Prompt: "Come on, breathe, breathe, don't you dare-"
She had planned for every scenario, every possibility, every contingency. Except this one. When Han's body tumbles to the ground, entirely limp and damp with carbonite condensation, she's surprised.
Perfect hibernation. That's what Lando had said, but the man in front of her, the man who Leia has waited months to rescue, looks perfectly dead.
Dropping to the ground herself, she rolls him over, listening for any sign of life. No movement that she can see, no breath that she can hear. Come on, breathe, breathe, don't you dare—
A quick gasp and tears rush to her eyes. He's alive.