"Padmé, Padmé, can you hear me?" Anakin whispered, stroking her cheek, feeling a rush of emotion come upon him. Padmé was still breathing, but she was out cold. She's so strong, he thought, kissing her forehead when the stormtroopers' backs were turned. "We have to get her out of here," he said to the stormtroopers.
"Yes sir, it's this way," Beta 327 said, pointing down the hall.
When they were near the ship, a troop of CIS droids started towards them. Oh no, he thought, I don't have time for this! Anakin ran as fast as he could, dodging the impossible, quickly opening and closing the hatch and hurrying to the back of the ship, laying Padmé on a bed in medbay.
Padmé felt her conciousness start to come back. She blinked, not knowing where she was. Her only instinct was to call Anakin's name.
"Anakin?" she said weakly. Anakin looked up abruptly, and a smile crossed his face.
"Padmé," he said, kissing her gently. "Oh, I'm so glad you're alright," she said, another rush of emotion coarsing thru him. He felt his eyes get glazed. He stroked her cheek lovingly. Padmé brought her hand up to his, holding it.
"What happ--happened," Padmé said, her voice almost a whisper.
"You were almost killed. I don't know how, but General Grevious knows we're married," Anakin said, squeezing her hand, his face becoming increasingly worried.
"How does he know?" she said, trying to get up, getting a headrush and laying back down. Anakin beckoned her to stay down.
"I--don't know..." he said, feeling the presence of the other Jedi come near. "I'll be right back," he said, running to open the hatch for the overwhelmed Jedi. They ran in, and started towards the ships medbay.
Seeing Senator Padmé laying there wasn't promising, but she stirred, and the Jedi sighed a sigh of relief. Now, to see if she had found anything out...
