I Have A Bad Feeling About This

Chapter 6. A New Friend

Han fired up the engines and took Ahsoka's ship into space while Ahsoka tended to Luke in the makeshift medical bay of her rigger.

Ahsoka furrowed her brow as she removed Luke's upper robes to get a better look at the wound. It was a hideous and pitiful sight to behold.

The charred blast mark had infected Luke's flesh, causing discoloration in the skin around the wound, including an angry bright red and paler, sickly skin here and there.

But, it was nothing Ahsoka could not handle as she took a cool washcloth and began to wipe away the dirt and grime around the wound. She hummed softly to herself as her hands worked with a gentleness unimaginable, never aggravating Luke's injuries as she took another clothe and placed it on the young man's forehead, wiping away feverish sweat.

Han set coordinates for Endor, they had to get back, Leia would be worrying by now and he definitely did not want to worry her anymore than they already had.

The former smuggler then engaged the auto pilot and went to the medbay quickly, worried for his friend.

Han found Ahsoka working over Luke's still form, her hands moving slowly, but expertly as she paused her work to acknowledge Han's presence.

"He will be fine Han. I've begun to clean out the wound." Ahsoka explained as she drew another wash clothe from a bucket of warm water by her side.

Han frowned. "What kind of medical attention is this?" He asked curiously, glancing at Luke's sleeping form every now and then.

"A different method." Ahsoka replied simply, glancing at Luke's face again as Han quieted his inquiries and watched patiently.

Ahsoka suppressed a sigh, remembering when she had been just a little girl, barely old enough to be a padawan and how her master had risked his life to save hers, injuring himself in the process. Anakin's injuries were different from Luke's though, and now Ahsoka was older, wiser, more powerful.

She finished cleaning the wound and the skin around it before placing a hand over the aggravated flesh. Luke stirred slightly under her touch as Ahsoka closed her eyes in concentration.

Her orange hand glowed a bright, white light, as she slowly pressed it against Luke's wound.

Luke stirred again as Han came closer, watched in awe as Ahsoka stayed put for several minutes. Finally though she removed her hand, showing raw red skin, but no hole where the blast had hit Luke.

Han looked at Ahsoka with wide eyes. "How?" He asked in utter awe.

Ahsoka smiled and shrugged. "I have learned much about the Force, including a great power of healing. It isn't fully healed, but the wound won't get infected again." She reported with a reassuring tone.

Han nodded, again deciding not to question the Force and its users. "Thank you." He finally said meekly, not sure what else to say, or how to repay Ahsoka's kindness.

"No need for thanks Captain Solo. I am doing what I am meant to do. Luke will be ready for more common methods of healing when we get back to the rebels on Endor." Ahsoka stated as she stood and covered the young Jedi with a soft blanket.

Han nodded gratefully and sighed as he headed back to the cockpit. "Leia is gonna have my neck."