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SUMMARY - obi-wan is assigned to protect the reader, a senator from essol major, and forms an un-jedi-like attachment to her-one he can only describe as love. but during a senate meeting, an attempt is made on the reader's life, leaving her injured and obi-wan feeling frantic and beyond guilty.
WORD COUNT - ~3.9k
A/N - yes, more obi-wan what of it? lack of capitalization is intentional. gif belongs to mosasaurusrex-blog on tumblr.
WARNING - attempted assassination, description of injury, mentions of blood and sad obi-wan.
one moment he had been admiring you. the confidence with which you spoke kissed his ears lovingly while he longed to touch the little metal flowers your handmaid had braided into your h/c curls as they glittered like distant stars in the dull, led-lit senate chambers. the next, the senate had erupted into a roar of chaos and fleeing senators and you were laying on the ground, unconscious, a hole burned into the shoulder of the beautiful midnight blue dress obi-wan knew was your favorite, and a moon's worth of guilt and accumulating in his heart.
obi-wan's attachment to you had already caused him many a late night as he tried to survive the war his love for you waged in his heart. and now it had caused you a great amount of pain, and possibly your life-the life obi-wan had come to discover that he was incomplete without. he needed you and this was the force's way of punishing him.
in the current entropy of the senate, obi-wan had ignited his lightsaber as he rushed to your side. obi-wan looked around frantically, looking for any sign of who could have done this to you. finding nothing, he sheathed the blue blade of pure light and dropped to his knees, gathering you frantically into the confines of his strong arms. the hole in your dress was clearly made by a blaster, and he noticed the bleeding wound that it had caused was much too close to your heart for obi-wan's liking. the hair that had tumbled down your shoulders was now burned and shortened to just above the wound the blaster had left. pain was written all over your beautiful features, even in your unconscious state. oh darling... who would do this to you?
sheepishly, obi-wan realized you needed medical attention immediately and his dawdling could be costing you time you may not have. obi-wan's soft lips buried themselves in your hair line for a chaste kiss, one of his calloused hands finding purchase amongst those metal flowers that encircled the crown of your head, before he hooked an arm beneath your knees and hoisted you into his arms. adrenaline pushed him faster and harder as he ran in the direction of the medical wing and his strong arms held you fast to obi-wan's neutrally-hued, jedi-robed chest- a motion that he was certain was procured by his overly fond heart.
please, darling, hold on. hold on... for me. please...
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the rest of the afternoon was a blur. all he knew for certain was that you were now in the care of the top medical professionals in the system and that his heart had broken little by little as he had to lay you onto the stark white of the hospital bed, the pain in his heart shaking him to his core as you were taken away into emergency care.
