It only took Han a good 25 minutes to set up the tent. He then hurried back to the gutted Tauntan and scooped Luke up into his arms, carrying him into the tent. He laid Luke down on a thermal pad, grabbing the thermal blanket and wrapping Luke up in it. He then turned on the heat lamp, and the regular lamp, breaking out the boxes of emergency equipment. He grabbed a stim-pill, and swallowed it down quickly, wanting to stay awake to watch over Luke.

Stim-pills didn't always work.

Han woke up 30 minutes later. He groaned it hadn't even been 1 hour! It was the Winter months in Hoth now too, meaning the night hours often lasted more than 16 hours, and the snowstorms were hard. Han quietly crawled over to Luke, examining his injuries. His face was torn up, the gashes wide and deep. Any blood that had once been trying to escape was frozen on Luke's face. Han frowned, realizing that the helmet like rebel hat Luke was wearing was digging into the gashes, probably making them more painful even though Luke was unconscious.

With a gentleness that amazed the smuggler, Han slowly pulled the hat off of Luke's head. Luke moaned, twitching in his 'sleep'.

"Sorry buddy." Han murmured, gently brushing Luke's hair out of his face so Han could take a better look at the gashes. Han frowned at what he felt. He put his hand on Luke's forehead. Even with his gloves on, Han could feel the icy chill of the boy's skin.

"I'm no doctor Luke, but I don't like that you're so cold." Luke was laying on the thermal pad and wrapped up in a thermal blanket and only seaming to get colder. An icy feeling of dread pulled at Han's stomach. He hoped Luke didn't have what Han thought he had. Han sighed,

"Kid, you sure do know how to get me into messes."

"Come on buddy. I feel like a crazy person talking to myself like this. Wake up. You're scaring me kid."

Luke didn't respond, but Han could pick up the struggle in his breath.

The icy feeling of fear settled deeper.