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Luke took in as much of a deep breath as he could without aggravating the pain any further. He didn’t dare look down to the steady flow of blood, as he feared sending himself into shock, and Han had already made sure he couldn’t see the wound.
“Hang on, kid,” he said as he tore some gauze, applying more pressure to the wound. Luke bit back a sharp cry. Upon another close inspection of the wound, Han sighed.
“Think we’re gonna need to seal it,” he said reluctantly.
“What?!” Luke asked, admittedly a little frantically.
“Solo is correct,” Luke’s father said. “We need to cauterize it before you lose more blood.” Luke almost felt himself begin to lose consciousness at even the thought of such a procedure away from a proper medical facility, but he knew they didn’t have a choice.
Before Luke knew it, Han was heating the end of a pocket knife with a lighter to the point of a red glow, and Luke again felt himself grow slightly more faint at knowing that would soon be on his skin.
“‘Kay, gonna have pops hold you, kid. Take a deep breath for me.” Luke obeyed, but inhaled a little too quickly, sounding like a gasp.
“You are alright, Luke,” his father tried to soothe, although he could sense panic from him as well. “Solo will finish swiftly.”
“He’s right, gonna hurt like a bitch but gonna be quick. Are you ready?” Luke locked eyes with Han, then looked to his father, then nodded.
“Just get it over with,” Luke said.
“Alright, one, two, three.”
Luke was expecting pain, searing, white hot pain, but he only felt a feeling of tranquility, peaceful emptiness, and a cool leather glove over his forehead- his father blocking his pain.