"Very well, then I assume he will be fine."
The doctor turned and fiddled around with some random buttons on a small sphere-like remote. Padmé assumed it controlled one of the various machines which kept Anakin barely clinging to life. The Doctor turned, and smiled.
"I'm sorry senator, My name is Alabis Marcidio. You may call me Al. Dr. Al that is."
He presented himself as an average doctor, kind and friendly. Dressed in the traditional white robe, the much resembled a fancy lab coat.
"It's nice to meet you,"
she replied. She tried to relax a bit, but she couldn't stop wondering if Anakin was going to be alright.
"Speak of the Jedi.." The doctor tuned when he heard a certain change in patters on the largest machine, a silver cube, with thin lines of laser beams that blinked. "It seems Anakin, here, is waking up as we speak. Good new I assume?" He smiled once again as he stared from Padmé, to the Machine. She returned the smile and watched Anakin. If he was waking up, like he said, would he still be mad at her? And would he even forgive her? She wouldn't blame him if she didn't.
Interrupting the two, Anakin began to stir on the small hospital bed. As they looked over at him, his eyes began to open gradually. With much difficulty, he struggled to open them and look around. He blinked uncontrollably as he evened out the balance of moisture in his eyes. They were dry and irritated at first. He smiled, glad to be awake and breathing normally again.
"Thank you Doctor. I thought I was a goner...how did this all happen?" Anakin smiled at him as a sign of thanks. It was that certain smile that made Padmé seem like there was nothing better in the world, more of a smirk that showed tremendous gratitude.
"Well, you had many internal injuries, I assumed you would die, or wake up with some type of mental damage rather then physical. But it seems you've had a visitor who has been pulling through for you." He shifted his gaze over to Padmé at the other side of the enclosed room. Anakin followed his eyes to see Padmé sitting next to him.
"Where's Obi-Wan? You didn't have to come here, nd leave him. God forbid, your heart is probably aching for him right now. Just as mine had longed for you." He turned, and shifted his body to his side, refusing to look at her any longer. It hurt him, hurt him to know she was there, so close but was not his. Not there to love him. "I came back for you Padme, just as I had promised. The only reason i survived is most likely because I knew you were waiting for me.." He smirked again, this time, more aggravated. "Yeah, you waited for me alright, In bed while you made love with Obi-Wan.." He trailed off as the firmiliar stinging tears flowed down his rugged cheek and chiseled jaw. She looked away.
"I'm sorry, Anakin...Let me explain, please..."
slowly, Anakin turned over to Padmé, once his tears were cleared.
"I've got nothing better to do..." he said, forgivingly. Yet, not wanting to be proven wrong.
"Anakin, I'm so sorry about everything...Obi-Wan told me later that he set the whole thing up, but that was after he lured me to him...I still love you, I loved you all along...I felt really horrible sometimes, I missed you and I kept thinking that you were going to die...I just don't know anymore. I don't blame you if you don't want to forgive me or talk to me again, I was a horrible wife..." She broke off, looking at the floor and feeling awful, tears stinging her eyes.
Anakin felt her pain, but wasn't sure whether or not to believe her, on the other hand, she was his wife and they had gone through many situations like this in the past. Though, this was one Anakin would never had thought of happening.
"What do you mean he lured you? And set the whole thing up?" He questioned, more angry then he was sad.
"Well, after you left, I was worried, and he was worried, and we just kind of grew closer...I'm not really sure how to explain it. And he told me he set this up, but I didn't know, I swear..."she broke off, looking at the ground. He fought back his sympathy for her.
"Padmé, how can I trust you?.." He had no idea how to start of disciplining himself about her.
"I don't know..." she replied softly, biting her bottom lip."If you don't know, then why should I forgive you? This wouldn't be so hard if I had never loved you in the first place. I loved you Padmé,..and I thought.." He turned once again, as his emotions came back to him, wanting to forgive her, yet needing to hide from her angelic face. He knew she was telling the truth, but Anakin somehow needed to know more... "I just thought you loved me too..."
"I do love you, Anakin, I really do." A single tear slid down her cheek and fell to the floor. He didn't turn to face her, but remained on his side while tears softly ran down his cheek as well.
"Anakin...While you were gone, and while I was with Obi-Wan, I still loved you, I still thought about you all the time and I was constantly wondering where you were and if you were alright. I've always loved you...that time, when we all thought you were dead, that was probably one of the worst moments in my life. I'll always love you, even if you don't love me, and I understand..." She still didn't look at Anakin as she spoke.
"I'm sorry to interrupt, but I best be leaving, and since I feel you two are not getting along, I'm sorry to say, unless you want her to sleep here with you, she is going to have to leave." The doctor interrupted. Anakin turned to them quickly.
"Wait!" He shot out, grabbing Padmé's arm.
"So you forgive me?" she asked with a small smile.
"I love you.." he said trailing off, while gently kissing her.
He pulled her into the bed, along side him. He waited, staring at her. Admiring the beauty he had lived for those long months he was gone. He looked her in the eyes, oceans of chestnut, they attracted him, and once they caught him, he could not resist her. Just as he could not resist her any longer now. Though he hated to admit it, he was wrong, and he never doubted their love. Pulling her closer, into him, their bodies binding into one beneath the covers, he kissed her once again. Padmé pulled back and looked into his eyes.
"I love you too, Anakin," she said quietly, and then kissed him again. "But, don't you have anything to say?" she asked him, smiling.
Anakin sighed, shaking his head. "You were right...I'm sorry.."
