A Galaxy Of Trouble ((COMPLETE))

7. The Recovery

It has been 5 weeks since Han was shot. He still hasn't shown any signs of improvement. I still cry myself to sleep. I spend hours in Han's room holding his hand. I stared at him hoping for his eyes to open. My soul was crushed. I wore black everyday showing my grief. I showed no emotion. My soul was broken.

I can't live with myself knowing I did this. It's not fair. I suffer from the fact that Han was hurt because of my stupid mistakes. He shouldn't have to pay for what I did.

I do everything so much slower now. When I practice my blaster shots, I miss the target everytime. I used to hit the target's bullseye. Han and I would have competitions on who could get a better score. I would always win and then we would laugh.

Han's laugh. I missed it. Han's smirk. I missed it. Han's brown eyes staring into my blue ones. I cried at the thought. We would sit on the his bed and talk until one of us fell asleep. It was mostly me who fell asleep first. Then he would carry me to my room and lay me on my bed.

I missed every minute of it. I just wish he would wake up. That'd when it happened. I heard a groan coming from where Han was laying. He was awake. His eyes fluttered open. Tears of joy streamed down my cheeks. I ran over and hugged him. I kissed his forehead.

"I love you, Sweetheart" Han said to me.

"I know, Scoundrel." I told him back.

One Week Later

Its was back to a normal morning. I was doing things at my quick speed again. Han and I went back to the blaster shooting ranges and had our competitions. Everything was normal.

Han was back to his sarcastic self and I would fire back my sarcastic insults. The only thing that was wrong was the scar on his chest. The laser that hit him hit the middle of his chest. Whenever he would bump it on something he would yell in pain. That part reminded me of what happened.

Whenever I heard his yell of pain, I would run to my room and cry on the floor. Han immediately quit whatever he was doing and ran to comfort me. He was always there for me.

Chewie and I would play on the holo table and I kept winning. Chewie nearly pulled my arm out of its socket on accident. Then Han stepped in and got his shoulder dislocated but other than that everything was back to normal.

The Next Morning

I woke up to the sound of laser blasts.

"Not again!" I yelled.

I ran towards the cockpit and saw The Dark Ones ship. I knew he would be back. He was determined to find me because I failed my mission. I wasn't going to let him hurt Han again.

This time we were prepared. The Dark One had no idea what was coming.