Star Wars: Ransom
A human male staggered out of an alley, limping heavily through the large crowd that pushed unconcernedly toward the wide double doors of Coruscant's newest museum. Collapsing against the cold stone face of one of Museum Row's many monoliths, one hand clutching a large, wet stain on his side, the man glanced around nervously before dropping his chin to his chest, gasping and wheezing as his lungs searched for air that his mouth seemed unwilling to take in. The man's head jerked up as though hearing a cry of his name, and, his bright blue eyes suddenly dark with fear and dread, staggered into another narrow strip of space between two anonymous buildings. Not two meters from the entrance to his refuge, the man's strength failed, leaving him to fall, barely conscious, onto the support of a duracrete wall. His already heavy limp growing worse as he struggled to keep moving, the man finally seemed to lose the will to go on. He slid backwards down the side of the alley, cracking his head against the ground in a foul, shallow pool of stagnant water, water that slowly turned to a sickly blackish color from the man's blood.
Half an hour or so later, the black water still lapped up against the man's white blonde hair as the feet of a very worried couple dashed to the man's side, depositing black and brown bits of bile and grime onto his now grayish locks.
Six hours past, and the man could be found tossing and thrashing on a wide bed in First Coruscant Hospital's critical ward, three human adults, three human children, and one large, chestnut Wookiee watching his every movement with pained eyes.
Three more hours, and only a single, red-haired woman, the man's wife, could be found at his bedside, but just as she began to nod away toward sleep, several nurses and a doctor came to administer medication to lower the man's burning fever, and they shooed her away, demanding that she rest and promising that, yes, she could most certainly come back again in the morning. But in as little as four minutes, when they had assured that the man was as comfortable as it was possible for a human to be with a 106 degree fever, the hospital workers, too, went on to visit other patients, and the man was left alone.
The man's name was Luke Skywalker.