This does have a couple curses, but one of them you might find amusing. Let's just say I have nicknamed our friend (not!) Vartoc.
Beware of blood.
Summary: When Ezra treats an injured pilot, he realizes what his calling is.
It all started with the sound of a scream.
Ezra heard it from the ramp where he was meditating and instantly dashed towards the source.
He was horrified by the sight. A pilot, human male and around his early twenties, was handcuffed to a post. Vartoc was whipping this poor man and leaving bloody gashes across his bare back.
Ezra never trusted Vartoc. He disliked him the moment he insulted Kanan, but this incident turned dislike into loathe. He couldn't stand the sound of the man's screams nor did he like the sound of the whip.
So he did something reckless, dangerous, and borderline plain stupid, especially when dealing with someone who wanted to have him executed a month ago.
He interfered.
"STOP!"
Right as Vartoc brought the whip back to once again strike the pilot, Ezra got in between the whip and the post. Ezra knew Vartoc would have no qualms hitting him, but it was better than letting the pilot suffer any longer. Searing hot pain accompanied the sensation of ripping skin as the whip wrapped around his arm and tore his jumpsuit. Blood began dripping down his stinging arm.
A second later, Ezra heard a click, followed by a smack. Instantly, he felt white-hot pain across his face. His head shot sideways. The world spun violently and he saw stars fly across his vision as the ground fell from underneath him. Ezra felt a bruise form on his face. He looked up to see Vartoc looking down on him, blaster in hand. Ezra then realized that Vartoc had smacked him across the face with his blaster hilt. Ezra spat out some blood as he gripped his face with one hand and his arm with the other. Almost instantly, a bruise began forming.
"This is a routine disciplinary action Bridger," Vartoc snapped. "Stand aside."
"You call beating a man to death discipline?" Ezra spat. "What did he do?"
"He disobeyed orders!"
"How?"
"It's none of your concern! Now stand aside or I will hit you again."
Ezra glared at the General. "Go right on ahead."
Vartoc scowled and pointed the blaster at Ezra's head. A squeeze of the trigger would blow his head off.
"Hey!" Vartoc looked up. Ezra did the same and saw Kanan and Hera storming towards the scene of the crime. "What the hell is going on here?"
"He interfered with a disciplinary action!" Vartoc snapped.
"Since when was beating a man to death discipline?" Hera retorted, her rage causing her accent to surface slightly. "General, with all due respect, you're out of line. I could easily report this to Organa and have you court-martialed again. What did this man do to deserve this?"
"This man had orders to report directly to me, but he continued to report to Sato instead."
"Because he doesn't trust you!" Ezra snapped, clutching his bruised face. "No one does. Why would anyone trust someone like y-"
Vartoc's foot collided with the bruise on Ezra's face. His now swollen face protested to the harsh movement.
Kanan was at Ezra's side immediately, pulling him to his feet. "Let it go. You've punished this man more than enough. If you wanted to execute this pilot, you could have done it by firing squad. We're trying to fight the Empire, not become it. Let it go and we will too."
Vartoc growled. "Fine. Get them both out of my sight. I better not see either of them in my medbay. Treat the traitors somewhere else." He stormed away without another word.
Kanan turned to Ezra. "Can you walk?"
Ezra nodded and stood. A few seconds later, Zeb was there to carry the man into the Ghost.
Upon reaching the Ghost's medbay, Hera began to treat the man.
"Hera, can I help?" Ezra asked.
Hera's comlink went off, signaling that she was needed elsewhere. "Blast..." she muttered. "Ezra, you're going to have to. Make sure you get some ice on that though."
Ezra nodded. He did research on this before. He just needed to remember that. The man moaned in pain. Ezra laid a reassuring hand on his head. "Don't worry. I'll get some numbing agents and sedative. You allergic?" The man shook his head and Ezra made for the cabinets.
Ezra fumbled through the cabinets until he found what he needed. He injected the sedative into the man's neck and he instantly fell asleep. Ezra then injected the agent to numb the area. The man was so bloody...
Ezra shook off the thought. He did this before when tending to Kanan's eyes after Malachor. He could do this.
"You need help?" Sabine called as she rushed in.
Ezra shook his head. "I'm fine."
"You need ice."
"After I'm finished."
Sabine nodded. "Let me know if you need help.
"You could get some spare bandages just in case."
Sabine left instantly, doing what Ezra had asked. As she went to get the bandages, she was amazed. Where had Ezra learned this?
Dry blood made Ezra's arm feel sticky as he worked. It wasn't very sanitary bleeding everywhere, so Ezra had quickly bandaged his wound before getting to work, stripping away the man's shirt and helmet, rearranging torn skin, and cleaning the wounds. The door for slid open and Kanan walked in. "You're doing this?"
"Yeah," Ezra replied as he got the bandages Sabine brought him ready.
"Do you need help?"
"Everyone's asking me that today."
"Well, this is your first time treating something like this. How did you know what to do?"
"Research," Ezra replied.
Kanan nodded and stepped back to watch.
Once the shredded skin was put back where it belonged Ezra took a deep breath. This was his first attempt at doing something like this, and he wasn't sure if it would work, but it was worth a shot. He closed his eyes and hovered his hands over the man's bloody back.
"Ezra?" Kanan asked, seemingly sensing what Ezra was about to do. Ezra shushed him and began to concentrate. He focused, picturing the man's wounds mending. When he opened his eyes a few minutes later, the wound looked a lot better. Ezra breathed a sigh of relief and collapsed into the chair.
"It worked."
"Wait," Kanan breathed. "You healed him...with the Force?"
"It isn't a complete fix, but I managed to stop the bleeding," Ezra replied as he began to apply bacta.
"But you healed him."
"A little."
To say Kanan was mind blown was an understatement.
A few hours later, the man's wounds were bandaged up. Ezra was sitting in the medbay checking up on him, holding an ice pack to his face. At Hera's insistence, his wound was properly taken care of.
The man opened his eyes with a groan and tried to roll over.
"Easy," Ezra said. "You're pretty beat up. Vartoc sure knows how to use a whip."
"I don't understand why he did it..." the man murmured, still out of it.
"Neither do I," Ezra replied. "As far as Hera's concerned, you did nothing wrong. What is your name?"
"R-Razore. K-Kyle Razore... Did...did you treat me?"
"I did what I could. You'll be okay. I was just trying to save your life."
"T-thank you..." Razore closed his eyes as he went back under.
Ezra sat there gaping. "Thank you? Why is he thanking me? If I hadn't gotten Ahsoka killed, Vartoc wouldn't have showed up and this wouldn't have happened..."
Suddenly, it dawned on Ezra. He realized what he needed to do.
"You what?"
Ezra was standing in front of Kanan and Hera in the common room, holding ice to his bruised face. Sabine was in the wooden chair, shock on her face. Zeb was standing in the doorway looking just as shocked.
"I'll still do Jedi training when we start that again, and I'll still do missions, but I want to be able to help people as best I can even though I know I'm not one hundred percent yet. Helping that man helped me realize that. I want to train as a medic."
Kanan and Hera exchanged a look. "I don't know how to heal people with the Force," Kanan began, "but I'm pretty sure there are lessons on my holocron."
"And I'm sure if I spoke to the right people," Hera added, "I can get a medic to train you."
"And General Jackass won't suspect a thing," Kanan finished with a grin.
This fits into my headcanon that Ezra will eventually learn to be a healer and double as a medic. And do you like my nickname for Vartoc?