Chapter 3
Star Wars and all its characters are not mine. They belong to George Lucas. His, not mine. Don't sue me.
After a long period of yelling from Anakin and reasoning from the medic team, Anakin was moved out of Padmé's skiff and into the medical center. Padmé watched all of this in near-tears. This was her husband…her husband…the one who had always been so loving, caring, and passionate about everything he did. He had changed, and done a complete about-face. Now he was only passionate about his new power he had achieved from this Darth Sidious.
Did he even love her anymore?
Even before the thought had finished itself Padmé was scolding herself. How could she even think that? Of course he still loved her! He can't completely turn away from me…he couldn't do that. He wouldn't. Not Anakin.
"M'Lady?"
Padmé looked up from her own thoughts to see the young medic she had encountered earlier. "M'Lady are you ready to come inside?" The young woman gazed at her with a concerned look. Padmé nodded and the medic helped her up and out of her ship towards the medical center.
The inside of the small building looked much, much more inviting and comforting than Padmé had thought it would look; she didn't know why. It just looked…safe.
She learned that the young woman medic's name was Myra, and that she would be watching over her for as long as she was here. Myra advised her strongly to stay in her room and rest.
Padmé knew that already of course. That was what she physically felt like doing. But she also felt that she had to be strong for both Anakin and Obi-Wan. She couldn't just lie on a bed and do nothing. She had a duty. Padmé forced herself to think of her child though, and remained lying in her room. Even so, she demanded to receive an update on both her husband's and her friend's conditions as much as she could.
Myra came in again, returning Padmé expectant look with a more weary one. "Well M'Lady…"
"First I would like to hear about Anakin please," she said in her "senator" voice.
"He is doing fine. He got some minor burns on the lower part of his leg ends, but nothing too serious. He goes into surgery tomorrow to get his new mechanical legs attached," she said smiling.
"How is he…emotionally?"
Myra's mouth transformed from a happy smile to a grim line. "He is all right now. We had to sedate him M'Lady. He would not let us treat him. He was…" Myra hesitated. "He was throwing equipment across the room. He was putting the rest of us in danger-"
"Anakin isn't dangerous," Padmé said rather sternly. Myra looked a little taken back, so Padmé apologized. "He's just…he's been through a lot."
Myra nodded in understanding. "I'm sure he has been." She walked closer to Padmé's bedside. "M'Lady-"
"Padmé," Padmé told her. She made a little face and then smiled. "I do get tired of people calling me that all the time."
Myra returned her friendly smile. "Padmé then. From the tests we took when you first came in, we've concluded that you are having only one child. You are having twins."
Padmé was stunned. A happy stunned of course. She was so happily surprised that all she could manage to reply was "I am?"
Myra almost laughed. "Yes. Twins." She finally let herself laugh at Padmé astonished expression. "Is there anything I can get for you Padmé?"
"You haven't told me how Obi-Wan is yet, Myra," Padmé reminded her. Once again, Myra's face didn't look too happy.
"He will live of course, and is doing particularly well for injuries such as his." Myra paused.
"And?"
"He has a major concussion, many of his ribs are cracked along with his arm, and he has bruises all over his body." Myra peered down at her. "What happened?"
Padmé knew in the back of her mind, but it would prove even more that Anakin was indeed dangerous. He's not dangerous, he's not dangerous… But even she could not hold the truth back from herself.
Myra took one look at Padmé's face and knew. "It was Anakin, wasn't it?"
Tears sprang to Padmé's eyes, but she blinked them back. All of them. She had to be strong. She couldn't break down, especially in a time like this. "He's not dangerous," she whispered.
Myra knelt down so that she was eye-level with Padmé. "I hate to say it, but right now, he is. But he doesn't have to be forever. I'm sure that with time and a little de-stressing period, things will work out for him and you."
Padmé nodded. "I do hope they will."