Chapter 21: How are supposed to do that?
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It was deathly quiet it in room. The only sounds were the rasping breathing of the still figure laying on the bed and the soft beep, beep that showed that the girl still lived. A very pale Carle and Mecca sat on either side of the bed. One of Teren's hands clasped in their own. They had heard the recording and really didn't care. Their best friend was dying.
Mecca stood suddenly. "I can't do this!" she exclaimed, "I'm going for a walk." With that said she crossed the short distance to the door and was gone.
Carle didn't even have time to react to her leaving. She sighed and gave to spot where Mecca had been sitting mere moments ago a dirty look.
Tears once again clouded her vision as she looked back down at Teren. Her face was deathly pale and her lips were a blue-ish color.
"Oh, Teren, I'm so sorry. I am so sorry." Carle sighed resting her head on the edge of the bed. She knew that she should have something better to say then that but that was the only thing her clouded mind could think of.
Obi-Wan opened the door quietly. He didn't want to disturb Carle or Teren. Though he seriously doubted the he could disturb the latter.
He watched Carle with growing concern. Her head was rested on the edge of Teren's bed. Her shoulders were sacking with silent sobs. It nearly broke Obi-Wan's heart. He had come to care for the annoying Earth Girl.
Silently he walked across the small space that separated the bed from the door. He sat down in the chair Mecca had recently left. Only when he let out a deep sigh did Carle notice he was there.
She looked up at him. Her eyes puffy and red. Her hair was matted to her face. Her checks were red except for where tears had run down them, leaving a pale streak.
"What are we going to do?" she asked. Her voice choked with emotion.
Obi-Wan shook his head. " I have no idea, Carle. But I'm sure we will think of something."
Carle shook her head. Right now she wasn't sure if she could think of anything that might help them. All she could think about was the fact that her best friend lay dieing on the bed in front of her.
"But how will we stop this whole thing from happening and save her life?" Carle asked, sighing.
Obi-Wan looked at her. "What whole thing?" he questioned.
Carefully, Carle took the holo-projector from the bedside table. She handed it to him with a trembling hand.
"Teren recorded this before she was attacked." Carle told him, "Though I don't know how she did it. How could she have known this was going to happen? Is she psychic or something?"
Obi-Wan looked at Carle and activated the 'projector.
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Mecca walked through the halls of the Jedi Temple at a steady pace. Her thoughts wandering away from all that had happened in the short time that she and Carle had been there. Her thoughts even wandered to the up- coming Gymnastics competition. Well, up-coming before she left.
Mecca sighed as her feet led into a beautiful room. Stars shone overhead, and in the distance she could hear the soft rumble of a waterfall. In front of her lay a garden walkway. Off to the sides there were a thousand different types of plants. The path continued around and Mecca found her self-following it. In front of her there was a beautiful fountain and a small bench.
Mecca gasped. This place was beautiful. She couldn't even imagine what could possibly compare to this wonderful garden.
Her eyes filled with tears as she walked to the bench and sank wearily down on it. Her mind was full of so many things it wasn't even funny. She was scared and confused. She had no idea what was gonna happen.
How were they supposed to save this galaxy from this evil person? She couldn't even save her cat from a tree. They were just average teens.
Rest her head in her hands she finally let the tears fall. She had no idea what was gonna happen. She doubted anyone did.
Mecca wasn't aware of the blonde hair assistant watching her from behind a bush. His own mind whirling a million kilometer-an-hour.