Here is another chapter for those who care! I hope you like this one.
DARTHTAQ: You are a friggin' PSYCHO!! I gave a Obidala warning and yet you continue to read and write stupid things on MY review page! And what do you think fanfiction really is? STUFF FROM OUR DREAMS AND IMAGINATIONS!! I really wish you would stop writing all of this dumb $hi+ on my review page. LET THE PEOPLE READ WHAT THEY WANT TO READ AND LEAVE PEOPLE'S PREFERENCES ALONE! AND OBI-WAN RULES!!!
Ok, now that I am slightly done venting, THANKS! to all who wrote NICE and HELPFUL reviews. :)
Padme stepped into her room and immediatley sank to the floor. She wanted to cry, wanted to let everyone know how sad she was, but she didn't. She didn't know why, she just would not allow herself to cry. Instead she buried her face in her hands for a long while. Then she slowly stood up and went beside the bed to check on Obi-Wan.
What she saw made her smile. His fever seemed to have gone significantly down, and he seemed to be more comfortable. She grasped his hand, then turned to the floor to hide a tear. *So,* she thought, *maybe he will be fine.* She looked up at him again, and looked straight into a pair of blue eyes.
She smiled. "Obi-Wan!" She smoothed out his ragged hair. "You're alright!"
He smiled. "Yeah. I guess so," he answered in a groggy and raspy voice.
She continued to smile, then surprised them both when she gathered him into a hug. She literally pulled him up and into her arms. It took a moment for him to get over the shock of what she had just done before he hugged her in return.
He patted her back. "It's alright. I'll be fine now." She pulled away and he saw tears on her cheeks. He frowned slightly and wiped them away with his hand. "Padme? There's more to this, isn't there?"
She nodded. "My mother. They got my mother."
His expression turned sympathetic. "Padme...I'm sorry." He could find nothing else to say. He still wasn't completely well, and he was already getting tired again.
"It's alright, Obi-Wan. It's not your fault."
He suddenly looked very sad. "But it is. I helped create the monster."
"You did not!" she said, a fire in her eyes. "I've told you before. What happened is not your fault. Palpatine and Anakin chose their own path. You had nothing to do with it. I told you only a few days ago, too."
He nodded. "I see, but I do not believe."
"In time, Obi-Wan, I hope you will." She smiled and ran her hand over his hair, smoothing it down again. "I'm just happy you are going to be alright. Do you know how scared I was?"
"No, but I can imagine." He turned his head to the closed door. "Who's here?"
"Sabe and Eritae. They had to bring the antidose for me. They got here just in time."
"I don't remember time passing. I had dreams, but I can't remember them either." He shook his head. "But if I had a fever, they wouldn't be dreams that I would want to remember."
"Why's that?"
"I believe that your biggest fears come out when you are dreaming. And if you are ill, it only makes it worse." He laughed quietly. "Or at least that's what I think."
She smiled. "I don't know for sure." She watched him for a second as he closed his eyes. He opened them again a moment later, obviously with effort. She laid her hand on his. "Go back to sleep, Obi-Wan. You need it. I'll be fine. I'm with friends."
He nodded and closed his eyes again. This time, he didn't open them again. She watched the steady rise and fall of his chest for a moment before getting up. She walked back out to the main room, giving him one more glance. She smiled, then turned to see Sabe watching her. Sabe smiled and slowly walked away. Padme watched her go with a confused look, then turned back into her room, her thoughts suddenly occupied by her mother.
She sat on the edge of her bed for a moment, watching Obi-Wan sleep once more. He groaned and rolled over in his sleep, turning his back to her. She smiled and set a hand on his shoulder. Tears welled up in her eyes as a thought of what could be happening to her mother hit her. She wiped her eyes, but still felt the pain. She stared at Obi-Wan for a moment before laying down beside him, wrapping her arms around his shoulders. She couldn't explain why she did it, but she didn't want to get back up again. Something about being next to him calmed her.
"Jedi..." she thought as she dropped off to sleep.
DARTHTAQ: You are a friggin' PSYCHO!! I gave a Obidala warning and yet you continue to read and write stupid things on MY review page! And what do you think fanfiction really is? STUFF FROM OUR DREAMS AND IMAGINATIONS!! I really wish you would stop writing all of this dumb $hi+ on my review page. LET THE PEOPLE READ WHAT THEY WANT TO READ AND LEAVE PEOPLE'S PREFERENCES ALONE! AND OBI-WAN RULES!!!
Ok, now that I am slightly done venting, THANKS! to all who wrote NICE and HELPFUL reviews. :)
Padme stepped into her room and immediatley sank to the floor. She wanted to cry, wanted to let everyone know how sad she was, but she didn't. She didn't know why, she just would not allow herself to cry. Instead she buried her face in her hands for a long while. Then she slowly stood up and went beside the bed to check on Obi-Wan.
What she saw made her smile. His fever seemed to have gone significantly down, and he seemed to be more comfortable. She grasped his hand, then turned to the floor to hide a tear. *So,* she thought, *maybe he will be fine.* She looked up at him again, and looked straight into a pair of blue eyes.
She smiled. "Obi-Wan!" She smoothed out his ragged hair. "You're alright!"
He smiled. "Yeah. I guess so," he answered in a groggy and raspy voice.
She continued to smile, then surprised them both when she gathered him into a hug. She literally pulled him up and into her arms. It took a moment for him to get over the shock of what she had just done before he hugged her in return.
He patted her back. "It's alright. I'll be fine now." She pulled away and he saw tears on her cheeks. He frowned slightly and wiped them away with his hand. "Padme? There's more to this, isn't there?"
She nodded. "My mother. They got my mother."
His expression turned sympathetic. "Padme...I'm sorry." He could find nothing else to say. He still wasn't completely well, and he was already getting tired again.
"It's alright, Obi-Wan. It's not your fault."
He suddenly looked very sad. "But it is. I helped create the monster."
"You did not!" she said, a fire in her eyes. "I've told you before. What happened is not your fault. Palpatine and Anakin chose their own path. You had nothing to do with it. I told you only a few days ago, too."
He nodded. "I see, but I do not believe."
"In time, Obi-Wan, I hope you will." She smiled and ran her hand over his hair, smoothing it down again. "I'm just happy you are going to be alright. Do you know how scared I was?"
"No, but I can imagine." He turned his head to the closed door. "Who's here?"
"Sabe and Eritae. They had to bring the antidose for me. They got here just in time."
"I don't remember time passing. I had dreams, but I can't remember them either." He shook his head. "But if I had a fever, they wouldn't be dreams that I would want to remember."
"Why's that?"
"I believe that your biggest fears come out when you are dreaming. And if you are ill, it only makes it worse." He laughed quietly. "Or at least that's what I think."
She smiled. "I don't know for sure." She watched him for a second as he closed his eyes. He opened them again a moment later, obviously with effort. She laid her hand on his. "Go back to sleep, Obi-Wan. You need it. I'll be fine. I'm with friends."
He nodded and closed his eyes again. This time, he didn't open them again. She watched the steady rise and fall of his chest for a moment before getting up. She walked back out to the main room, giving him one more glance. She smiled, then turned to see Sabe watching her. Sabe smiled and slowly walked away. Padme watched her go with a confused look, then turned back into her room, her thoughts suddenly occupied by her mother.
She sat on the edge of her bed for a moment, watching Obi-Wan sleep once more. He groaned and rolled over in his sleep, turning his back to her. She smiled and set a hand on his shoulder. Tears welled up in her eyes as a thought of what could be happening to her mother hit her. She wiped her eyes, but still felt the pain. She stared at Obi-Wan for a moment before laying down beside him, wrapping her arms around his shoulders. She couldn't explain why she did it, but she didn't want to get back up again. Something about being next to him calmed her.
"Jedi..." she thought as she dropped off to sleep.