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[3] You Get Injured

Obi-Wan

With every intention to stay with the Jedi, you were shattered when your close friend, Anakin, had decided to go against his teachings and join the Dark Side. Against all odds, you'd met with Chancellor Palpatine, claiming for him to be 'sith scum', and had ended up getting yourself shocked into next week.

You were collapsed into a burning heap on the floor, with hot skin and singed hair. Obi-Wan had sensed your distress and was immediately in the room, having been too late to catch the man who had caused you such pain.

'Darling, are you alright?' Ben asked, kneeling beside you and cradling you as you shook. Whether that be from shock or the aftereffects of the electricity, you weren't sure. You'd found it difficult to take from the shaking, so you just made a noise that could only be described as a whimper. 'Can you get up? Can you walk? We need to get you fixed up,'

Realizing your situation was more sticky than he thought, he'd picked you up and held you tightly against him and carried you through the halls to the medical wing. With every passing moment of your recovery, even during your unconscious state, he'd been there, cradling your hand and kicking himself for not having been there.

Anakin Skywalker

General Grievous had a strong, mechanical grip over your shoulder. You'd attempted to use the Force to weaken his grip but, being only new to the training, you couldn't move it an inch. The grip was strong, and you were already in pain from the burn on your arm from where a blaster shot had just skimmed your flesh. 

'Take her away,' you were shoved forwards. 'Cell 338.'

Your hands were bound behind your back, leaving you near useless when you were shoved into a cold, dim cell. You were tied to a board, which held you upright and readied you for any form of torture they had prepared for you. They didn't even do it for interrogation, they simply did it because they're sick, sick machines.

Each day, another technique appeared. They'd used lazers, sound waves, starvation, but the worst of all was the dunking torture, where you head was held for increasing amounts of time under a tub of murky water.

One day, they'd gone too far and you'd passed out from the lack of oxygen. Of course, you'd given Anakin a great fright, for that was the exact moment he and Ben had arrived to save you. For a terrifying moment, he thought you were dead, but was relieved when you came up, choking for air, the second he applied the smallest amount of pressure to your chest.

Disoriented and fuzzy, you felt your entire body shake when he took you into his arms. 

'Come on, (Y/N). We're getting you out of here,' Anakin said, brushing the wet strands of your hair out of your face. 'And I'll never let you out of my sight again, alright?'

Luke Skywalker

You were stuck in the trash masher, with the walls inching closer with each passing second. Leia and Han were busy grabbing poles to brace the moving walls, but they bent under the pressure and snapped pathetically. 

'Luke?' You called out, frantic as your leg was caught between two pieces of scrap metal. At first, it was just a slight pressure that you'd ignored, but now you were starting to feel the tight contstriction of your blood flow. 'Luke!'

He'd turned around within a second. 'What?'

'I can't get up,' you tried to catch your breath, hand scrabbling to the top of the garbage as you reached for something to hold on to. 'I'm stuck. By the moons, it hurts like hell,'

He reached over, grasping your hand in an attempt to hall you out. Instead of actually getting you out, it'd only shifted you in the sludge of garbage and your leg had been pressed against a sharp corner. You grit your teeth as you felt your skin get pierced open, only for it then to press harshly against your flesh and then move across. 

Suddenly, the walls groaned and came to a halt. You let out a heavy breath, feeling the weakness of your shaky arms as you tried to get out. With the help of Chewbacca, you'd been pulled out and hauled out into the narrow coridoor, where your wound was inspected further.

'It doesn't look too deep, but there's still a lot of blood flow,' Han said as you leaned against Luke for support. Suddenly, Luke reached for his tunic and ripped away a piece for you to use as a makeshift gauze. He was gentle when he knotted it, but it hurt all the same.

'This should stop the bleeding,' he said. 'Are you okay to walk?'

You tested your weight on your leg. Although wincing, you figured you'd be able to make it back to the Millenium Falcon without fainting. 'Yeah. I'm fine,'

Luke squeezed your hand. 'I'll keep you safe,'

With a soft sigh, you limped forwards. 'I know you will.'

Han Solo

The two of you were caught up with a hoard of stormtroopers, who'd all taken an interest to the cargo that appeared on their scanner when you'd flown past their base. Apparently, you were holding some pretty rare machinery parts that they thought would be useful.

Though claiming your innocence, they'd already drawn their blasters on you. Han and yourself had known something like this would happen, and were quick to pull out weapons of your own. Ducking behind the lame cover of the Millenium Falcon ramp, you fired a round of shots before letting your smoking blaster cool off. 

Han saw an opening and raced up the ramp. 'Come on, let's go!'

Taking his word for it, you shot after him and reached for his outstretched hand before stumbling when a sharp pain sliced through your side and blazed over your stomach. Choking back your agonized screams, you scrabbled to your feet and collapsed inside the ship and watched anxiously as the ramp closed shut behind you.

'Aw, hell,' Han muttered, noticing the damage to your side. 'Put some pressure on it. Chewie, get us out of here!'

'Damn bucketheads,' you cursed, keeping a hand clamped firmly over the open wound. 'Han, you better have some firstaid-'

'Trust me, I learned from last time,' he said, reaching for a tub that was locked away in a cabinet. He lifted you into his arms, placing you on the basic bed used for medical emergencies, such as this one. 

'I don't feel so good,' you mumbled, feeling the sweat gather on your brow. Han looked over at you, inspecting your appearance before taking ahold of your shoulders.

'Stay awake for me, alright? We're not that far from Hoth,' Han said. 'Don't black out on me, 'cause-'

Solo didn't get a chance to finish his sentence before your eyes flipped shut and he was left, stitches and gauze in his hand, panicking. Without letting himself think about it too much, he patched you up loosely and took you straight to the medical wing when you reached it back to the Rebel base on Hoth where you receieved proffesional attention.

He'd stayed by your side, and Luke even came by once or twice, but was mostly busy dealing with setting up the place. You woke up after a good few hours, feeling confused when you woke up to a cold atmosphere and an unfamiliar room. Han was quick to react, reaching and squeezing your hand for a source of comfort.

'Hey, you're alright,' he said.

You frowned. 'When is one of us not gonna be caught up in one of these, huh?'

Han looked at the tubes connected to you and let out a soft chuckle. 'I don't know, stunner. Just hang in there, they'll let you out soon enough.'