Confrontations At a Lake

Chapter Six – Trouble With The Mind & Heart

Padmé gasped and turned around, almost falling over in her haste, luckily she had just put her shirt down all the way. She struggled to keep her balance, and stood there breathing hard, and glared, trying to see where he was. She knew he was there…the bastard…

Obi-Wan stepped out from the bushes, still laughing a bit.

"Jeez, darling, I expected you to be done by now!"

"YOU BASTARD!" She screamed, her heart racing. She actually picked up a small rock and threw it at him, her face flushed, severely pissed at him.

Obi-Wan ducked to avoid the rock hurdling at his head.

"Hey! Calm down! I didn't see anything!" He cried, cursing her in his head. He watched her as she stood there, breathing hard. She tried to calm herself, the pain in her hip moving down her whole leg, and affecting her whole right side of her body, and she continued to glare at him, as she flexed her hurting fingers.

"I just don't GET YOU." She said vehemently, limping away, towards camp.

"And you never will, so stop trying!" He followed her, just to annoy her again.

"Who said I was trying!" She snapped at him, still limping, a bit faster now, wishing to get away from him, and suddenly remembered her…"problem", and her face flushed, hoping her clothes weren't stained.

"You sure seem to be!" He said, following her a bit slower, not even attempting to keep up, feeling slightly tired.

"And why would you say that?!" She sighed a sad soft sigh.

"Cause you seem interested in knowing why I do and say things!" He tried to figure out why he was becoming tired, but soon ignored it.

"Do you care if I'm interested?" She retorted back, her spirits rising as they arrived at their 'camp'.

"No, I don't! I'd just more prefer that you weren't!"

"Well fine! Then I "won't" be interested! You could go off and die for all I care!" She struggled to get something out of the saddle on the ground, and turned away from him, limping out of view.

"Where are you going!" He asked, wonderingly, watching as she limped farther away.

"No where!" She shouted to him, over her shoulder, still limping away.

Obi-Wan stared after his, raising his eyebrow.

"Ok…" All the sudden he felt cold, though the evening wasn't even chilly as the day before, and he decided to lay down and wait for her to come back. Padmé finally reached a place far away where she felt comfortable away from him, and took care of her "business" concerning her "curse", muttering to herself the whole time. She slowly limped back to camp, which was coming into view, and she saw Obi-Wan laying down. He had laid a blanket underneath himself and overtop, but was still cold, and started to shiver a bit, trying to get some rest. He didn't watch her as she grabbed a blanket. She shivered at the same time and couldn't control the shaky breath that came out of her mouth, and she frowned. plopping herself on the ground, curling up into a ball form. She covered herself with the blanket, about two or three feet away from Obi-Wan, her back to him.

"Night, love." He said simply.

"Night…" She whispered, shivering as she imagined his warm arms around her, and she flexed her right hand fingers, as they continued to hurt. Her whole right side still hurt, and she had no idea why. She sighed and closed her eyes, trying to get some sleep.

"Kinda…cold tonight isn't it?" He asked, his voice jarring her of her peaceful dozing state. She opened her eyes and turned her head so her view was of the sky.

"Yeah, it is. But it's not so bad…"

"Really? Seems colder than last night to me." He shivered a bit again, feeling a wave of sleepiness spread over him.

"Really? That's odd." She shivered and curled in the blanket even more, as she suddenly felt really sleepy. She struggled to keep her eyes open.

"Sorry…" She muttered, her voice kind of muffled, since it was agains the blanket. "I'm real sleepy…" A sudden idea came to her, and she opened her eyes. "Nothings wrong with you, right??"

He laughed forcefully. "Me? There's never anything wrong with me. Why would there be?" He asked, not even considering the possibility.

"You haven't been feeling…odd lately? Feeling differently? Not as great as you usually are?"

"Nope, I'm fine." He yawned and shivered. "Just a bit tired that's all.."

"Oh. Ok, alright. Night." She said that last word softly, as she became sleepy, her eyes shut, her mouth open slightly as she fell asleep, her last thoughts of Obi-Wan's health.

'Night.." He said softly, he still couldn't all asleep, despite his tiredness, and continued to shiver though he should've been warm by now. Just as he was about to fall asleep he heard her snore, and grumbled to self.

"Great. If she keeps this up all night, I'll never get any sleep…"


Obi-Wan hadn't slept all night, and just continued to lay there curled up in a ball, shivering. He waited for morning, and for Padmé to stop snoring. Padmé moved, as she was sleeping, onto her right side, and groaned as a sharp pain from her hip ran up her body, and as the nightmare she was having grew worse. She sat up suddenly, breathing hard, her hip throbbing. She ran a shaky hand through her hair, blinking, trying to get the images from her nightmare out of her head, making sure she really was up. Obi-Wan sighed softly and muttered 'Finally…' to himself.

"Morning." He said louder. Padmé was still blinking; a slightly startled look on her face, but it went away as she looked at him.

"Morning." She croaked that out, wondering why he wasn't up and about already. He pushed the blankets off himself, though he desperately wished he was warm.

"We'd better get going."

She nodded and stood up, gritting her teeth, shivering as her blanket came off, noticing that something was off with him, just like last night, but she couldn't exactly pinpoint what it was, so she watched him closely.

"You ok?" asked she, still watching him.

"What kind of question is that?" He stood up, gritting his teeth, and walked over to the saddles and dug in them for some food.

"It's a simple two worded question. I'm worried about you, and I want to know how you feel. Now, I ask again, are you ok?" She asked, putting emphasis on the last three words, hoping she'd get a proper answer, while following him.

"No, I'll never be ok, and I've never been ok." He threw a biscuit at her, not even caring if she caught it, and shivered, grabbing his own and eating it. Padmé sighed and barely caught the biscuit.

"Well at least you could be a bit more civil in answering my question. What I want to know though is, are you feeling ok physically, besides the whole 'arrow-in-shoulderblade' thing." She didn't really care to eat her biscuit, she watched him instead.

"Hmm..well, my side hurts like hell and so does my arm, which is the only one of my injuries that aren't at least partially your fault." He said, standing up, shoving the rest of his biscuit in his mouth, grabbing the saddle and carrying it over to the horse.

Padmé clenched her jaw and had a sudden strong urge to throw her biscuit at his retreating back in frustration. Instead she held the biscuit, unbeknownst that her hold was getting a bit tight, so part of her biscuit crumpled and fell to the ground.

"Fine. If you don't want my help, then so be it. I truly AM sorry about getting you hurt. It was never my intention." She still stood where he left her, not feeling like moving. She watched as he threw the saddle over the horse, flipping the stirrup so he could tighten the strap.

"I don't need your help."

"You don't have to tell me." She still hadn't moved, nor eaten her biscuit.

"Tell me what? There's nothing TO tell." He said stiffly.

"Nevermind…" She muttered, more to herself than to him, and looked down at her half of a biscuit, frowning slightly.

"Just eat your food and get on the horse." He said simply, as he finished tightening up the saddle, and whistled for Comet, who came trotting out of the forest. Padmé didn't answer and reluctantly ate her food, not hungry in the least.

"Soo..what do you think we need in town? Foodwise." He asked, and was irritated when all she did was shrug.

"Or whatever you can think of." He said, to her silence.

"Well, we don't really need food, that's provided anywhere we go. All we really need are…new clothes…and blankets and anything else that YOU can think of." She wondered why he was asking her this; she thought he would've known what they'd need.

"Blankets? Why? You that cold at night?" He smiled, trying to get her away from the subject of him, and apparently succeeding, at least he thought he was. Padmé looked at him.

"I'm more concerned about getting the blankets for you.." She trailed off.

"Why? I don't need blankets."

"Of COURSE you need blankets! Gods knows how long you're going to pretend I can't see you shivering all the time!" She vented her frustration out on her words, they were bitter. Much to her surprise Obi-Wan became very quiet for a moment, but then he seemed to go back to being himself, while picking up Comet's saddle, he threw it onto his back and said,

"I'm fine. Just cold."

"You're NOT fine and you know it! We are going to get you checked once we get into town." She frowned when he sighed annoyingly at her.

"My main concern is getting YOU to the doctor, not me. I'm FINE. Now let it go." He tightened the saddle and pet Comet for a second, before mounting on the other horse.

"Well I'M fine! I'm not the one who's shivering and trying to get away with it!" She glared at him, wishing he wasn't so stubborn. He rolled his eyes, clearly angry at her, and much to her surprise he kicked his horse into a gallop, riding down the road, he was happy to be getting away from her. He slowly came to a trot, happy to have some distance between him and that annoying woman. Padmé glowered at nothing in particular and limped over to Comet, mounting him painfully, still scowling. She brought Comet to a slow trot, not in the least happy to be meeting up with him. Obi-Wan really didn't want her to catch up to him, but neither did he want her to get lost…somehow, so he reluctantly slowed to a trot. Padmé sighed softly when she saw he was coming into view, and slowly met him, riding next to him, saying nothing.

"You are the most stubborn, prying woman I've ever met, you know that?" Obi-Wan said, breaking the silence.

"I've never actually been told that, but somehow I believe you."

"Good, because it's true."

"Do you actually wish I was different?" She asked.

He shrugged. "You are the way you are, and I can't change you, but I wish you'd leave me be sometimes."

"All I'm sayin' is that I'm worried about you. Is that a problem for you?"

"I've just never had anyone worry about me before." Obi-Wan looked off into the trees, and slightly downward.

She really was surprised, but she made sure not to show it.

"Really? Well. Now you do."

He gave a short laugh. "You actually care, after all the things I've said and done to you? You're crazier than I thought."

"Yes, I do care, and you should know that. It doesn't really matter, what you've said and done, since I know that you don't really mean them, hopefully. I have been told I'm crazy, so I'm not surprised that you had a go in that area." She answered, ruefully.

He shook his head. "You're one of those strange ones. Strange is good though."

"Really…and what do you call yourself then, if I'M strange.."

He looked back at her, sending her a smirk.

"Normal. Completely normal."

She gave him a skeptical look.

"No one is ever normal. But…say what you wish." She suddenly realized she had forgotten about her 'curse', and grimaced as she felt cramps coming on.

"Ahh you know what I mean. And I know I'm probably one of the weird ones to you."

She mentally sent prayer of thanks as she gladly noticed he hadn't seen her grimace, or if he had, was glad he had made no mention towards it, and tried to ignore the cramps and the main in her hip.

"Yess…" She said, slightly out of breath, for reasons only known to her. "You aren't exactly weird, but you aren't exactly 'normal'. Whatever that may be.."

Obi-Wan suddenly randomly changed the subject.

"You're going to have to be the one going into town, alright? The doc lives a bit outside town, I'll show you where he lives so you can meet me there."

Padmé nodded and tried not to move, suppressing a groan as the cramps got worse, she didn't speak, since, well, she didn't trust herself. Much to her surprise he looked over at her.

"What's your problem?"

She clenched her jaw and her nostrils flared, wishing her body wouldn't do this to her.

"Nothing..I'm fine." Was her curt answer.

"I think you said whenever someone says nothing it means something. Just tell me, or I'll be forced to annoy you until you do." He smiled slightly.

For once Padmé damned her own philosophy, how was she to know it would backfire on her like that?

"I'm NOT telling you." She was absolutely mortified at the thought of telling him, she tried not to show it on her face. He raised an eyebrow.

"Ok..jeez, you're acting weird.."

"I'm sorry, but I just can't tell you." She grimaced as another cramp came. "So, please..just don't ask."

"Riight..ok, I'll pretend to notice you're not acting strange and hiding something from me." He shook his head again.

She gasped in pain as suddenly a strong cramp seized her, and tried to cover it up, trying not to squirm in the saddle.

"Thank you." She cursed herself as those words came out too high, she tried to cover the gasp.

"You are one confusing person.." He looked away from her, seeming to end the conversation for a bit, which she was very glad to accept.

She breathed a sigh of relief as the town came up ahead, and Obi-Wan spoke, giving instructions.

"Alright, just follow the path south through town to get to the doctor's house. Comet will be standing outside..just get a shirt that looks like it'll fit me, and a few biscuits or something." He reached around in the saddle to search through the knights bags and pulls out a coin purse, throwing at her. "Pay with that, obviously."

Padmé caught the purse and nodded. She looked at the coin purse, then at him, and then at the village again, trying to keep Comet from prancing around, wincing as the pain in her hip intensified.

"When do you want me to be at the doc's place."

"Ohh, doesn't matter. Whenever you're done, and dismount, you can't take Comet inside the village."

Padmé nods sharply, her face unreadable, and painfully, slowly, dismounts from Comet, trying to land nicely, takes in a deep breath, and nods to him sharply again, walking to the village, sending him a curt wave over her shoulder as she goes. He stared at her as she started to walk away.

"You know…you can take the other horse.." He didn't both to grab Comet's reins, as he knew he'd stay.

"See ya around." She sent him another mocking short wave, still walking.

"Ohh..ok.' He raised an eyebrow. He mounted Comet, grabbed the other horse, and lead him towards the doctor's hut.

Padmé limped into town, trying to appear normal and winced as she saw the townsfolk staring at her. She frowned when she noticed that the women were talking as she walked by, to themselves. Despite having washed herself awhile ago in that river, she still probably looked like crap, from riding all day into town.

Obi-Wan rode to the doc's house, tied the brown horse to a tree, and let Comet roam off into the trees. He knocked lightly on the door and turned the knob, sticking his head into the doorway an inch.

An old, frail man answered the knock, not coming to the door.

"Come in, come in! I was wondering when you would be arriving."

Obi-Wan walked in, and shivered again, like he had been for the past day.

"Hello, I was hoping maybe you could do a favor for me…"

His tried not to squirm as the doctor stared at him for a second.

"You should have taken the arrow out long before you did." He said simply. Obi-Wan sighed.

"I know, there just wasn't time.." He ended the sentence, lamely.

"No matter, sit down, sit down, I can still fix you up." The doctor said, as he walked slowly to the backroom to get whatever he needed. Obi-Wan sat down, his back facing the room, and waited. He gritted his teeth against the sting, and muttered.

"Thanks for the warning.."

The doctor smiled good naturally, and watched as the tonic fizzed on his shoulder.

"Welcome."

Padmé continued to limp into town, ignoring the people, and sighed in relief as she saw a little market come in front of her. She limped into the market, and immediately noticed two men fighting and yelling about something. She tried to avoid them at all costs, and her fingers tightened around the coinpurse in her pocket, to reassure herself that it was still there. Their words reached her ears.

The guy on the left, who was a bigger build, stockier, and had a mustache, shoved his smaller, yet equally muscled companion.

"Hey, if he doesn't come in in the next few days, we're screwed!" He said angrily.

The smaller man shoved him back.

"And what do you want ME to do about it? I can't make him ride into town!"

All this while Padmé had stopped at a nearby stall, trying to appear as if she wasn't listening, but her attentive ears listened carefully, looking down at all the sorts of stuff on the table, her temper flared with aggravation when a woman came by, asking in a shreeky voice if she wanted anything. She hurriedly motioned for the woman to keep her voice down, with a pointed glare.

"You know what Dathan will do to us if we don't bring him in? It'll be OUR heads rolling, not..." The bigger man realized how loud his voice was, and he lowered it a bit. "Kenobi's."

"I don't believe he'd kill Kenobi, but he'd definitely kill us. We need to find him and fast." The smaller man said.

Padmé gave a small gasp, and quickly tried to hide it, and quickly although sneakily took off from where she was standing, and limped as fast as she could to get to the doctor's house, her orders to buy something completely forgotten in her haste to tell Obi-Wan that those men were…looking for him. Her heart raced with fear at that thought.


At the doc's cabin, the doctor continued to dab away the tonic from the wound as gently as possible, but it still caused him to flinch every once in awhile.

"I have another friend coming soon, I was hoping you could fix her up, her hip's been bleeding pretty bad."

"Worry about yourself for now, you've got a cold from the infection, and if you don't rest for a few days it'll get worse." The doctor said, as he finished wiping off the liquid.

Padmé never even bothered to look behind herself as she continued to limp as fast as she could to the doc's house, and breathed a sigh, although haggard, breath of relief, as it came into view. She limped to the door and opened it, the door banging against the wall, and she put her hand on the doorway to support herself, breathing hard.

"Obi-Wan.." She managed to get out, before feeling a sticky/wet substance run down the outside..and inside of her leg, and she noticed her hip was bleeding again. Obi-wan stood up instantly and rushed over to her, looking and sounding slightly frantic.

"What? What happened? Tell me."

She shook her head as if to clear something. "Men…looking..for you..said…something about….Dathan…" She frowned as she tried to talk between breathing.

He managed to piece together her words and started to smile.

"You ran all the way here..for that?"

Padmé was finally getting her breathing to normal, and her heart rate to normal, and she glared at him, wishing she wasn't feeling so weak, her grip on the doorway tightened, although not by much. Instead if shouting at him, she said, in a steely voice.

"What do you mean 'for that'.."

Much to her horror Obi-Wan was almost laughing!

"They've been after me for years. They're all talk, no action. I'm completely fine, you just ran here for nothing, and now…you're bleeding again."

"I don't give a bloody frak if I'm bleeding again!" She let go of the doorway and leaned toward him, trying not to fall over. "I was worried about you!" She poked him in the chest with every word. "Don't you dare laugh at me!" She gave him a final shove backwards, she didn't know whether to scream or cry, or just stand there, and she stopped, as she finally saw an old man behind Obi-Wan, she blinked, completely forgetting about her bleeding hip. Obi-Wan snorted.

"Yes, your royal majesty. Did you get what you were supposed to? You don't look like you have anything with you." He continued on a normal conversation, ignoring her noticing the doctor.

"I --..I completely forgot, on my lovely little haste to get to you.." She finished lamely, she didn't feel like fighting with him.

"Well, lets have my friend here look at you before you go back." Obi-Wan said, gesturing towards the old man. Padmé sighed and limped a little into the cabin, wincing. The doctor watched her, asking gently, "Now what did YOU do?"

"Er…" She flinched." I…didn't duck in time…" She flushed with embarrassment, hating how that sounded. Behind her Obi-Wan shook his head, almost in a disappointed way.

"Ahh, I see, I see." The doctor said, before leaving to go into his back room.

Obi-Wan figured the doctor couldn't hear them, so he carefully asked something that had been on his mind ever since she'd burst in here.

"You honestly were that concerned about my life that much to run all the way here?"

Padmé blinked slowly, and looked over at him.

"What, did you think I wouldn't be?" She was becoming slightly nervous as to what the doc was gonna to do her, but she didn't voice her worries to Kenobi. "And by the way, I didn't RUN. I CAN'T. I LIMPED as fast as I could, which is pretty damn fast, if you ask me." She shrugged half heartedly, a small tight smile on her face at the image of her limping as fast as she could appeared in her mind. Obi-Wan crossed his arms, and continued to ignore the still present sting from his wounds, and her technicality call.

"From some of the comments we've made to each other, I'm surprised you haven't murdered me in my sleep.

"I almost did." She looked sharply at him, saying all this in a serious voice, but inside she was chuckling at her words. "But I stopped myself, since I figured I would need your help sometime or another and then after that was finished, I vowed I'd kill you later." She paused for, dare she think, a dramatic effect. "Better keep a sharp watchout, you never really can fully trust anyone, no matter how much you think you know them."

Obi-Wan smirked.

"Seems that you've picked up some of my virtues. And once this is all over I'll watch my back for you and your spoon."

Padmé couldn't help but let out a small laugh, which she really hadn't intended, at the mention of her spoon. Obi-Wan continued to smirk at seeing her laugh for once. She saw him smirking, and tried to not lean on her injured side.

"Do you ever smile?"

He shrugged. "Nothing been worth smiling for lately. Life's pretty smileless for me."

"Smileless…" She muttered that word to herself, frowning, all the while wondering where the hell that doctor had disappeared to. She saw a chair over in the corner and limped around Obi-Wan, her hip still bleeding, and set herself gingerly in the chair, letting out a breath as she did. Obi-Wan shrugged, his smirk long gone.

"So, tell me what Dathan's goons said."

She wracked her brain, trying to remember. "They were talking about bringing you in, and that if they didn't, they were the ones who'd be killed, or something like that…"

Obi-Wan shrugged again.

"His loss, not mine. Thought I've never heard that Dathan wants me as bad as killing his own if they fail.

"Maybe he's becoming desperate, and when someone is desperate, they take desperate measures, so I'm suspecting he'll stop at nothing until he gets you, so, I wouldn't be to softy and goody goody Kenobi. You better lay off the candy…" She trailed off, her eyebrow raised, having fun in teasing him, putting sarcasm on the words 'softy' and 'goody goody' and 'candy'.

Obi-Wan continued to smirk, a bit closer to an actual smile than before.

"I'm not soft, and definitely not good. You should know that by now."

After a lot of searching, the doctor finally came back with the proper medicines.

"Found it." He said simply, opening the bottle. "Take off your bandage."

"Erm, alright.." She took off the bandage, with just a bit of difficulty.

The doctor saw that he wasn't going to be able to get to the wound still.

"And your pants please." He added, waiting patiently.

Padmé's eyes widened in shock at those words, and she avoided looking over at Obi-Wan.

"I, ah…what?!" She blushed a deep red, that she knew Obi-Wan had probably never seen, she only blushed like this when she was really embarrassed. Finally, she gave in, and her eyes frantically moved between the Doctor and Obi-Wan, her face still a flamed.

"Is there, ah…a…a..more private place?...in which, we can…do this?" She hated stuttering, and mentally cursed herself.

"Ohh, come on Padmé, you don't have anything I haven't seen before." He was still smiling between attempting to keep his laughter in, surprisingly succeeding. The doctor looked over at him.

"Maybe you should go outside, so she'll more comfortable."

Padmé glared at Obi-Wan as if to say 'please, get out of here!', and sent the Doctor a very grateful look. "Surely there isn't another room, where..this..can be done?" She asked that slowly, looking around the cabin, but if they hadn't been looking at her, they would've never known she was.

Obi-Wan sighed. "If both of you insist…" He walked out, rolling his eyes.

The doctor looked at her, waiting patiently. She blinked, as if suddenly coming out of a daydream, or vision, and stared at the Doctor, for a second, before blushing again.

"Oh…" She took her pants off, wishing this wasn't so embarrassing.

"Don't be embarrassed dear, it could be much worse." He said, as he bent down and started to apply the medicine to her hip. She winced at the sting, gritting her teeth.

"How so?" She asked, trying to get her mind off of whatever he was doing.

"Well, it could be in another area, now that would be embarrassing, wouldn't it?

"Yes, yes it would.." She answered, staring at the ceiling, wincing again, and she cursed herself as her thoughts moved to how Obi-Wan was doing. "How long will this take?" She asked hurridly, her eyes not moving from the ceiling.

"Ohh, not long." Came the answer, as he continued to work. "So, how did you come to find Obi-Wan?"

"We met at a lake, near my home."

"Ohh? And?"

She shrugged. "I thought he was the most infuriating person I'd ever met, and I still do."

The doctor smiled. "Ohh, he may act that way, but that's his way of showing he cares about you."

Padmé nearly gave herself whiplash as she moved her eyes from the ceiling to the doctor's face.

"What?!" Her voice squeaked. "Now why would you say such a thing as that!" She was glad that her voice was back to normal. "He doesn't care for me, why would he?"

The doctor chuckled softly and continued working. "He's a complicated man. He may seem completely unreadable, but you can't seem to stay away from him."

"What do you mean by that?" She asked sharply.

"I only mean that you've stuck with him this far, so you must see something worth staying around for."

Padmé frowned deeply at that, digesting what he had said, saying nothing. There was a pause. She was still frowning.

"I suppose what you say is true, but what I'd like to know, is, what makes me stay.." She says that last part softly, more to herself than to the doctor, continuing to contemplate, her heart thudding. Why am I staying with him? After all, I had almost gotten killed…

"You will think I'm wrong now, but I am an old man, and I've already experienced many of the things you have or are about to. You love him, or are falling in love with him." The doctor said, as he finished up with the medicine, dabbing off the excess liquid.

She blushed as she listened to the doctor's worse, and was actually speechless. suddenly feeling lightheaded with the thought of actually being in love with..Obi-Wan, of all people, or maybe it was the pain from her wound..

"H-how..why do you say such things?" She asked softly, her voice was back.

"Because that is the way it is." He answered simply. Padmé was frustrated with the way he answered.

"But that makes no sense! Not everything is the way it is, or should be, so what makes you say such things! I need a good answer!" She stood still, slightly shocked to hear her voice had gotten a bit too loud, and she frowned. "I am sorry..I spoke out of turn, forgive me.."

"No need to be forgiven. It's frightening to be in love for the first time. One day you will see it for yourself, but make sure it's not too late and you've lost your chance." He stood up, and left to go get a bandage.


Obi-Wan had had his ear pressed to the wall the entire time, and was now smiling.


Padmé tried not to panic, as his words circled in her mind, around and around, and willed herself to be calm. She started when the doctor walked back in, and wrapped a strip of white cloth around her leg.

"Thank you." She said softly, looking him. He smiled.

"You are welcome. Just follow your heart. I have a feeling your adventures aren't going to be so happy-go-lucky anymore."

She nodded, and looked at the door, frowning as she wondered what he meant by that.

"Alright, you're all done." He suddenly remembered something. "Ohh," He pulled a small bottle of pills and put it in her hand. "Something to ease a few of your..womanly problems..that a man like Obi-Wan wouldn't understand." He smiled at her and called towards the door. "Obi-Wan, you can come back in now."

She stared down at the bottle of pills in her hand, blinking, and wrapped her fingers around it before Obi-Wan arrived.

Obi-Wan waited a few seconds to make it look like he had to walk a bit to get to the door, then walked in.

"Finally." He said, standing there.

She looked at him briefly, before limping stiffly over to another chair on the other side of the room, and sat down, wincing. It felt weird with that white cloth tied tightly around her leg, and her fingers tightened around the bottle, grateful for them.

"I don't have anything left to give you to help. But if you want to heal faster and prevent more infection than take it easy and try not to move your shoulder too much. I would give you a sling, but I know you'd reject it." The doctor said, watching him.

Padmé ignored them, staring unseeingly out the window, her thoughts swirling.

Obi-Wan seemed to be thinking. "Actually, doc…I'd appreciate a sling."

The doctor turned around, surprised. "Really? Well then..here." And with that, he handed Obi-Wan a piece of cloth tied together at the ends.

"Thanks." Obi-Wan turned to Padmé. "Hey, you going to and get the stuff we need, or sit around and think all day?"

She turned her head slowly to him.

"I'd prefer to sit around and think all day, what about you?" She added that last part snarkily, and mentally slapped herself. Why was she acting like this! Be normal! BE NORMAL. Her mind screamed at her.

Obi-Wan crossed his arms. "So you'd like me to stand around in no shirt all day then? And you'd also enjoy starving? Alright, I'll remember that for future reference."

"I never said anything about you not putting your shirt on, as for food, I'm currently not hungry at the moment, but you go ahead and stuff your face."

He rolled his eyes. "Stop being such a bitch about everything."

She sighed softly. "Just go do whatever you feel like, I don't care, and I'll do whatever I feel like."

"You don't understand that sometimes you don't get to do what you want, do you?"

"What makes you say that?" She asked, crossing her arms, acutely aware that they were fighting in front of the doc.

"Because life isn't all fun and games. Plus, it'd be easier for you to just do it instead of arguing with me. You'll never win."

"What makes you think I think life is just fun and games?" She asked sharply, anger in her veins, the image of her dead mother in her mind.

"Cause you won't do something simple just because it's slightly boring."

"You barely know me! How dare you make such accusations!" Her eyes flashed angrily, never once moving from her position in the chair, though. She needed to calm herself.

All that while, the doctor stood there, watching the fight.

"I don't have to know you, you're all the same." Obi-Wan answered, his face unreadable, his eyes glinting with something she couldn't identify.

She felt like crying and yelling all at the same time, and felt like storming out, but...where would she go? She had no where to run, so she just sat there, taking all what he had said, and tried to disengage herself from her emotions, trying to not let that one sentence hurt her as much as it did. She said nothing, and went back to staring at the wall, fighting her emotions.

Obi-Wan rolled his eyes. "You are impossible. No wonder why you turn all your suitors down, you're saving them a lot of pain and annoyance." And with that, he turned and walked out.


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