Star Wars Sickfics

Grief and sickness don't mix!

Requested by beatlegirl9. Some sick Luke. Spoilers from Star Wars: A New Hope. As long as you have watched through to the end of this movie, then you are all set. 

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Luke sat at the gaming table on the Millennium Falcon, aimlessly tracing the edges of the game board. After fighting off the sentry ships, he had returned to the table, feeling a bit off. 

Leia returned to his side, wondering why he was suddenly unhappy again. "You shouldn't be blaming yourself." she said kindly, sitting beside him. 

"I know, but if I hadn't have come here, he wouldn't have died." Luke said guiltily. 

"Obi-Wan made his own decisions, kid." Han said firmly, earning a glare from Leia. "What?! It's true, the old man could have chosen not to come." he added, with a shrug.

"You could be a bit more understanding." Leia pointed out angrily. She stood up abruptly, rocking Luke's seat slightly. 

Luke groaned softly, resting his head on the table, relieved that it was cooler than his skin.

"The kid needs to grow up and understand that this happens." Han snapped back, resting his hands on his belt. 

"Excuse me, he is still young." Leia argued, crossing her arms over her chest. 

Chewbacca walked over, sitting down across from Luke with a soft sound. He saw the kid flinch, tilting his head in surprise. 

Luke grabbed the blanket off the floor, pulling it tightly around his shoulders with a shudder. "Guys?" he asked softly, resting his head back down on the table. 

Han rolled his eyes. "He is no younger than you are, and you're a Princess!" he snapped. 

"I was raised to be a princess. He wasn't raised that way at all." Leia snapped back. 

Luke groaned softly, squeezing his eyes shut in discomfort. 

Chewie made a louder sound, attempting to get Han and Leia's attention. 

"Don't start with me, Chewie!" Han growled, glaring at his copilot and friend. 

Chewie yelled back, earning another groan from a very pale Luke. 

Leia looked at Chewie, before looking down at Luke in concern. "Han, something is wrong." she said, immediately moving to the kid's side.

"Oh really?!" Han demanded, throwing his hands up in disgust. 

Chewie yelled at Han again, drawing the man's attention to the kid. 

"Kid?" Han asked immediately, motioning to Chewie to run and grab something. 

The wookie got up quickly, retreating deep into the Falcon. 

Luke groaned softly, moving his arms up on the table to muffle coughs. "I feel a bit weird." he admitted, coughing into his arms.

Leia touched Luke's forehead lightly, frowning as she felt heat radiating from the young man's skin. "You feel a bit feverish. When did you start feeling off?" she asked gently. 

Luke shuddered, leaning away from her hand. "Your hand is cold..." he stammered, through chattering teeth.  

"Oops, I'm sorry." Leia said gently, looking at Han in concern. 

"I bet the garbage water made him feel weird." Han said thoughtfully, before looking around for Chewie. 

Luke whimpered, nodded his agreement. "I think you're right." he said, looking exhausted and sickly. He wrapped one of his arms around his stomach, coughing into his other arm. 

"Oh please tell me, you didn't swallow some of that water." Leia said, shaking her head at the thought. 

"I was choking, what do you expect?!" Luke asked incredulously. He bit back another groan, before suddenly gagging up some of the water onto the table. 

"Ah man, come on!" Han's exclaimed in shock. "Chewie!! I need a bucket, like last week." he yelled.

"Sorry," Luke said, gagging again unproductively. "I'm not trying to." he said, as suddenly more water came up on the table. 

"Geez, kid, can't you stop?" Han asked, with a grimace. He didn't want his ship smelling of garbage and vomit. 

Chewie ran back into the room, tossing the bucket to Hans, before retreating back to where he had been. 

Han caught the bucket, handing it to Leia, who shoved it in front of Luke's mouth. "Try to get all that water out of your system..." He said finally, not loving the fact that the kid was so sick and on his Falcon. 

"Best to get it out, than keep it in." Leia agreed gently, sitting down beside Luke and rubbing his back. "How long until we can get to the Rebels? He needs a bacta tank." She said urgently to Han. 

"A few hours, maybe less. You watch over the kid, I'll get us there." Han said, quickly retreating back to the cockpit. He immediately got the ship through into hyper-drive, relieved that it would be another hour or so until they arrived. He just hoped the kid would be okay until then. 

Luke lurched forward, gagging hard before intensely vomiting into the bucket. "Oh god...." he groaned, vomiting back to back. 

"It's okay, you'll be okay." Leia said nervously, not liking how harshly he was getting sick. 

 Luke whimpered, resting the bucket on the table so he could wrap his arms around his stomach tightly. "My stomach hurts..." he gasped, shuddering hard as the waves of pain washed over him. 

"Try to breathe through it." Leia said calmly, trying desperately to hide how freaked out she really was. "Han, I think the water poisoned him!" she called loudly, praying she was wrong. 

"Give us about an hour." Han yelled back, coaxing the hyper-drive to go a bit faster. 

Leia guided Luke to lay down on the bench beside the table. "Try to rest, the bucket is right here if you are going to be sick." she said gently. 

Luke curled into a tight ball on the bench, turning his head to the side. No sooner did he do that, more water poured from his mouth into the bucket. 

Leia sighed softly, rubbing his back gently. "It's okay, Luke, you're okay." she repeated over and over again. 

Luke kept gagging up small amounts of water, coughing harshly after each round. "Leia?" he stammered, his voice sounding scared. 

Leia looked down at him, to see blood on his lips. "Oh no! Han, he's bringing up blood." she yelled frantically. 

Han froze, her words echoing in his head. He sighed in relief, as they pulled out of hyper-space into the rebel alliance's planet's outer atmosphere. "We're almost there... Keep him calm!" he yelled back, answering the hail from the planet.

Luke brought up more blood, crying out softly in pain. "Please make it stop," he pleaded. 

"It's okay, try to breathe slowly." Leia encouraged, feeling the ship starting to descend to the surface. 

As soon as the ship landing, Han came running into the room and to the opening ramp. He led the med droid to Luke's side, praying that the bacta tank would heal the kid. 

"He will be perfectly fine." The droid said, slipping a mask over Luke's face, causing the kid to fall asleep almost immediately. 

"Are you sure?" Leia asked in concern. 

"Oh yes, a couple days in a bacta tank, and he will be better." The droid explained, helping Han move Luke to a stretcher. 

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Two days later, Luke was good to go and just in time to help fight against the Death Star. 

I hope this story was good. I had to do a bit of researching, so I apologize if there are errors. 

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