Luke could feel pain, heavy, heavy pain. There was a searing ripple of it every time he tried to take a breath. He was laying on his back, on something soft, he knew that much. Memories of the Wampa attacking brought panic to his brain, causing his eyes to shoot open. Black smudges of nothing was all he could see. He tried to bring his hand up to rub his eyes. Maybe there was something in them? He couldn't move his arm, he was so cold, and something was weighing it down. Scared, Luke began to struggle weakly, trying to free himself from whatever was attacking him. The pressure in his chest began to get heavier, just as hands grabbed his shoulders from behind, trying to stop him from escaping.

"No!" Luke yelled.

Han's head shot up, hearing movement. His eyes traveled to the kid, who was thrashing around, struggling against the blankets wrapped around him as if they were attacking him.

"Luke!" Han cried, alarm setting through him. The kid was hurting himself. Luke's eyes were wide open, he looked terrified.

"Luke!" Han yelled, crawling over and grabbing Luke by his shoulders.

"No!" Luke screamed, then he began to choke. He was coughing, gasping for breath, making small choking noises.

"Breathe kid, breathe!" Han commanded, his voice was panicked, though not as much as Luke was. Luke was fighting, trying desperately to get air into his lungs. He was coughing, and it didn't sound good.

"Breathe kid!" Luke's face, if possible, was growing an even darker shade of blue and purple. Every time the kid tried to take a breath, he would cough and choke. Luke was suffocating himself through panic.

"Luke! Luke listen to me kid. Come on , Listen to me, focus on my voice. Luke. Luke, shhh. Shhhhh, everythings going to be ok. You need to breathe. Easy. It's ok. Breathe Luke. I'm here, you're safe now. Easy kid. Breathe."

Luke managed to take a short breath, then another, and another.

"There you go." Han murmured encouragingly.

"Han?" Luke whispered, coughing.

"Easy kid. I'm right here." Ham murmured, taking Luke's hand into his own while still holding his shoulders.

The kids breathing hitched up again, and he had another coughing fit.

"It's ok kid. Easy there. You're ok." Luke shook his head, wincing from the pain.

"Can't...I-I can't. [cough, cough], I can't [cough], see Han. [cough]." Luke murmured blinking as he tried to rub his eyes.

Han sighed. He knew it. "Kid ya got hypothermia. Like not the regular kind, the bad kind. That's why you can't see." Luke closed his eyes in defeat, tears leaking out of the corner of his eyes.

"Hey kid." Han murmured, gently lowering Luke so his head was on Han's lap.

"You're ok. You're ok. I'm here. I'm not going to let anything happen to ya." Han murmured, taking the blanket and again wrapping it around Luke's shoulders. Exhausted, Luke's eyes closed and he fell into what Han hoped was sleep.