Here ya go, part two...sorry I just was having writers block, needed the night to think about my next part and how to appoarch it. Hope you like part two
---Chapter 2---
Leia Organa Solo had never run so fast in her life. Running with tears clouding her vision was rather hard, but she needed to get to Luke. She skidded around the corner of the med wing main hall and into one of the side halls. There she saw what she'd feared. The med stood outside waiting for her arrival. The news couldn't be good.
" Counsilor Solo, I presume," the med asked when Leia had reached him.
Leia couldn't speak, so she nodded instead.
" Commander Skywalker is in critical condition," the med began. " he has a chance of survival and it isn't very high."
Leia found her voice. " What happened?"
The medic took her to the room Luke was placed in. He was surrounded by monitors, he had tubes up his nose, in his arms and he was pale, deathly pale. Leia collapsed in shock. She'd never seen her brother this way. He couldn't die? It wasn't fair? He's not supposed to die now!
"He took a blaster bolt in the chest. Thankfully, it missed his vital organs." He said.
Leia realized the scene she was making and stood up. She dried her eyes, nodded slightly and walked over to her brother. He was still, his chest raising and falling, but barely. She took his hand and cried even harder. The medic took this time to leave, he saw Han in the hall.
"Luke, I don't know if you can hear me," she whispered. "but you have to fight this. Don't leave us now, brother. We've been through too much to lose you now."
She looked up when Han came in and rested his hand on her shoulder. Leia caught a glance at one of the monitors. There had been no change in her brother's condition. She felt herself begin to cry again. Han tried to hush her but the tears kept flowing.
"He's going to die, isn't he?" she cried.
"No he won't sweetheart, you know Luke, he's a fighter." Han protesed.
Mara found herself back in her cell again. The last thing she remembered was shooting Skywalker in the chest. She had succeed in her quest. Now that horrible last command would be out of her mind for good. She would sleep easier tonight, even if she was in a cell. Smiling, she lay back on her bed and felt at ease.
To be continued---
---Chapter 2---
Leia Organa Solo had never run so fast in her life. Running with tears clouding her vision was rather hard, but she needed to get to Luke. She skidded around the corner of the med wing main hall and into one of the side halls. There she saw what she'd feared. The med stood outside waiting for her arrival. The news couldn't be good.
" Counsilor Solo, I presume," the med asked when Leia had reached him.
Leia couldn't speak, so she nodded instead.
" Commander Skywalker is in critical condition," the med began. " he has a chance of survival and it isn't very high."
Leia found her voice. " What happened?"
The medic took her to the room Luke was placed in. He was surrounded by monitors, he had tubes up his nose, in his arms and he was pale, deathly pale. Leia collapsed in shock. She'd never seen her brother this way. He couldn't die? It wasn't fair? He's not supposed to die now!
"He took a blaster bolt in the chest. Thankfully, it missed his vital organs." He said.
Leia realized the scene she was making and stood up. She dried her eyes, nodded slightly and walked over to her brother. He was still, his chest raising and falling, but barely. She took his hand and cried even harder. The medic took this time to leave, he saw Han in the hall.
"Luke, I don't know if you can hear me," she whispered. "but you have to fight this. Don't leave us now, brother. We've been through too much to lose you now."
She looked up when Han came in and rested his hand on her shoulder. Leia caught a glance at one of the monitors. There had been no change in her brother's condition. She felt herself begin to cry again. Han tried to hush her but the tears kept flowing.
"He's going to die, isn't he?" she cried.
"No he won't sweetheart, you know Luke, he's a fighter." Han protesed.
Mara found herself back in her cell again. The last thing she remembered was shooting Skywalker in the chest. She had succeed in her quest. Now that horrible last command would be out of her mind for good. She would sleep easier tonight, even if she was in a cell. Smiling, she lay back on her bed and felt at ease.
To be continued---