Leia coughed and grimaced at the sudden fiery pain in her chest.

3 days. Stuck in bed for 3 DAYS. I'm a leader of the Alliance, a Princess. People depend on me and I haven't been able to leave my room for 3 days! I wonder if the Emperor ever gets the flu.

Leia imagined the Emperor lying in bed, a thermometer dangling from his lips and a water bottle clutched to his chest. She couldn't help but smile at the absurd image. Han came out of her kitchen, holding a mug and smiled back at her.

"That's the first time I've seen you smile since you got sick," he remarked, "Care to share the source of your amusement?"

Leia answered by moaning and motioning for the mug. He sat next to her on the bed and gave it to her.

"It won't taste amazing but it should help with your throat," Han explained. Leia slowly took a sip. She immediately made a face and coughed a little.

"Is there alcohol in it?" she asked, incredulously. Han shrugged. Leia's eyes narrowed even further.

"It helps," he insisted. Leia sighed and continued drinking. The taste wasn't amazing, but the warm and thick liquid coated her throat, reducing the pain. After a few more sips, it no longer hurt to swallow. Leia looked at Han and smiled tightly to show that the drink was in fact helping.

"Are you hungry yet? You haven't eaten for awhile," he asked.

"If I didn't know better, I'd say that you sound worried."

Han shifted, looking at something other than her. "Hey, I just don't want to face the wrath of Luke," Han said, "I told him I'd check on you."

Leia raised an eyebrow and gave a very unconvinced "Right."

Han suddenly seemed to find the wall very interesting. "So, your voice sounds a little more normal. The drink helped then?"

Leia nodded and asked, "What was in it?"

"It's a secret recipe," Han answered with an impish grin. Rolling her eyes, Leia tried to sit up in the bed. Han's hands were on her back in a second, helping her move. He shifted the pillow behind her to give her more support. Leia eyed him curiously. He was so close that she could smell his cologne.

"So, are you hungry? I could bring you something from the falcon. I guarantee it will be better than any of the substances they're passing off as food in the cafeteria," Han said.

Leia shook her head and explained, "I'm not that hungry. The thought of eating makes me feel nauseous."

"Okay, well, I'm going to go cook up dinner for myself and I'll bring a plate over to put in your fridge for when your appetite returns."

"Han-" Leia started to protest, but stopped when she noticed that Han had that stubborn look on his face. Otherwise known as his everyday look.

"I'll bring some more of my miracle cure for your throat."

"Han-"

"And some pain relief tablets, too. They should help you sleep."

"Han," Leia said, insistent this time.

"What?" he said, clearly expecting to be reprimanded.

"Thank you."

Han looked surprised for a second, and then quickly hid it. "It's nothing," he said, dismissively, "I'll see you later."

He hurried out of her cabin.

Leia chuckled when he was gone. Her face was flushed- not entirely due to the flu.

Some mercenary you are, Han Solo.