*** I do not own Star Wars or its characters ***
Includes Din Djarin, Han Solo, Lando Calrissian, Cassian Andor, Poe Dameron, Luke Skywalker, Anakin Skywalker, Obi-Wan Kenobi, Finn, and Kylo Ren/Ben Solo
New characters! Now also featuring Padmé Amid...
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"Y/N!"
My friend Leia's voice rang out across the makeshift hospital.
I turned and saw her with a tall man. His arm was draped over her shoulders and she was supporting much of his weight as he hobbled on one leg. Out of the other, I could spot a knife sticking straight out of his calf.
I gasped and cleared a table for him to sit. While Leia helped him settle down, I prepared my tools. I sterilized them all carefully and made sure to grab plenty of bandages, gauze, and antibacterial formula.
The hospital was small and couldn't hold many people at once. My work station was a fraction of the size it used to be because we had to make room for more injured rebel soldiers.
"What happened?" I asked, organized my things and examining the wound. The knife was small, but the puncture wound was deep and oozing a lot of blood. I looked at Leia, too shy to make eye contact with my very attractive patient.
"This idiot didn't check to make sure the storm trooper was dead before stepping right beside him," Leia answered with an eye roll.
"I shot him. He should have been dead," the man protested. "Besides, how was I supposed to know he was holding a knife?"
"Because I told you he had a knife in his hands!" Leia retorted. She sighed heavily and then looked at me. "Take care of this idiot while I go and find Luke."
I nodded and silently began my work. I couldn't give him any morphine or anything to knock him out. Supplies like that were rare and precious so we saved them for more serious surgeries.
I slowly removed the knife, grateful that it hadn't landed in an artery. The man winced and shifted uncomfortably from the pain.
"You know, you're awful pretty," he said.
I looked up to see he had a charming, but pained smile on his face. I shook my head slightly and poured the antibacterial formula onto the stab wound.
He scrunched you his face and audibly winced from the pain. He stayed silent for a few more minutes until I was started to wrap bandages around the wound.
"Pretty and a smart nurse," he said, smiling once more. "What's your name?"
"Y/N," I answered plainly. "Now hold still and stop flirting."
He gave a slight chuckle. "I'm Han." ~~~ Thank you for reading!
Today's question: Who shot first: Han or Greedo?
I think George Lucas has said Greedo shot first, but I know there's a lot of debate on the subject and two versions of the scene in the films.
