Han let himself be a little upset. After all, this was Princess Leia, and it looked like a lot of blood, but she wasn't dead, at least not yet, and if he didn't panic she'd be fine.
"I'm not too good at first aid," he told her.
The Princess grimaced. "No time like the present," she ground out.
He smiled. "I like you, you know that?" he said. "You always make me feel better."
"Are you bleeding to death slowly while your partner waxes sentimental, too?"
"Oh, that was a lot of words, sweetheart. Good for you. See, you're going to be fine."
Princess Leia breathed heavily.
"It's just," Han continued, "most of the violence I'm around results in corpses, you know. Don't have to treat them."
"Fascinating. Hand me the gauze."
Han passed it over. "Figures you'd be different."
"Yes, I didn't die out of spite. Now if you-"
"Want me to hold it?"
"No, I can manage. Bacta and synflesh-"
"I got the hypo ready."
"Not yet. Not yet, Han." She was trying to hit his arm away and failing miserably. "You put me to sleep I'll never get patched."
"Sure you will. I'm hurt, Princess, that you don't recognize my bedside manner."
"It's your bedside manner that worries me."
"Ha, Princess. Wanna know something?"
"That I'll be able to walk in ten minutes, yes." The Princess leaned her head back on the ground. She looked awful pale, Han realized. He picked up his pace.
"You got pretty blood," he told her, trying not to gag at the gauze colored bright red, heavy and cold and wet.
"Of course I do," she sighed. "It's Princess blood."
"Looks nicer than mine, spilled all over the ground like this."
Leia actually lifted her head at him. The synflesh patch was holding beautifully.
"You're saying it's better that I'm wounded instead of you?" she demanded.
Han was squeezing the bacta pouch to warm it up. "Well," he said. "You can't carry me."
"I'd drag you."
He laughed.
"You-" she started to say.
"Me, what?"
"Just- you. I can't think. I hope I don't remember this conversation."
"You probably won't. I'll just go ahead and say it, since it's safe: you're pretty, and I think I love you. Here comes the hypo; don't look. I know you don't like needles."
Han carried the half-asleep Princess to a bunk and laid her gently on the mattress. He took off her boots and felt into her hair, undoing the braids so the pins wouldn't poke her. He went and fetched a blanket from the locker and gave it a sniff, making sure it was clean.
She was alseep.
The readings from the medscan were good. She'd be fine. Han sighed.
Carefully, he tucked the blanket all around her. Then he kissed her on the forehead.
"That's my bedside manner, Princess. Sleep well."