College: Han Solo: Head Home

From Create Your Own Story

Han Solo

"We can't keep him here," Leia shouts to the heavens as you barge into the main hallway. The kid's face was bright purple and he shook against your shoulder before you lay him down on the sofa. You side-eye her and begin taking off his boots. "He's been out in that cold for hours. He needs to be at the hospital."

"Easy, Princess," you bite back, never taking the attention off of your friend. "He's fine. A little cold and he seems to have banged up his face a little bit but he will be fine. Don't forget that he's still drunk off his ass and this little party was organized by you. We all lose if we turn him in. Both of your scholarships and my job would be on the line - not to mention my license. He'll be fine."

Leia seems to have cooled down. You take off your friend's boots and take off his jacket. Most of his clothes were utterly soaked and frozen themselves - they'd need to be stripped if you are gonna get him back to health. You strip all the clothes off of him except for the Hanes tighty-whities Luke wore underneath his pants (which you made a mental note to tease him about whenever he gets well).

What do you do?

• "He can sleep in my bed tonight. You go to bed, I'll keep a close eye."
• "I'll take him to his room and you can go to bed, okay, Leia?"
• "Leia, he's fine. Let's get back to what we were doing."