ESB: Visit Luke

You head to the medical bay. The ship is silent other than the steady hum of the hyperdrive - on your way to his room, your steady footsteps easily fill the halls. The man is laying there on the makeshift bed, a woven blanket barely covering half of his figure. He must have removed his jacket sometime in the night - he was shirtless.

You stand there and size up the man and feel pity. He has a black eye and a face decorated with scars and cuts, dried blood crusted in the area between his nose and mouth. His breathing was so shallow and weak - you noticed him trembling as he massaged the tourniquet that covered his right wrist.