Chapter 11:
Her eyelids felt heavy and yet she opened them. Immediately cursing the bright florescent lights bouncing off the white walls of the infirmary. She closed her eyes tightly when the pain reached her consciousness. As she pushed back the agony she searched the room for a companion.
"Where. . . Where am I?" She breathed out.
A warm hand gripped hers and a soft, deep voice tried to sooth her. "Easy senator, just relax." Bail Organa exclaimed as he kissed her very pale hand.
Padme tried to take a deep breath, and felt pain coursing through her entire body. Her breath hitched with the pain. Her eyes squeezed tightly and a tear ran down her cheek. After a moment she relaxed as best she could, she finally realized where she was.
"Bail?" She looked up at the dictator's dark brown eyes. "Leia. . . where's Leia?" She asked, the pain evident in her voice.
Bail ran a hand through her hair. "She's alright. She. . .she's the only one who survived." Bail hung his head when he spoke those words. "I don't know how, but they left her alive."
Padme turned her gaze to the ceiling, more tears formed in her eyes. "He knows, he knows she's mine." She began to choke on her words.
"Does he know she's his?" Bail asked, concerned.
Padme shook her head. "No. He would've taken her, but he knows she's mine. . ." She now realized that she could no longer stop the down pour of tears. She began to sob uncontrollably. "Oh Ani." She said beneath her sobs.
Bail motioned for the healer to give her more pain medication, the healer took a syringe and stuck it into her arm, Padme immediately started to feel drowsy. As she slipped back into oblivion she noticed a man sitting in the corner of the room. She tried to reach her hand out to him.
"Ben?" She moaned as she slipped back to unconsciousness. Two blood shot blue/grey eyes turned towards her from under his hood. Then the figure suddenly left the room, leaving Padme to cry herself to sleep.
"She needs bacta, and she needs it now." The healer whispered to Bail Organa once Amidala was asleep.
"We have scouts searching for it." He said with a heavy sigh. "The troops stole all of our medical supplies and weapons. We are turning to our neighbors, but we are finding it hard to find support, they all live in fear of the Empire." Organa hissed.
"Your highness if Senator Amidala doesn't get bacta soon, she will probably never walk again, the blast hit her directly in her spine.." The doctor's words felt like a knife twisting inside Bail's heart. "She also may not survive the week."
"She is strong, she will survive this." Bail argued, trying to keep his hopes up.
*****
Later that evening, Obi Wan held a long torch at his side. He had already lit four funeral pyres and wasn't quite ready to light the fifth. He stuck the torch into the ground and stumbled towards the beautiful, lifeless body dressed in a white gown and one of his ratted robes. Her long golden hair laying loosely around her face. He knelt next to her, took her hand and held it up to his face. He stared at her porcelain features, and her crimson lips that he knew he would never be able to kiss again. He closed his eyes, although he couldn't bring himself to cry. He let his hand travel down her neck all the way down to her stomach, he held his hands over her midsection and lowered his head in sorrow.
"Knew you did not?" A familiar voice rang through his ears.
He lowered his head down and kissed Siri's stomach, then her forehead. He moved silently back towards the source of the voice. They sat in silence for a long moment.
"No." He finally found his voice. "She didn't tell me."
Yoda lowered his head in sorrow for his fallen students. "Unfortunate this is."
"My vision came true." Obi Wan was at a loss for words.
"Hmmm, happened because you rushed to face him. Not listening to the force were you." Yoda reprimanded, giving Obi Wan a stern look. "Warned you I did, reckless you are."
"Did you come here to lecture me?" Obi Wan stared hard at the green master.
"To lecture you I did not come here to do. To guide you back to the light have I come." Yoda walked up towards Siri's body. "And to mourn have I come." He placed a clawed hand on her forehead and closed his eyes. "Strong she was with the force, find her way to the others she will."
Obi Wan struggled to keep his balance on top of his crippling emotions he was also still weak from his injuries. He felt his knees begin to buckle under him. Yoda turned in time to see his brother in the force fall to the ground. He hobbled towards him. "Master. . ." Obi Wan breathed as he lifted himself up.
"Rest you need, not your time is it." Yoda tried to help support the weary body.
"When will it be my time? Why are we still here?" He asked his master.
Yoda turned his gaze back to the four burning pyres. "Know this I do not, pondered this have I. Purpose for us the force has." Yoda stared into Obi Wan's blue/grey eyes. "Go on you must, let them die in vain you must not."
Obi Wan struggled to his feet, he grabbed the torch and then lit Siri's funeral pyre. He felt his emotions rise and fall inside him. "There is no death, there is only the force." He whispered under his breath. He then tore his gaze from the blaze and walked as quickly as he could past Yoda.
Yoda stared at the fire, he too felt an abundance of emotions. He glanced behind him and watched his last living companion stumble back to the palace. "Too many pyres have you been force to light in your short life." He stated and hung his head. "The chosen one Qui Gon wanted to train; trained the chosen one he did." With that Yoda sat in the grass to meditate.
*****
Padme opened her eyes and once again was met with pain. She glanced around her dark room and noticed she was alone. A flickering light caught her attention out the window. She turned her eyes towards the source and saw five small fires burning outside. Her heart sunk because she knew exactly what the fires meant. She then remembered the hooded man that had occupied her hospital room earlier, in that short moment of eye contact she saw a canvas of mixed emotions. She then remembered the last time she saw someone with the same look in his eyes. 'No, Obi Wan is not Ani. . .he won't follow the same path.' She swore to herself.
She tried to lift herself up, but found she couldn't move her body very well. The lights came on when it sensed her motion, and a familiar pair of droids quickly entered.
"Oh miss Padme, is there anything we can get you?" C3PO asked while frantically waving his arms about. His counterpart a small astro droid whistled and beeped, inquiring on the Senator's condition.
Padme forced a strained smile. "Oh 3PO, R2. . . I could use some water." She groaned.
C3PO smacked R2 on his dome. "You heard her!" He barked. R2 whistled a short whistle that could easily be identified as a curse word in droid. 3Po finally left to get some water.
Padme noticed a small table next to her bed, she tried to reach for the paper and pen laying on top. R2, noticing she couldn't reach began to push the table towards her.
"Thank you R2." She stated with a moan when she finally had what she wanted. She looked out the window one more time and began to scribble on the peace of paper. When she finally finished she folded it neatly and put it under her pillow.
The door to her room opened, and a very tired Bail Organa stepped through. "How do you feel?" He asked, placing a hand on her head, running his fingers through her hair.
"Like I was hit by a speeder." She answered with a groan. She looked at him and noticed the sorrow in his eyes. "What happened?" She asked.
"You tell me."
"No, what happened in the Senate?" She asked again.
Bail sighed, he didn't want to get into this discussion with her now, but he humored her. "We have supporters in the Senate, if only we could get them to stop living in fear." He pulled up a chair next to her. "But I honestly don't know how we will be able to fight against such reckless hate, such evil." She put her hand in his. He then looked at her frail form lying face down on a small medical bed with bandages wrapped around her torso and he felt his heart rise into his throat at the sight. "You need your rest."
She nodded, and removed her hand from his. He got up to leave before she spoke again. "Bail."
"Yes?"
"Take care of Leia for me." She said as calm as she could, but was choking on her words. "She looks up to you so much, and she needs a father figure. . ."
Bail shook his head. "Don't give up on me yet Amidala, I won't give up on you."
"Please Bail, I'm not giving up I just need to know that if the worst happens that she will have somewhere to go." Padme could feel tears creeping in on her again.
"I love Leia as if she were my own." Bail said and then turned to leave. "Now rest." He said over his shoulder.
Her eyelids felt heavy and yet she opened them. Immediately cursing the bright florescent lights bouncing off the white walls of the infirmary. She closed her eyes tightly when the pain reached her consciousness. As she pushed back the agony she searched the room for a companion.
"Where. . . Where am I?" She breathed out.
A warm hand gripped hers and a soft, deep voice tried to sooth her. "Easy senator, just relax." Bail Organa exclaimed as he kissed her very pale hand.
Padme tried to take a deep breath, and felt pain coursing through her entire body. Her breath hitched with the pain. Her eyes squeezed tightly and a tear ran down her cheek. After a moment she relaxed as best she could, she finally realized where she was.
"Bail?" She looked up at the dictator's dark brown eyes. "Leia. . . where's Leia?" She asked, the pain evident in her voice.
Bail ran a hand through her hair. "She's alright. She. . .she's the only one who survived." Bail hung his head when he spoke those words. "I don't know how, but they left her alive."
Padme turned her gaze to the ceiling, more tears formed in her eyes. "He knows, he knows she's mine." She began to choke on her words.
"Does he know she's his?" Bail asked, concerned.
Padme shook her head. "No. He would've taken her, but he knows she's mine. . ." She now realized that she could no longer stop the down pour of tears. She began to sob uncontrollably. "Oh Ani." She said beneath her sobs.
Bail motioned for the healer to give her more pain medication, the healer took a syringe and stuck it into her arm, Padme immediately started to feel drowsy. As she slipped back into oblivion she noticed a man sitting in the corner of the room. She tried to reach her hand out to him.
"Ben?" She moaned as she slipped back to unconsciousness. Two blood shot blue/grey eyes turned towards her from under his hood. Then the figure suddenly left the room, leaving Padme to cry herself to sleep.
"She needs bacta, and she needs it now." The healer whispered to Bail Organa once Amidala was asleep.
"We have scouts searching for it." He said with a heavy sigh. "The troops stole all of our medical supplies and weapons. We are turning to our neighbors, but we are finding it hard to find support, they all live in fear of the Empire." Organa hissed.
"Your highness if Senator Amidala doesn't get bacta soon, she will probably never walk again, the blast hit her directly in her spine.." The doctor's words felt like a knife twisting inside Bail's heart. "She also may not survive the week."
"She is strong, she will survive this." Bail argued, trying to keep his hopes up.
*****
Later that evening, Obi Wan held a long torch at his side. He had already lit four funeral pyres and wasn't quite ready to light the fifth. He stuck the torch into the ground and stumbled towards the beautiful, lifeless body dressed in a white gown and one of his ratted robes. Her long golden hair laying loosely around her face. He knelt next to her, took her hand and held it up to his face. He stared at her porcelain features, and her crimson lips that he knew he would never be able to kiss again. He closed his eyes, although he couldn't bring himself to cry. He let his hand travel down her neck all the way down to her stomach, he held his hands over her midsection and lowered his head in sorrow.
"Knew you did not?" A familiar voice rang through his ears.
He lowered his head down and kissed Siri's stomach, then her forehead. He moved silently back towards the source of the voice. They sat in silence for a long moment.
"No." He finally found his voice. "She didn't tell me."
Yoda lowered his head in sorrow for his fallen students. "Unfortunate this is."
"My vision came true." Obi Wan was at a loss for words.
"Hmmm, happened because you rushed to face him. Not listening to the force were you." Yoda reprimanded, giving Obi Wan a stern look. "Warned you I did, reckless you are."
"Did you come here to lecture me?" Obi Wan stared hard at the green master.
"To lecture you I did not come here to do. To guide you back to the light have I come." Yoda walked up towards Siri's body. "And to mourn have I come." He placed a clawed hand on her forehead and closed his eyes. "Strong she was with the force, find her way to the others she will."
Obi Wan struggled to keep his balance on top of his crippling emotions he was also still weak from his injuries. He felt his knees begin to buckle under him. Yoda turned in time to see his brother in the force fall to the ground. He hobbled towards him. "Master. . ." Obi Wan breathed as he lifted himself up.
"Rest you need, not your time is it." Yoda tried to help support the weary body.
"When will it be my time? Why are we still here?" He asked his master.
Yoda turned his gaze back to the four burning pyres. "Know this I do not, pondered this have I. Purpose for us the force has." Yoda stared into Obi Wan's blue/grey eyes. "Go on you must, let them die in vain you must not."
Obi Wan struggled to his feet, he grabbed the torch and then lit Siri's funeral pyre. He felt his emotions rise and fall inside him. "There is no death, there is only the force." He whispered under his breath. He then tore his gaze from the blaze and walked as quickly as he could past Yoda.
Yoda stared at the fire, he too felt an abundance of emotions. He glanced behind him and watched his last living companion stumble back to the palace. "Too many pyres have you been force to light in your short life." He stated and hung his head. "The chosen one Qui Gon wanted to train; trained the chosen one he did." With that Yoda sat in the grass to meditate.
*****
Padme opened her eyes and once again was met with pain. She glanced around her dark room and noticed she was alone. A flickering light caught her attention out the window. She turned her eyes towards the source and saw five small fires burning outside. Her heart sunk because she knew exactly what the fires meant. She then remembered the hooded man that had occupied her hospital room earlier, in that short moment of eye contact she saw a canvas of mixed emotions. She then remembered the last time she saw someone with the same look in his eyes. 'No, Obi Wan is not Ani. . .he won't follow the same path.' She swore to herself.
She tried to lift herself up, but found she couldn't move her body very well. The lights came on when it sensed her motion, and a familiar pair of droids quickly entered.
"Oh miss Padme, is there anything we can get you?" C3PO asked while frantically waving his arms about. His counterpart a small astro droid whistled and beeped, inquiring on the Senator's condition.
Padme forced a strained smile. "Oh 3PO, R2. . . I could use some water." She groaned.
C3PO smacked R2 on his dome. "You heard her!" He barked. R2 whistled a short whistle that could easily be identified as a curse word in droid. 3Po finally left to get some water.
Padme noticed a small table next to her bed, she tried to reach for the paper and pen laying on top. R2, noticing she couldn't reach began to push the table towards her.
"Thank you R2." She stated with a moan when she finally had what she wanted. She looked out the window one more time and began to scribble on the peace of paper. When she finally finished she folded it neatly and put it under her pillow.
The door to her room opened, and a very tired Bail Organa stepped through. "How do you feel?" He asked, placing a hand on her head, running his fingers through her hair.
"Like I was hit by a speeder." She answered with a groan. She looked at him and noticed the sorrow in his eyes. "What happened?" She asked.
"You tell me."
"No, what happened in the Senate?" She asked again.
Bail sighed, he didn't want to get into this discussion with her now, but he humored her. "We have supporters in the Senate, if only we could get them to stop living in fear." He pulled up a chair next to her. "But I honestly don't know how we will be able to fight against such reckless hate, such evil." She put her hand in his. He then looked at her frail form lying face down on a small medical bed with bandages wrapped around her torso and he felt his heart rise into his throat at the sight. "You need your rest."
She nodded, and removed her hand from his. He got up to leave before she spoke again. "Bail."
"Yes?"
"Take care of Leia for me." She said as calm as she could, but was choking on her words. "She looks up to you so much, and she needs a father figure. . ."
Bail shook his head. "Don't give up on me yet Amidala, I won't give up on you."
"Please Bail, I'm not giving up I just need to know that if the worst happens that she will have somewhere to go." Padme could feel tears creeping in on her again.
"I love Leia as if she were my own." Bail said and then turned to leave. "Now rest." He said over his shoulder.
