Do you really think I should keep her alive? I didn't quite get the response I'd hoped for, but oh well. Has everyone just stopped reading it? -Sigh- Oh, and I was reading over the entire thing, and guess what. THERE WERE SO MANY GRAMMAR MISTAKES! What have I done? Oh dear... Well, I guess I need help. This chapter is short, I know, but I'm saving up for something big! It will come in the next chapter.

He stood there hopelessly watching as she was loaded into the back of the ambulance. She was barely breathing, clinging to life on a thread. The sirens atop the roof wailed as the speeder sped in the direction of the hospital. He watched it disappear into the Aldera traffic before heading to find a taxi. He had to be there when she awoke. She had to know he cared.

When Anakin finally got through all the traffic, he ran into the hospital's ICU section. He saw a droid behind a counter and ran up to it.

"Where is Adana?"

"I beg your pardon, but who is Adana?"

"Oh, uh, right." Driods. "Adana Maar. She was brought here by ambulance."

"What was wrong?"

"She was poisoned."

"Oh, yes, no I see. Adana Maar, from Heaven's Gates Apartment Community. Yes, she's 3 doors down that hall. On the left."

"Thank you." He was hardly patient at all. He ran into a healer on the way there, and didn't even pause to say sorry. He didn't care, really. He slid to a stop in front of the door that the droid had showed him. Pausing to smooth down his shirt, he slowly pressed the button on the side. The door slid open, revealing an all white room that contained one bed, a chair, and one unconscious Adana. Her long red hair was unbraided and fell on her shoulders and chest. Her ivory skin seemed even paler than usual.

He pulled the chair up beside the bed and picked up her hand. After planting one tender kiss on the top of it, he set it back on the bed.

"Oh! Hello," came a cheery voice from behind him. He turned his head to face a female healer who had just walked in the room. She had rosy cheeks, blond pinned up hair, and a smile that would melt the heart of a rancor. It held no charm for him, though.

"Hi. What's her condition?" His voice wasn't as cheery and the cheery disposition disappeared instantly.

"She's in critical condition. We've managed to slow the poison down, but it's a form we've never seen before. We are planning a larger dose of anti-poison, but she needs to regain strength first." Good, they can help her.

"Will she wake up?" He wanted to hear her voice again.

"That I do not know. She was in and out of consciousness on the way here, and shortly after, but since we gave her the anti-poison, she's just been laying there." Seeing the look on his face, she was quick to reassure him. "But I'm sure she'll wake up tonight or tomorrow morning. She's quite strong. This poison is deadly to most, but she fought it pretty well on her own."

All she got was a deep sigh from him. He had nothing to say.

"You can stay here all night. I'll add you to the special guest list, that way you'll be able to come and go as you please, even when visiting hours are over."

"Thank you." He was grateful for what she was doing.

"No problem. By the way, my name's Healer Tyrannyce, if you need anything."

"Anakin." She nodded and left the room. Anakin placed his cheek against her hand and fell asleep there.

Short, I know. Don't worry, I promise I shall make up for it in the next chapter. Hehe... Bye!