A/N: Ok, I worked really hard on the dream sequence of this chapter soI really hope that you enjoy it! More things will begin to become clear in a couple chapters, I promise! Thsi chapter is dedicated to Kathleen for leaving me such a wonderful review! It made me feel all warm and fuzzy inside!

Disclaimer: I own Mical...I don't own anything else.

Chapter 12: Two Voices Molded Into One

He lay there, still and silent. She watched as his chest rose and fell slowly, matching his labored breathing. His blonde hair was no longer its vibrant color, but a lighter shade, and it still had some blood residue left on it. There was a bandage that was wrapped around his forehead, but it did little to stop the massive amount of blood that he'd loss. There was still a circle of blood where the wound was located, which was on his head.

Amira placed her hand against the thin glass. He was so close, and yet, so very far away. She wanted to help him...but she was unable to go near him. The Jedi Healers were worried that any physical contact could give him an infection. She removed her hand from the glass, leaving an imprint on it. She couldn't lose him. Not like this and certainly not here and now. He was too young to die.

Sweat trickled down his brow, signaling an infection had indeed begun to transpire. He moved slightly in his uneasy sleep. His eyes remained closed; Amira wanted nothing more than for them to open. She wanted to see his bright blue eyes shining back at her. She wanted to see that same sweet smile displayed on his lips. She wanted him to wake and hold her in his arms, reassuring her that everything would be all right.

But Mical didn't wake up. He continued to lie there, breathing quietly. Amira also noticed the blood that stained his robe. There was a large gash across his back and the blood had soaked nearly every inch of the light brown robe. She didn't want to keep standing there watching her husband in pain and bleeding, but there was nothing else that she could do. She couldn't leave him; she feared that he would die if she even looked away for a second.

Everything had happened so fast. One minute he was standing there and the next he was stumbling out of the brush, bleeding and struggling for breath. The image remained permanently in her head. She prayed that it would disappear when Mical turned out to be ok. Tears streamed down her cheeks, staining her robe with wet spots. Amira brought her hand up to shield her face so no one would notice the tears spilling down. It was a futile effort, but she did it anyway.

"Mical." She whispered quietly. A part of her hoped that maybe saying his name would make him wake up. "I love you. Please, wake up."

Then there was silence once again in the hallway. Deafening silence that seemingly swallowed Amira's muffled crying. Luckily, no one was around. The Healers had said that they were going to wait a little bit and see what happens. They said that there wasn't anything else that they could do but wait. It was torture watching him writhing in pain in his sleep. Amira wished that she could do something to help the man she loved, but she feared that she would make things worse.

It was her fault in the first place that he had gotten hurt. If only she had been more careful...she should have known that he was on the ship. She should have forced him to go back. If only she had been more strict! Perhaps this had just been an accident. Yet, she knew that it wasn't. Someone had wanted Mical dead. She had no proof to back up her theory other than the fact that he was struck by a lightsaber.

Her hand again went to the window. His breathing was becoming more and more labored. The monitor to his right that showed his heart rate was slowing down. Mical seemed to be dying. No, Mical would not die; he couldn't. There were more things that he needed to do in his life. There were things that Amira wanted to do...with him. She couldn't live without Mical. She needed him as much as he needed her right now.

"Don't worry, Amira. He'll be all right." Amira was so wrapped up in her thoughts that she didn't hear Mira approach.

Amira couldn't speak for a moment. "Of course. It's just a scratch."

Mira patted Amira's shoulders affectionately. "Yeah, well, if it was just a scratch, you wouldn't be here watching him like a mynock."

Amira didn't answer her. She just continued to watch Mical's suffering form.

"Then again, maybe you would be concerned over a scratch." Mira leaned closer. The younger woman could feel Amira's worry radiating off of her. "Promise me you'll get some sleep soon. You look like something a nexu dragged in."

"I can't promise you that," Amira paused," Unless you promise to me that Mical will get through this. I need to hear someone tell me that he's going to be all right."

Mira's smile disappeared. "He is pretty banged up, Amira..." Mira saw how hard Amira was trying to not cry...so she lied, "but yeah. I think he'll be fine."

The two friends stood in silence for a couple of moments before the monitor by Mical started to let off a high pitch alarm. Jedi Healers rushed in, including Jolee Bindo, who had at one time taught Mical a few things about medicine. The alarm continued and Amira watched helplessly as the Healer's began rushing in and out carrying medical supplies and other machines.

"Ma'am, you are going to have to leave." A man said softly, his tone meant business though.

"No! I can't leave him...I won't leave him!" The man grabbed Amira and she sent him flying against an adjacent wall using a Force push.

"Please, Ma'am. You see the man in there; he will die if you don't leave. We can help him but you have to leave." He said, annoyance present in his voice.

Amira was torn. Her mind said to leave, and her heart screamed for her to stay. The man's words echoed in her head. She would leave...to save Mical.

"You have to be ok, Mical. I'll never forgive you if you aren't." Amira said before letting the man escort her elsewhere.

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"Amira! Wake up, Amira! Please wake up!" She awoke to Mission's worried face.

"I...alright already! I'm awake, I'm awake." Amira grumbled, although she was pretty happy that Mission had wakened her from her horrid dream.

"Force, Amira. I didn't think you'd ever wake up. Bad dream?" Mission asked, concern etched in her young face.

"Yeah...it's nothing, though." Mission crossed her arms and gave Amira a look. "What?"

"You were screaming and when I came in, you were tossing and turning uncontrollably. I tried waking you but you just wouldn't wake up and I was starting to get worried." Mission explained. "What was the dream about?"

Amira really did not feel like reiterating the dream to the young blue twi'lek. "It isn't anything that you need concern yourself with."

"That was a great impression of Bastila!" Mission said excitedly. "But really, what was the dream about?"

"Drop it, Mission." Amira said bitterly.

"Fine. I didn't mean to pry, sheeeesh!" Mission said, throwing her arms up in the air. Then she left the room.

They all don't understand. They all think I'm just overreacting. Oh, I can show them overreacting. No...I must remain loyal to the Jedi. Amira caught herself before she began thinking even worse thoughts. The voices now turned into one... her own. Her line of thinking, nowadays, continued down that dark path...with or without her consent. Amira shook her head and sent a vase flying against the wall, using the Force.

They also don't know that one day I'll have the power to destroy them all. I'll even have the power to...bring people back to life. Amira was slightly impressed with the last thought as she lie there and contemplate her next move...

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