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Oh and I wanted to preface this by saying that I made a mistake in the last chapter in regards to the color of Kanan's eyes. I said that they were brown instead of blue. I knew that too so it made me feel so dumb when I read it and it dawned on me that I wrote the color in wrong. I was also writing this chapter when I got in bed after work and my job is exhausting. So in this chapter, I will correct that mistake so you hopefully don't get confused.

Hera's POV

I couldn't believe what I was seeing at first. Kanan's handsome eyes were opening and after three hours of worrying, I could finally feel some relief flooding through me that he was going to be okay.

He opened his eyes for a few seconds. I could only assume, as he closed them again, that the light in the room was too bright for him to handle. He gave another deep breath before finally opening them permanently.

"Hey," I said softly trying to get his attention. Kanan surprisingly heard be and turned his head towards me. A slightly confused expression appeared briefly but then dissipated as he recognized my features.

"Hera," He replied sounding very relieved but very hoarse. He tried to get up and take the mask off of his face, but I quickly pushed him back down on the bed and put the mask back over his nose and mouth. A grimace crossed his face as he slowly laid back down complying to my will.

I could see tears forming in those cyan blue eyes of his. The ordeal must have been worse than I could imagine.

The two doctors in the room rushed over and began checking him out. Now that he was awake, they could accurately decipher the extent of his injuries better than they could when he was unconscious. I stepped away to give them more room, not taking my eyes off of Kanan for even one minute.

Once they were finished, I hurried over to his side again.

"Kanan, what did they do to you and Ezra?" I asked as I slowly removed the mask off of his face.

He took several deep yet obviously pained breaths before he began to talk.

"The Inquisitor, Agent Kallus and Governor Tarkin found out about Ezra and they brought him in and tortured him to break me," Kanan explained through a shaky and still hoarse voice, "They would have broken me had it not been for the fact that I really didn't know anything."

I was dumbfounded. To use Ezra against Kanan was a smart move, but it was also a dangerous one too. If they were able to figure out how much Ezra meant to Kanan, what else could they have discovered?

"My physical injuries are insurmountable to the mental torture that both Ezra and I endured while we were there," Kanan then shuddered and began to show the vulnerable side to his personality that he didn't share with anyone, "Hera, I had a dream that the Inquisitor killed Ezra just to get at me. These burns that I have on my body were also present in the dream."

I just sat there and listened to Kanan retell the story of how this Veldar person used some sort of powder to make Ezra hallucinate and how he could feel Ezra's anguish through the force bond the two shared. He regaled the story of how the strong stormtroopers separated the two by force and how Veldar injected Kanan with the force suppressor and the paralytic drugs almost simultaneously. And last but not least, he told me how he was shot in the side at the same location one of the burns were located.

As Kanan finished his tale, I could feel my cheeks begin to burn with anger. What the empire did to my boys was gruesome and downright ugly. I wish that I could get my hands on the ones who did this.

"I should have never let Ezra go meet Vizago on his own," I said softly to the both of us, "If I went with him, you and Ezra would probably be in better shape."

"How is Ezra?" he questioned me.

"He's fine. He just suffers from bruises, a concussion and a broken hand," I said trying to reassure my love.

"Hera," he exclaimed probably taking hint that not all was right with his padawan.

"He is worried for you," I replied, "As I was waiting for you to wake, I was told by one of Fulcrum's troops that he hasn't eaten or slept since we arrived. And from a special friend of your savior, I learned that lack of sleep is not good for someone with a concussion."

Kanan remained silent, with his blue eyes drifting up to the ceiling of the place. The only noise that entered my ears was the steady beeping of the heart monitor attached to Kanan and the sound of his breathing. I was unnerved by his lack of speech when I revealed to him what had been going on with Ezra. I knew Kanan was one to keep his personal thoughts to himself, but even he was being unusually quiet.

"Can you bring him here to see me?" Kanan finally broke the silence, once again locking eyes with me.

"I would love to," I replied standing up getting ready to leave.

"Just to let you know," one of the doctors explained to me, "He is scheduled for a bacta bath here in the next few minutes.

I acknowledged the doctors words and then leaned over and kissed his forehead, being extra careful not to hurt Kanan any further. But I was taken by surprise when Kanan took his hands and placed them on either side of my head. He then kissed my smack on the lips.

I didn't know what to say when we broke this engagement. It took me more by surprise than I think it did him. But when I could finally stop gawking at the gesture, I looked down and saw a small smile plastered on that handsome face of his.

"Don't tell Chopper I did that," he jokingly explained to me.

I truly laughed for the first time since this whole ordeal started. I could finally feel the tears roll as the happiness was finally too much for me to hold in.

It was also good to see Kanan joking around especially after what he went through.

I then leaned and gave him a hug trying to avoid his shoulder at all costs.

"Welcome back Kanan," I said as he returned the gesture however stiff it was.

We let go and stared into each other's eyes for a few seconds before I turned to go and find the padawan Kanan wanted to see.

I know that this is a short chapter, but my week is about to get CRAZY and I wanted to post something before all of the craziness ensued. So I hope that you liked this chapter and can't wait to hear what you guys think.