After a hysterical tantrum thrown by Padme in the medical ship, it turned around right before reaching the loading docks, and headed straight back to the bunker. The troopers asked Padme what was the matter, that Obi-Wan was fine was most likely was all ready settled in another ship and taken off the safety. But Padme wouldn't have any of that, she felt her insides toss when she kept getting these feelings deep down inside her heart.

Obi-Wan was hurt.

When the ship finally did arrive at the bunker, Padme stood with the others looking down, she saw that two other ships were docked and a large crowd of a circle around something. She squinted her eyes past the flying dust in the thick heated air, she tried with all her might to make out whatever was going on down there.

When it landed she stumbled while running out and ran past the good number of storm troopers gathered around. She ran as fast as she could before she broke the crowd and stood in the center where Yoda and another trooper where. The trooper was kneeling and had his helmet off, a low gaze stood in his eyes as he looked up at Padme, so hopeless and wasted.

And there was Obi-Wan.

He laid there, her eyes scanned up from his boots, to his tanned robes, to his face that seemed to peaceful now it scared her.

She fell down beside him and gave him a good shake with her trembling hands.

"OBI-WAN GET UP THIS MINUET."

She shook him again, tears running down her face...he wasn't moving.

How could this be? He wasn't hurt that bad, he was just standing here a few moments ago.

Yoda watched her and felt her pain as if it were his own, he watched her as she cried and picked up his head a little and cradled it in her lap, burring her face against his hair as she sobbed. Yoda then gave a slight nod to a few troopers that stood behind her and they slowly moved in behind her.

"Please Senator Amidala..."

Two of them took her gently and attempted to move her away, but she screamed out and started to fight.

"Please, Senator...he's gone."

Gone? No, he isn't dead, he wasn't dead when I left him on the platform less then five minuets ago. It was impossible...fate wouldn't be so cruel.

She tried to fight again but this time a good number pulled her again as she kicked and screamed, they lead her back to the ship where they held her down and stuck her with a needle. She fought with all her might to stay awake, to try and lift herself off the table they laid her on, but more and more she felt as if weights were being piled on to her, and slowly her eyes shut into darkness. Tears were still running down her face.