Gunship
On route to Republic Base
The gunships engine roared with fury as it made its mad dash towards the Republic army base. Between the commotion within and outside the transport, Padmé could barely distinguish one voice from another. Her entire being felt numb and crushed yet featherweight. As if her awareness had suddenly left her ragged, bruised body to hover above the tumult of outcries and pain.
She couldn't cry, shout, or consciously respond to the chaos surrounding her. All she could hear was the confused, faint sound of her own shallow breathing. Her eyesight displaying nothing but an indistinguishable blur…
Padmé was taken aback when a hand gripped her shoulder, shaking her gently. It was a one of the clone troopers, medical no doubt. He was facing her, trying to speak to her… It took a moment for her to concentrate her attention upon the clone's voice, to realize he was close to shouting.
Anakin was shaking, his body producing violent spasms which descended all over him. The medical clone had used a device to prevent further bleeding from his wound, but the hemorrhage had been too severe. Despite her drowsiness, she spied the young Jedi's pale blue lips and bleached skin trickling with cool sweat. According to the medical clone, his pulse was getting perilously fainter and his raspatory rate erratic. The violent spasms were then gradually replaced by a disquieting stillness.
-He needs an emergency blood transfusion, otherwise he won't make it to base! The medical clone said in an urgent grave tone.
She now understood. The clone needed her to serve as an emergency blood donor, the clones being incompatible and Obi Wan's condition making a blood transfer a degenerative risk. Blasted out of her daze, without a moments hesitation she drew her arm out in direction of the clone. She consented to the transfer, how could she not. From the moment she confessed her feelings to Anakin, she had to do everything in her power to preserve his life. Her choice was made. They belonged to one another; one couldn't exist without the other.
Ignoring the painful insertion of the blood transfer device, and the increasing feeling of light-headedness she stared apprehensively at Anakin. After a seemingly agonizing lapse of time, she felt herself relaxing. Relieved as colour came subtly back to his lips, going from a blue tint to a slightly warmer tone. She might not be a force sensitive being, nevertheless, it seemed Padmé's blood was breathing back life into him. However, he remained lying still, unable to acknowledge her presence. I was just as well. The tight embrace she had given him had not gone unnoticed by Obi Wan. Another sign of passionate attachment would confirm any lingering suspicion, with dire consequences for them both.
Then the sensation of floating came back, far more powerful and poignant. She wanted to stay awake, not let him out of her sight... But she was powerless to prevent her vision from darkening and her heavy eyelids from shutting down. Reluctantly she gave in to her swooning body, not before catching a glance from Obi Wan, glaring at her with an intent look…
Authors notes:
Whooo, that took longer to write then I thought! This section is a little shorter than the previous, but I hope readers like it. Padmé is coming out if the rush of adrenaline, her thoughts are confused and her emotions erratic. Anakin isn't out of the water yet, and Obi Wan isn't all too happy with Padmé… The inevitable confrontation between her and Obi Wan will occur very soon…
Let me know what you think of this section and what you think should come next.
Thank You and may the force be with you! Que la force soit avec vous!
PS: I apologize if there are mistakes associated with grammar or language. My mother tongue is French, and I only recently started writing fiction/short stories in English.