Hey! As of now, the point of view in the story is changed! It is now 3rd person, instead of 1st person from Oak's view. I still do not own the characters, or the game Star Wars Knights of the Old Republic that this is based on. Read, Review, and Enjoy…and don't hate me for what happens at the end of this!

Bastila fell out of the seat, her eyes rolling back as she gripped her stomach. "Carth," She whispered and he knew what was wrong.

"What happened Bastila?"

"She's falling."

"Metaphorically, or she fell down, because, you know, she falls down a lot and-" Carth was babbling.

"Metaphorically." Bastila gasped. The pain in the middle of her stomach felt like she had been stabbed with a light saber. "She's dying, Carth." Bastila closed her eyes as she lay there.

"No. I have to go help her!" Carth started running from the room, but he ran into Jolee as he tried to get down the ramp. "You!"

"Carth, you need to go help Oak." Jolee was out of breath from the run back to the ship.

"Tell me what happened." Carth pulled out his blaster. "Or else, you old traitor."

"She stabbed Malak in the back, literally, he got her in the stomach, and both are dying, now go!" Jolee pushed Carth in the direction he should be going and Carth took off running.

5 Normal Minutes Later, not Carth Minutes

Carth ran into the huge room and saw the Jedi in their cages. "What the…" His voice ran off as he looking towards the center of the room and saw a huge puddle of blood that looked more like a lake, and two figures lying in it. He ran towards it, kneeling next to one of the figures. "Oak, are you alright?"

She coughed, blood coming out of her mouth. "Do I look alright?" She coughed again as she struggled to speak. Carth pulled her into his arms, cradling her gently.

"It's going to be okay. You're going to be okay." His voice was soft as he spoke to her. "Do you have any med packs?"

She shook her head 'no'. She closed her eyes and started to talk quietly. "Carth, I can't make it. I'm sorry; I've lost too much blood." Her hand limply moved to where his hand was.

"Oak, I will not let you die in my arms."

"Then put me down." She coughed again, this time more violently.

"No, I can't do that Oak, I love you." Her eyes opened again as she searched his face, bringing her hand to it.

"I don't want to die in your arms because I don't want to die, but there is nothing I can do about that. I'm so sorry." Tears silently started to fall from her eyes.

"Oak, please. Can you keep breathing until I can get you back to the ship? We can take care of you there." He brushed at her face, clearing away the tears.

"I'm so sorry." She repeated again.

Carth watched her for a few more seconds, and then gently brought her lips to his. When he pulled away, there was a faint smile on her face.

"Carth, I love you." She whispered slowly before closing her eyes again.

"I'm not letting you die here. This might be painful, but I have to lift you and take you back to the ship." When she didn't reply, he picked up her light saber and put it in his pocket. Carefully, he picked her up, but when he did so, he regretted it, because he finally noticed something.

She wasn't breathing.

Carth carried her back to the ship, holding back tears. He kept telling himself this wasn't happening, but when he got back to the ship, Bastila stood on the ramp waiting for them to get back. When she saw Oak's limp body in Carth's arms and blood dripping from it, she collapsed on the ground in sobs.

I AM SO SORRYYYYYYY! It hurts me to kill Oak, but I thought it would be different. I mean, how many stories do you read where Revan dies? Please don't hate me and there is 1 more chapter that comes after this, the very last 1. The end chapter makes it seem a little happier though.