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Sorry it's been a while I got side tracked with some of my other muses.
Chapter 14
"How is she master?" Anakin asked as Qui-Gon entered the cockpit.
"Obi-Wan is tending to her. Concentrate on your activity."
"This is all my fault… if I hadn't…"
"This is not your fault padawan."
"If only I could do something to help her…"
"You are helping her by flying us safely back to the Temple where trained medics are standing by with a Bacta tank. There is nothing else you can do for her now."
"Tira?" Obi-wan said as he applied more Bacta to her wounds.
Something in her mind stirred, the clouds swirling and her thoughts confused. She knew that voice, but the cooling sensation no longer helped her to identify it. She tried to find the force to help her, tell her what this meant, but it wasn't strong enough. No, she wasn't strong enough.
"Tira, hold on. Please hold on it won't be much longer now."
Longer? Time means nothing here, she thought at the speech. Is this what death feels like? Just being with no sense of time or place?
Obi-Wan sat by her bed and watched her. Her skin pale with a hint of translucence, she needed treatment and fast. Unable to stay with her Obi-Wan left her and went to the lounge.
"How is she?" Qui-Gon asked coming out of the cockpit and closing the door behind him.
"She's fading, I am afraid we may lose her before we reach help."
"I believe Anakin would want to say goodbye to her."
Obi-Wan nodded, "I will take his place."
Obi-Wan made his way to Anakin.
"Master, how is she?"
"She's alive, you may go and see her."
"Is she dying?"
"She has been dying since the attack Anakin."
Anakin regarded the Jedi and saw a flash of sorrow in his eyes. Taking a deep breath he relinquished the controls and made his way to the medical bay. Qui-Gon was in there with her.
"Master."
"Anakin, come in. I was just checking on her."
"How long does she have?"
"Minutes, hours, I cannot say. I will leave you with her."
Anakin nodded and watched him leave. Taking up the stool Obi-Wan had been sitting on, he made his way to Tira's side. Grasping her hand he leaned towards her.
"Tira? It's me Anakin, can you hear me? I just want to say that I'm sorry. This is all my fault, if I had only got my Saber to work. I tormented you and you have given up your life for me. Why did you do that?"
Tira's mind stirred, Wait am I dead already? I can still feel. I am aware of you. Anakin help me. She struggled to open her eyes. Her body not responding to her minds will.
"Help me…" she whispered still in her delirious state.
"Tira?"
"Scared..."
"Tira, hold on, please hold on. It won't be long now. Please don't leave me."
