Thanks for the reviews, Guest, MultiFandomGirl1424, 2Old4This2, and jeanmarie3. :)

jeanmarie3, I like your idea about seeing things from Han's POV, but I probably won't do that with this story, because I gave myself the challenge of sticking with one character's POV for this one.

Well, things were going a little too smoothly for Han & Leia, so ...


Leia had a bad feeling about this. Rounding the corner of the medical ward, she heard Han yelling down the hall. Although the closed door muffled his exact words, Leia thought she caught a swear word or two. A calmer, softer voice, which Leia recognized as Luke's, replied, followed by an unmistakeable Wookiee snarl. As she approached the room, Luke stepped out, closing the door behind him. He looked frazzled.

"Luke? What's going on?" Leia instinctively reached for him, and he fell into her arms. After a firm hug, she released him. He shook his head and stared at the floor.

"I don't know if this was such a good idea." As Luke chewed his lip, Leia waited him out. "They can't do any testing until Han's body clears the traces of painkillers and alcohol already in his system. He's in a lot of pain from the migraine, but he can only be given certain kinds of drugs right now. He had a bad reaction to the first one they tried." Luke gave Leia a wry smile. "He's already dismantled one medical droid. Thankfully, Chewie came over before Han tried to leave and prevented him doing any more damage. Rieekan threatened to chain Han to the bed, but Chewie said he'd stand guard."

"You look exhausted," Leia said, touching his sallow cheek. "Why don't you get some rest?"

Luke shook his head again. "I've got to go on maneuvers with Rogue Squadron."

"Luke, you can't go on a four hour patrol right now!" Leia folded her arms and regarded him sternly. "I'll talk to General Rieekan. He knows you've been over here with Han."

The blond's shoulders slumped. "I know. He said the same thing when he came by. I just wanted - "

" - to get away for awhile?" Leia finished for him. "Go get some sleep first. It sounds like things can't get any worse here." I hope. "I'll stay with Han for now."

Luke gave Leia a genuine smile for the first time during their conversation. "Thanks, Leia." As he walked down the hall, Leia marveled at how well she got along with Luke. Sometimes, it was like she could read his mind. Unlike a certain Corellian ...

Taking a deep breath, she opened the door to Han's room. Chewie looked up from where he was sitting on the floor and gave her a soft whuff in greeting. Even in the dim light, she could tell that Han looked terrible. His face was puffy and swollen, presumably after-effects of the drug reaction, and his lips were twice their usual size. He had a cut over one eye, and Leia found herself wondering how that had happened. Did the medical droid fight back?

Han's eyes were closed. After the story Luke had just shared, Leia knew better than to wake him. She sat in the guest chair and watched him as he slept. Unlike the night on the floor of the refresher, though, this was not Han Solo at rest. His face kept twitching, and every now and then, he'd sigh or moan.

Finally, she couldn't take it anymore and reached out to hold his hand. As his eyes popped open, his entire body jerked upright into a seated position, and he regarded her with wary eyes. "What're you doin' here?" he accused. It was hard for her to understand him, and she wondered if his tongue was swollen as well.

"I came to check on you." She tried the line that had softened his stubbornness before. "I wanted to make sure you were okay."

He laughed mirthlessly. "Do I look okay to you?" Every word was slurred.

"No, but - "

"Just go." He waved her off. "Don' need a babysitter."

"I'm not here to guard you. I want to keep you company."

He shook his head. "Don't want company. Get out." Leia blinked at him and didn't move. "Get out!" he repeated. Chewie growled a warning at him.

"What do I care if the kriffing med droid comes back in here? I'll tear that blinking crink apart, too!" Chewie's warning growl was stronger this time and the Wookiee got into a standing position. "Don't make you do what, you frinking fuzzball?"

Faster than Leia had thought possible, Chewie rushed past her, grabbed Han's wrist, and shackled his arm to the bed. Han lunged at the Wookiee in fury, and Leia barely had time to jump out of the fray. Chewie deftly grabbed Han and held the smaller man at arms length, barely preventing him from unintentionally ripping out the IV line which was connected to his tethered arm.

Han fought and snarled against the furry creature using his free hand. "Take this off me now!"

Chewie shook his head, growled at him, and placed him gently back on the bed.

"I hate you." Han collapsed in place, defeated posture, and cradled his head with his unshackled arm. Chewie howled mournfully. Leia had no idea what to do.