"Save your energy, Padmé," Obi-wan gently said, touching the suffering girl's shoulder. In the hospital where Obi-wan Kenobi had taken her, Senator Padmé Amidala lay on a bed, gowned in a white dress, unconscious. Her beloved husband, Anakin, had gripped her throat with his mind-bending of the Force in a terrible rage, and she had passed out, endangering her child. Moaning in utter agony, Padmé slowly slipped into unconsciousness. Obi-wan's shoulders slumped in defeat and he rubbed a hand over his face.
"Oh, Obi-wan…" breathed Princess Anaria Santrin, as Obi-wan walked slowly out of the hospital room. "Is she…" she looked silently into his eyes. Obi-wan simply shook his head, saying nothing.
Anaria put a hand to her mouth and turned her gaze back to Padmé. The poor woman was lying there, so pale and fragile. Her heart had been broken by her beloved Anakin and now she was unwilling to go on with life.
"Medically," a droid doctor told the group, "she's completely healthy. For reasons we can't explain, we are losing her." He put his robotic fingertips together as he delivered the bad news.
Obi-wan looked thunderstruck. "She's dying?" he asked.
"We don't know why. She has lost the will to live," the droid's metallic voice explained. At that, everyone's gaze turned back to Padmé, a vision dressed in white.
"We need to operate quickly if we are to save the babies," the droid said.
Once more, the group was astonished. Babies…as in, more than one?Was the general idea of the group. Only Senator Organa voiced the concern with a simple, "Babies?" he asked the doctor.
"She's carrying twins," the droid said, almost apologetically, almost sadly.
Everyone grew silent for a moment. Only Master Yoda spoke up, "Save them, we must. They are our last hope." The droid doctor's head nodded, rather squeakily to the trained ears of the Jedi, toward Master Yoda and headed back into the room. Padmé never stirred once during this conversation.
"Padmé, please," Anaria whispered to the glass. She pressed her hand up to it, but getting no response from her, she raked the smooth glass with her fingertips. "Please, Padmé, please," she begged, tears starting to run down her cheeks.
Obi-wan heard her plea and slowly walked over to her. He touched her shoulder and Anaria instantly turned toward him and buried her face in his chest. His heart going out to her, Obi-wan returned the embrace.
The droid returned into the room. "She has asked for you, Master Jedi," he said, looking straight at Obi-wan.
Obi-wan looked behind him at the droid and Anaria instantly broke away, ashamed of her tears. She was raised better than this…but, Padmé was her best friend…
Obi-wan took one last look at Anaria before silently heading into the room, nodding slightly to Master Yoda. Master Yoda said nothing, but bowed his head. In sorrow? In thought? One never could tell with Master Yoda…
Obi-wan went to Padmé's side and saw that a green cone had been set up around Padme's waist to protect her from prying eyes. A female droid nurse hovered at the opening of the cone, awaiting the delivery. Obi-wan respectively went around Padmé's head to reach her right side.
"Obi-wan," Padmé breathed in relief. She was sweating profusely from the pain of childbirth. Suddenly, she cried out in agony, tears collecting in her tear ducts but unable to fall as she was lying completely on her back. The female droid smoothly entered into the cone's mouth and produced a fine, squalling child.
The nurse said something in her native tongue, and Padmé panted, "Luke," in the general direction of the child. The droid handed Obi-wan the red faced child in a white hospital cloth. He gazed upon the child, no expression betraying his feelings so as not to scare Padmé.
Suddenly, Padmé screamed again in pain, more tears collecting in her tear ducts. The sweat was now pouring off of her forehead with the effort. The female nurse made soothing sounds to Padmé and that calmed her somewhat, but then she gave a terrific effort and the sound of another crying child was heard in the room.
The droid said something again and Obi-wan interpreted it by saying, "It's a girl."
"Leia," was all that Padmé could get out before passing out again. The female droid still held on to the newly christened Leia and Obi-wan still held Luke. Thinking that Padmé was unconscious, Obi-wan turned his attention to the tiny Luke in his arms. A healthy child, all limbs and fingers intact, though he was still a reddish hue.
"Obi-wan," Padmé sighed. Obi-wan snapped his attention to her instantly. She whispered almost incoherently, "There's still good in him…there's still…" and she said no more. Obi-wan touched her cheek and found no pulse. Padmé had left her body and gone on to join the Force.
Looking into the room, Anaria stood still pressed against the glass. A silent tear rolled down her cheek for Padmé…she didn't even try to brush it off. Everyone was allowed time to grieve, save for the Jedi Masters; now was her moment. "Padmé…" she breathed.
Obi-wan's gaze lingered on the now departed Padmé before he handed baby Luke to a new female droid nurse. The other nurse had already left with the child Leia. He touched Padmé's shoulder one last time before he walked out of the hospital room to join the others.
When he reached them, his gaze scanned the room over the other Jedi and Senators until it finally reached Anaria. So beautiful, so sorrowful, Anaria was. Her blonde hair was braided and wrapped in an ornate design on her head. Her gown, a silvery substance mixed with blues, was light but still appropriate for daytime wear.
Anaria turned to Obi-wan, another tear racing down her face. "She's passed on, hasn't she, Obi-wan?" she asked. Obi-wan paused a second before nodding slightly.
"I didn't even get to say goodbye," Anaria said, looking down.
At that, Master Yoda's face softened, but he said, "Gone to join the Force, Senator Amidala has. Grieve, you must not."
"I know, Master Yoda, I should not grieve," Anaria said. "But…" she couldn't come up with a good excuse why she should be allowed to grieve. After all, the Jedi trained themselves to let go of everything of value to them, so that should they lose it, they would not grieve or, worse yet, turn to the Dark Side. But Padmé was her best friend, another side of her mind objected.
"Excuse me Masters," Anaria said, nodding to Obi-wan and Yoda. "Senator…" she nodded at him, before she swept out of the room, her silvery gown swishing after her. Obi-wan stared after her before returning his gaze to Padmé on the hospital bed. He sighed in defeat.
Hey everyone, forgive me if I forgot any important part/sentence in this scene from the movie. I just figured this scene will tie nicely into my story. Please read and review!
A Bleeding Rose