ESB: Sit Down with Luke

You decide to sit down the bed next to Luke. He shuffles around in his sleep, twitching erratically, though he seems to inch closer to you as the seconds pass by. His head is a mere fence inches away from your waist, his face contorting in pain. You notice his hair matted down in sweat - perhaps he has a fever or is experiencing a nightmare? You feel bad for the kid.

You brush his bangs out of his face and wipe off the sweat. His breathing suddenly seems to stop.