"Han, Han, Han?" Her voice boomed through the darkness and, interrupting Han's dreams, woke him up. At first his vision was blurred and he could not see her, but as she stroked his cheek his vision cleared, and he saw her. Her dark, silky hair, her warm honey eyes, her tan, flawless skin.
"I-Iliana?" He murmered.
"Yes, how do you know who I am?" Iliana smiled. Han tried to smile just a little bit.
"H-how do you know who I am?" Han said, his voice weak and airy.
"You forget that I trained with Luke for months. I know who all of his best friends were." Iliana continued to smile down at Han as she ran her fingers through his messy hair. Han pushed his arms down in an attempt to sit up, but he was too weak. "Ok, relax big guy, let me help you." Iliana reached her arm beneath Han, and it surprisingly didn't hurt. He looked down at his side and saw a clean bandage. His wound no longer hurt, yet he still felt weak.
As Iliana lifted him up he noticed he was laying in a large bed with golden colored sheets and a big golden comforter. There was golden silk draping over the top of the bed . The bed was on the upper level of the cell, which was more like a large loft than a second floor. The floors had cream/while plush carpet that was dotted with golden stitched rugs, and gold and crystal chandeliers hung from the ceiling.
Iliana wore a floor length golden satin nightgown that flowed around her feet as she sat next to Han in the bed. She had a white satin shall draped over her shoulders which made her hair look even darker and her eyes shimmer like the darkest and most beautiful shade of shimmering gold in the galaxy.
"Are you wondering why it doesn't hurt?" Iliana started. "It was badly infected from sand stuck in the wound and a lack of bandage changing. i put a numbing ointment on it so you should not feel the actual wound, but the infection spread pretty badly so your whole body is going to be weak until the whole thing heals, which might take a-" Han raised a shaking finger to Iliana's lips.
"Shhhhh," he said, his eyes fluttering from open to closed.
"What?" Iliana asked, a nervous look passing over her face as if something were wrong.
"The last thing i need to hear right now is a bunch of medical crap that just reminds me about how I hate Leia." Iliana let a small smile pass across her lips but then tried to hide it. It just wasn't the right thing. Iliana felt Han's forehead and reached over to the bedside table where she grabbed a washcloth out of a bowl of cold water, rung it out, and put it on Han's forehead.
"You're burning up Han, you need rest." Han put his hand over the washcloth with the intention of taking it off, but he just rested his hand on top of it. Iliana grabbed Han's hand off of the washcloth and held it in her lap. She fel felt han squeeze her hand. "Han, you need to rest." She loosened her grip on Han's hand, but he held on to hers. "Sleep Han." Iliana waved her hand and all of the lights in the room turned off .
"Just stay," he said as she began to stood up. "Please, j-just stay." Leia sat back down next to Han and helped him settle back down into the bed. As he laid down she pulled the covers up over his shoulders and then, against her best judgement, laid down on top of the covers next to him.