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deal with tomorrow when tomorrow hits by wavetakeme for peasina
Fandoms: Star Wars Original Trilogy
19 Oct 2025
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Chewie said it was a basic bathroom, no luxuries. It was equipped with rough towels, and there was a flashbox to clean and dry clothes. Might set them on fire instead, but given Han'd been in carbonite for a year (a year!) he was willing to take that risk. He was willing to sleep in a towel tonight. Hell, he was willing to go to his death tomorrow in a towel. He'd escaped from more than one death breezily naked, and that included the time he'd had a communications mishap with Chewie's elder sister. He'd never sprinted quite so damn fast in his life.
Chewie gathered his stuff to take to the flashbox, which was fine for a moment, right up until when it wasn't, and Han found himself in a shuddering ball of spasm on the ground. The side of his face dug into some little drain thing. He wasn't quite able to breathe. He grunted through the spasm, managed to heave in a breath, swore, then the second spasm hit.