In her state of unconciousness(please excuse my spelling), Padme could feel all that wa going on. She could feel that she was being pasted from person to person and that people were proding at her. Then she felt the weirdest of things.
She felt as if her very soul was being ripped away from her. As if she was going to die.
Just then Padme awoke and sat straight up, her head colliding with Anakin's.
"My love, you're awake," Anakin said, kissing her softly.
She wrapped her hands around his neck, forgetting completely about the night before. "I don't feel well."
The man that had brought Padme to Anakin already left, so they were alone to talk.
"My love, I'm so sorry about last night. I don't know what took control of me. If it was rage or hate for the people that might try to hurt you or the baby, I just...couldn't handle myself. I'm so sorry," Anakin said, kissing her again.
Padme put a finger to his lips. "Shh, just hold me. Please. I need held. I'm scared."
"Of what?"
"When I blacked out...I saw you..."
"Isn't that good?"
"No...you were dying. And I was killing you."
CLIFFHANGER! OMG HAHAH I LOVE MYSELF FOR DOIGN THAT!
Thanks for all the reviews. I love them! And i couldnt' really think of who was going to be carring Padme, so i skipped that.
Lexi