Sorry for the incredibly long wait, but my computer died on me a while back and I didn't have enough money to fix it for a while. Of course I lost most of my stories and stuff in the process. This will be a shorter chapter than I had planned on because of this, but the next chapter will be longer. Sorry again.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
After what seemed like ages, sludge began to drip out of Luke's mouth. Han rolled him on his side and started clearing his airway with his finger.
"Come on kid, spit it out…" Han whispered, trying not to show too much concern and worry the princess. In most cases that he had dealt with, when the person, or alien, began to cough up liquid, they normally made some sign of life. But this was not the case with the kid, he hadn't even really started coughing up the muck. His face was pale and, to Han, he seemed like he was already dead.
"I'm not going to give up on you, so you can't give up on me!" Han growled at Luke, not really caring if Leia knew how much he cared.
"He's still not breathing." Stated Leia, who was accompanied by a low moan coming from Chewie.
"Damn it kid, snap out of it." With that said, Han started slapping his face, hoping the stimulus would arose him. It seemed like it wasn't going to work, when Luke finally coughed, spitting more junk out, and then took in a shallow, raspy breath.
"Thank the stars!" Leia exclaimed, even though she knew he was not out of the woods yet. He had gone a while without oxygen and he still was not awake.
"We need to get him out of here, they will come looking for us at any time." Han said, but made no move to leave. He had begun to take off Luke's armor, which the princess had neglected to do, even though she was told to.
Luke had no idea what was going on. First he felt as though he was slowing going to suffocate to death, then he was swimming in a grey haze, which turned into a black world with no pain or feeling. But that soon changed, he felt like someone was pounding on his chest. Then the most awful feeling he had ever encountered emerged. He was choking again, and he felt the need to throw up or cough, but he was unable to do so. All he wanted to do was clear his throat so he could breathe again, but his body would not allow it. Finally, about when Luke was going to give up trying, he managed to cough a little and inhale some badly needed oxygen.
"Ok princess, Chewie is going to carry him, it will cover our backs." Han said, while helping the Wookie secure Luke on his shoulder. Luke's wet, sandy blonde hair hang over his face, not allowing Han to see his unfocused eyes through tiny slits.
"Let's go then." Leia instructed, taking charge once more. It was really more of a habit, then of actually wanting to dominate the man that had saved her. In fact, she admired him. He had helped Luke rescue her from her cell and then continued to make sure she was still with them, even though he despised her. And, most importantly, he had saved Luke's life, which, for some strange reason, meant more to her than anything.
They had traveled for a couple of minutes, twisting their way down corridors, before Luke make a sound. At first it was just a soft moan, but then it got louder, accompanied by severe coughing.
"Chewie put him down!" Han yelled, which was no use, for the Wookie was already setting Luke on the ground. His violent coughs were causing his body to convulse, which made it hard for Han to get a good hold on him.
"Kid! Calm down. Stop moving!" He demanded, not caring if the whole battle station heard him.
"H'n?" Luke whispered confused.
"Hey kid. How ya' feeling?"
"You…Don…kn'w…"He gasped back, while trying to sit up.
"Take it easy." Han told him, but instead of forcing him back down, he helped him up. Once he was on his feet, Luke leaned almost all his weight on Han, keeping a firm grip on his arm. Just as Han was about to ask if he was ready to go, or needed a few more minutes to get his bearings together, a blaster shot scored the wall a few inches from Luke's head.
"Come on, we have to go! Leia, take him for me. I'll keep them occupied." He yelled, helping Luke to lean on Leia. "Let's go Chewie."
Leia helped Luke walk slowly to cover, hoping that neither one of them would get shot in the process.
"Leia go, I will catch up. I can't let you get hurt because of me slowing you down." Leia was about to protest, when Luke grabbed her and shoved her through a doorway. Just as she landed, she heard blaster fire and a single cry of pain.
"Luke!"
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
I hope that was satisfactory, and thanks to everyone who has reviewed and much thanks to the one who e-mailed me. I had no idea how much you liked this story. Thanks again and as always, May the Force be with you ~Luke Skywalker~