Here you people go again. This chapter is a little different, but it keeps it interesting and not boring. It's not JUST a romance kinda fic. But please read, enjoy (hopefully) and NICELY review.
Padme turned once, then opened her eyes. It was morning. She yawned once and turned her head to Obi-Wan's cot, but he wasn't there. In fact, the blanket had never even been moved. She sighed, figuring he had once again slept in the window. She rolled over to get up when she saw him.
He was sitting beside her bed, with one hand still laying on it. He had fallen asleep soon after she had, and had just slept sitting up, hand curled as if she were holding it still. She smiled and stepped off the bed and sat down beside the sleeping Jedi.
She liked to watch him sleeping. Sleep seemed to take off the years that the Sith's rise, the Jedi purge, and his failure put upon him. He also seemed so peaceful. Obi-Wan had been her greatest friend since Anakin had turned to evil. He had always been there for her, and always would be.
She brushed a stray piece of hair from his face and began to stand up. But she stopped. Something was wrong with him. She didn't know how she knew, but she knew. She leaned closer to his face and tilted his head up with her hand. He groaned in his sleep and laid it back on his arm. Then Padme noticed that he was breathing very, very fast. She placed her palm on his cheek and realized, for the first time, that he seemed to be burning up.
She began to panic. Something was very wrong with him, something more than a cut cheek. "Obi-Wan! Obi-Wan, wake up!" She lightly tapped his good cheek.
His eyes slowly fluttered open and he mumbled incoherently. Then he stirred and instictively tried to rise, only to fall heavily against her bed. She grasped his arm and pushed him onto her bed. Once he was completely on it, she had to sit down for a moment.
She regained her strength and went back up to him. She undid the top of his tunic, finding his skin was still burning hot. She frowned; this was no fever. She was going to find some medicine when he grabbed her hand suddenly.
"Wha..what...," he gasped in ragged breaths, "did...you put...on that cut...yesterday?"
"Just some disinfectants, Obi-Wan. Why?"
"What exactly...did you put on it?"
"Um, morphine, dexanadrine, hanodin, curloc-"
"Hanodin! I can't...have that. I'm allergic...to it. Deathly allergic."
Padme's hand flew to her mouth. "Oh no! What can I do? What will happen to you?"
"If...you don't get the...antidose for it... then I have about 24 hours left...until the antidose will be...useless. Then it all...goes downhill from there."
"What will happen between that time? You can barely breath right now, and before you were kind of delerious."
"I'm afraid...it will only get...worse. I don't know...exactly what happens. The last time...I had hanodin was...in the Temple when I was...five. The medics...always warned me...afterward never to use it."
Padme looked like she was about to cry, but kept it in. She scrambled to the where all their medical supplies were, and found a syringe. She put in it a medicine that was suppossed to clean out the blood, but she wasn't sure if it would work on the hanodin. By the time she got back to the Jedi, he was already out cold again. She injected the syringe into his neck and hoped for the best. She noticed he was shivering, despite the fever, so she covered him up with the blanket.
She rushed into the mainroom afterwards and found his holo communicator. She set the frequency to that of her former handmaidens, Sabe and Eritae. It seemed to take forever before they accepted the transmissions.
Minute, one-foot tall images of the handmaidens appeared. And when they saw who was calling them, their mouths practically flew open. "Padme!" Sabe exclaimed. "Are you alright?"
"I'm fine, Sabe. But Obi-Wan, I'm afraid, is not."
Sabe's hand flew to her mouth. Padme knew that she had always had a thing for the Jedi. "Oh no! What's wrong? What can we do?"
"Have you heard of a disinfectant called hanodin?"
Eritae nodded. "Yes. It is really good for deep cuts. Why?"
"Do you know what the antidose is called?"
"Did he use too much or something?"
Padme shook her head. "No. It's my fault. He's deathly allergic to it. And I...I used it on a cut of his."
Sabe turned away and began sifting through some flimsi out of the range of the holo camera. "Ah! Here it is. Joipuk. The antidose for hanodin. Use only for overdose or accidental usage. Is that what you need?"
"Does it get it out of his system?"
"It says it does."
"Good. How fast can you and Eritae get here?"
"Sabe and I are currently on Naboo. We can get there in approximatly 22 hours." Eritae answered.
"That is with a fast ship hauling butt." Sabe added.
"Please try! He says he only has about 24 hours left until the antidose won't do anything." She paused. "I'm afraid. He's one of the only friends I have left."
Sabe nodded sadly. "We will try as hard as we can."
Padme smiled sadly. "The Jedi have a saying. 'Do or do not, there is no try.' "
"Then we will do. Sabe out. And good luck, Padme." The transmission was cut off, leaving Padme standing by herself, staring at an empty wall.
She sighed and went back to Obi-Wan. He was still out, and look like he had no intention of ever waking up. She sat on the edge of the and pushed a strand of hair from his face.
"I'm so sorry, Obi-Wan. So sorry. I didn't know, but I should have asked you." She said as she absently stroked his hair. She looked down at her hand and saw the ring that Anakin gave her was still on her finger. She stared at it a moment before slowly taking it off her finger.
She stared at it for a moment in her hand, before throwing it across the room. Anakin was truly dead to her now. She was a widow, a pregnant widow. She looked down at Obi-Wan. "A pregnant widow who's only friend is dying because of her."
She grasped his hand, and sat that way for the longest time. Suddenly he began to toss and turn, wretching his hand out of hers. He began to breath very fast and began to mumble.
"Anakin! No...failed...Qui-Gon...twins...Skywalker...Padme..." He rolled over violently, slamming his hand into the corner of the nightstand. If he felt the pain in his reverie, he showed no signs. The table cut his hand, and it began to bleed. Padme rushed and found a spare scrap of cloth, which she wrapped around Obi-Wan's new wound.
She sat with him more, lost in her own thoughts. Again he began to toss and turn in his slumber. She placed her hand on Obi-Wan's forehead and began to try to comfort him. "Shhh. Obi-Wan, it's alright. I'm still here and the twins are still here. We'll be fine. Shhh." She absently looked up at the chrono; eighteen hours left.
Padme turned once, then opened her eyes. It was morning. She yawned once and turned her head to Obi-Wan's cot, but he wasn't there. In fact, the blanket had never even been moved. She sighed, figuring he had once again slept in the window. She rolled over to get up when she saw him.
He was sitting beside her bed, with one hand still laying on it. He had fallen asleep soon after she had, and had just slept sitting up, hand curled as if she were holding it still. She smiled and stepped off the bed and sat down beside the sleeping Jedi.
She liked to watch him sleeping. Sleep seemed to take off the years that the Sith's rise, the Jedi purge, and his failure put upon him. He also seemed so peaceful. Obi-Wan had been her greatest friend since Anakin had turned to evil. He had always been there for her, and always would be.
She brushed a stray piece of hair from his face and began to stand up. But she stopped. Something was wrong with him. She didn't know how she knew, but she knew. She leaned closer to his face and tilted his head up with her hand. He groaned in his sleep and laid it back on his arm. Then Padme noticed that he was breathing very, very fast. She placed her palm on his cheek and realized, for the first time, that he seemed to be burning up.
She began to panic. Something was very wrong with him, something more than a cut cheek. "Obi-Wan! Obi-Wan, wake up!" She lightly tapped his good cheek.
His eyes slowly fluttered open and he mumbled incoherently. Then he stirred and instictively tried to rise, only to fall heavily against her bed. She grasped his arm and pushed him onto her bed. Once he was completely on it, she had to sit down for a moment.
She regained her strength and went back up to him. She undid the top of his tunic, finding his skin was still burning hot. She frowned; this was no fever. She was going to find some medicine when he grabbed her hand suddenly.
"Wha..what...," he gasped in ragged breaths, "did...you put...on that cut...yesterday?"
"Just some disinfectants, Obi-Wan. Why?"
"What exactly...did you put on it?"
"Um, morphine, dexanadrine, hanodin, curloc-"
"Hanodin! I can't...have that. I'm allergic...to it. Deathly allergic."
Padme's hand flew to her mouth. "Oh no! What can I do? What will happen to you?"
"If...you don't get the...antidose for it... then I have about 24 hours left...until the antidose will be...useless. Then it all...goes downhill from there."
"What will happen between that time? You can barely breath right now, and before you were kind of delerious."
"I'm afraid...it will only get...worse. I don't know...exactly what happens. The last time...I had hanodin was...in the Temple when I was...five. The medics...always warned me...afterward never to use it."
Padme looked like she was about to cry, but kept it in. She scrambled to the where all their medical supplies were, and found a syringe. She put in it a medicine that was suppossed to clean out the blood, but she wasn't sure if it would work on the hanodin. By the time she got back to the Jedi, he was already out cold again. She injected the syringe into his neck and hoped for the best. She noticed he was shivering, despite the fever, so she covered him up with the blanket.
She rushed into the mainroom afterwards and found his holo communicator. She set the frequency to that of her former handmaidens, Sabe and Eritae. It seemed to take forever before they accepted the transmissions.
Minute, one-foot tall images of the handmaidens appeared. And when they saw who was calling them, their mouths practically flew open. "Padme!" Sabe exclaimed. "Are you alright?"
"I'm fine, Sabe. But Obi-Wan, I'm afraid, is not."
Sabe's hand flew to her mouth. Padme knew that she had always had a thing for the Jedi. "Oh no! What's wrong? What can we do?"
"Have you heard of a disinfectant called hanodin?"
Eritae nodded. "Yes. It is really good for deep cuts. Why?"
"Do you know what the antidose is called?"
"Did he use too much or something?"
Padme shook her head. "No. It's my fault. He's deathly allergic to it. And I...I used it on a cut of his."
Sabe turned away and began sifting through some flimsi out of the range of the holo camera. "Ah! Here it is. Joipuk. The antidose for hanodin. Use only for overdose or accidental usage. Is that what you need?"
"Does it get it out of his system?"
"It says it does."
"Good. How fast can you and Eritae get here?"
"Sabe and I are currently on Naboo. We can get there in approximatly 22 hours." Eritae answered.
"That is with a fast ship hauling butt." Sabe added.
"Please try! He says he only has about 24 hours left until the antidose won't do anything." She paused. "I'm afraid. He's one of the only friends I have left."
Sabe nodded sadly. "We will try as hard as we can."
Padme smiled sadly. "The Jedi have a saying. 'Do or do not, there is no try.' "
"Then we will do. Sabe out. And good luck, Padme." The transmission was cut off, leaving Padme standing by herself, staring at an empty wall.
She sighed and went back to Obi-Wan. He was still out, and look like he had no intention of ever waking up. She sat on the edge of the and pushed a strand of hair from his face.
"I'm so sorry, Obi-Wan. So sorry. I didn't know, but I should have asked you." She said as she absently stroked his hair. She looked down at her hand and saw the ring that Anakin gave her was still on her finger. She stared at it a moment before slowly taking it off her finger.
She stared at it for a moment in her hand, before throwing it across the room. Anakin was truly dead to her now. She was a widow, a pregnant widow. She looked down at Obi-Wan. "A pregnant widow who's only friend is dying because of her."
She grasped his hand, and sat that way for the longest time. Suddenly he began to toss and turn, wretching his hand out of hers. He began to breath very fast and began to mumble.
"Anakin! No...failed...Qui-Gon...twins...Skywalker...Padme..." He rolled over violently, slamming his hand into the corner of the nightstand. If he felt the pain in his reverie, he showed no signs. The table cut his hand, and it began to bleed. Padme rushed and found a spare scrap of cloth, which she wrapped around Obi-Wan's new wound.
She sat with him more, lost in her own thoughts. Again he began to toss and turn in his slumber. She placed her hand on Obi-Wan's forehead and began to try to comfort him. "Shhh. Obi-Wan, it's alright. I'm still here and the twins are still here. We'll be fine. Shhh." She absently looked up at the chrono; eighteen hours left.