As their bodies hit into the doors Padme' let out a gasp. Crawling out from behind Kenobi's limp body she slammed her hand down onto the doors opening button.

The door shut up and she leaped through and grabbed the Jedi's hand. Pulling as hard as she could, she managed to bring his upper body through the door. Finally she grabbed his legs and slid them in, quickly hitting the close button.

Gasping for air she rolled Obi-Wan over onto his back, his face was blank and his body still.

Running her hand over his body she found two holes in his tunic around the abdomen. Hurriedly she pulled off his outer robes to reveal his undershirt which was splattered with blood.

"Oh Gods"The wound looked nasty, and his unconscious body flinched as she ran her hand over it.

"HELP! HELP!" Her young voice echoed through the lavishly decorated halls. Eventually reaching the ears of an old guard.

Padme's ears filled with blood, her heart rate accelerated and her hands shook slightly as they applied pressure to the wounds.

"Don't you die on me Kenobi, don't you dare." Eyes filling with tears she heard the quick fall of steps as the guard raced over. The Guard's eyes took in the situation.
"M'Lady, I shall call the medical team immediately." A tanned hand hit a commLink and he signalled a medical team and backup.

Within seconds her shaking blood syained hands were being lifted up and a towel placed about her shoulders.

Meanwhile Kenobi's body was placed onto a hovering gurney, gloved hands took her place applying pressure.

"Ma'am, Ma'am. Your in shock, drink this."

A glass beaker of pale blue liquid was placed between her lips and a warm liquid rolled down her throat. Once it had drained she felt smaller hands lift her off the floor.
"Come M'Lady, you've done all you can." The Senator's mind tiredly recognized the voice as Sabe's as she was guided down the halls.

Knight Kenobi awoke to the crisp clean air of the in-Palace mediBay.

Slowly his aquamarine eyes opened to form a blurry picture of the room. As he tried to sit up a warm hand met his cold chest and he was gently but firmly pushed back down.

"You shouldn't be moving" Murmured a quiet voice. Finally his eyes focused and the smiling face of Senator Padme' Amidala came into clarity.
Now her hand moved, stroking back the scattered hairs from his brow. "How are you feeling?"
Obi-Wan's tongue wetted his dry lips before he replied: "Like I was hit by three blaster bolts" His now moistened lips formed a small grin.

Padme' mirrored his grin, sweeping the last strands of hair from his brow before slapping his shoulder playfully.

"Very funny, Jedi. Suppose you were going to stop that sniper with a smile and a one-liner? Charm the enemy into surrender?"

Now a little more awake Kenobi grinned, "Perhaps, my charms are usually most effective!"

"Not today soldier" She pulled the soft cotton blanket up a little further so that it covered his abdomen. The extra weight bought a sting to his eyes but he smiled it away, "How bad is it?"

Padme' looked him in the eyes wanting to tell him how scared she'd been. How as she applied pressure to his wounds for a terrifying second she'd lost his pulse.
"Not that bad. Bad enough for you to have to stay here overnight for observation. Not bad enough to get away from me I'm afraid."

"I shall have to get myself shot better next time then!" A short giggle sent unwanted tremors to his gut. Making his teeth clench in pain.

"And I shall have none of that Knight Kenobi-"
"Please, Obi-Wan. You didn't sit with your hands in my gut to call me by rank M'Lady."
"Call me Padme' then. And you knew I was …how?"

"Well…Padme'" His Coruscantian accent tested the new informality cautiously, "Unfortunately being force sensitive means even when unconscious I can feel pain, or another's pain."

The accusatory stare hit her again, and for a minute she was dumbfounded. Then her razor-sharp wit kicked back in.

"Of course I was afraid! My oh-so-fabulous Jedi Protector got himself shot, fell on top of me and then-"

Obi-Wan's eyes closed again.

"I am sorry M'Lady."
"Padme'"

"Padme'" The warrior took her hand in his before continuing, "I have failed you. I should have to a more defensive stance, got to your side quicker-"
"And I will definitely have no more of that Obi-Wan Kenobi.I'm gonna have to go sign some papers. But as soon as that's done I'll be back here to check on you alright?"

"It's a date M'La- Padme'. Now let me get some rest." He closed his eyes, trying to clear her conscience for leaving him.

Seeing his eyes close she felt a little less guilty for leaving him. Laying his hand back to his side she exited the room, tgaking a final glance back to check he was alright.