Han/Luke if you squint. Reference to suicide.
Disclaimer: Don't own the boys, just taking 'em out of the box to play with. R&R!
True enough, he shouldn't have walked in early. He should have waited for Luke outside, should have respected his best friend's request --
But all the same. The worry ate him from the inside, having grown in his belly and then crawled up his insides, to just behind his sternum. And then it began to gnaw at his heart, tearing out little chunks of red-pink flesh to feed upon.
It was that baseless, nameless worry that made him come inside the clinic that made him hover outside the ajar door. Not quite entering, not quite. He hadn't been invited in after all, and even smugglers have to have manners.
Never mind the fact that the doctor didn't even know he was there. But Han didn't really care what the doctor thought; the man was an idiot, and his opinion worthless.
Luke knew he was there, of course. But Luke always knew.
He stood there outside the door, the terrible beast of worry and fear writhing in his chest -- but why? Why should he worry? There was no rhyme, no reason, nothing for him to be worried about.
Han could hear Luke approaching the door, mockingly bantering with the doctor -- because his opinion was identical to Han's, when it came to this man. As a Jedi Knight, Luke was required to be neutral in all things, but that did not preclude him having private opinions.
And so his boot heels clicked on the floor, and the music of his voice was playing counterpoint to the harsh gravel falling from the hidden desk covered with prescriptions and flimsiplasts and whatever else worthless junk that doctors cover their desks with to hide the bright, mirror-like surface. But those noises are not enough to wipe out the doctor's next comment, the one that at once confirms and destroys the reasoning behind Han's unreasonable fear:
"Stop drawing embroidery patterns on your arms, Skywalker. I don't have time to be sewing them up anymore."
Luke's reply held something like a sneer and something less than sanity. "Don't worry, Dr. Haxaru. My sister took all my pretty knives away."