Leia leaves and Lando walks in

It seemed as though Leia hadn’t heard him - or maybe she did and chose to let his plea fall to deaf ears. That would be the least of what he deserved, after sucking all of them into this painful web of lies and traps. Luke looked down to his his stump below, watching the steady wave of bacta trickle into the auto-tourniquet. He could feel the relaxing agents inside the liquid swarm to his head, causing his eyelids to droop and slur before finally crashing downward into intense slumber.

When he awoke next, the action seemed to have dissipated. They were in hyperspace and no longer being chased by Imperial vessels, judging by the steady pace of the Falcon and the comforting hum of the engine. The door opened as he further awoke, that strange yet friendly man that rescued him walked in with a change of clothes on hand. “You’re awake,” he said, his mouth uncurling into a grin. “You’ve been asleep for a good five hours now. The Princess was in here with you all that time, sitting right up on that chair over there until she started dozing off herself. I finally had to tell her to take a break and **** her to sleep, gladly willing to take her place as your guardian angel.”

“I think you’re a little more than that,” Luke joked grinning back.

“You were, uh, in such a bad state when I first found you. Not entirely sure you remember my name. It’s Lando, Lando Calrissian. That old Cloud City used to be mine until this afternoon,” he bitterly responded in a joking manner, shaking his head as he sat down in the chair. “But that is all in the past. I figure I owe it to Han, the Princess, and you to make sure that all of you are taken care of until we get those Imperial creeps off of our backs. Can’t have my good character be besmirched after all the trouble that happened to you all on my home.”

“Thanks for everything but you really don’t need to watch over me.”

“That, Mr. Skywalker, is where you would be wrong. You went through a lot of injuries that we are gonna have to check throughout the next day or so, depending on how long it takes us to meet the rendezvous with your rebel friends,” he set the spare clothes to his side and stood back up. Lando reaches for Luke’s arm and lifted it up so he could take a look at the information reading on the side panel. He started to uncouple the tourniquet to drain the pooling bacta. “Some of it being quite invasive. I figured it would be best if we didn’t have to put the Princess through that. I hope you don’t mind - kriff, I’ve never seen something like this up close.”

“I can’t imagine most people have,” Luke said sadly as he inspected his open stump, grimacing as he stared at the sealed mixture of bone, muscle, and skin. The horror he had endured just a few hours prior seemed so far away - but this was his reminder, his scar he would have to live with. He kept his arm lifted as Lando replaced the canister on the tourniquet and gripped it back onto his forearm. “Thank you, Lando.”

“No problem,” Lando said. “Now comes the other part that is, uh, well, a little more invasive. You got some intense bruising down there earlier and I’m gonna have to check that out. I’m just checking to make sure everything is healing the way it is supposed to - I know that this is a little undignified but I figured you would rather me do this than The Princess.”

Luke nods as he feels the blanket removed from his lap.