It hurt, knowing he was in pain. It made her want to help him, made her want to ease his heartache and assure him that things would be better. She even took a step closer before coming to an abrupt stop.
The baby? Her mind whispered, scarcely able to believe he'd said such a thing. How could he not know? How could he not realize the loss she'd suffered? Or was he truly so cold as to force her to say it outloud?
Her eyes brimming with tears, her tone took on a soft, tired sound as she moved instead to the edge of her bed and sat down upon it. "The baby..." She trailed off, swallowing hard to rid herself of the lump in her throat. Padmé's gaze dropped to her lap, then slowly returned to Vader.
"The baby is gone, Anakin," she all but whispered. A single tear escaped then, sliding soundlessly down her cheek before she calmly wiped it away. Drawing in a deep breath, she exhaled slowly. "The toxin from that bite... there was nothing they could do."