Chapter 2: I Will Wait
Me: *walks on screen, looking around* Hello? Zeb? I know you're here! *senses something*
Zeb: *leaps out of shadows, wielding bo-rifle*
Me: *blocks with orange lightsaber with no effort, not even having to pull out other blade*
Zeb: How did you do that?
Me: The Force, remember?
Zeb: Aw Karabast.
Me: *laughs*
Disclaimer: *high fives me* Alright!
Me: Yeah! Now do your job.
Disclaimer: Dragon owns everything!
Me: Disclaimer!
Disclaimer: Fine. Dragon doesn't own anything and all rights go to Disney.
At the rate Kanan was going, he wouldn't have any fingernails left.
"Waiting is hell, huh?" he heard. He looked up to see Ahsoka standing before him. She sat down next to him.
"Yeah. It…it really is," he answered, putting his head in his hands and rubbing his face. It had been nearly a half hour since they'd arrived, and no one had told him anything. The only reason Sabine was in there was because she hadn't given Hera any other choice.
"My master told me that once, after I had been trapped in a contaminated bunker on Naboo. Padme and I, along with some of the clone troopers, were infected with the Blue Shadow Virus, and they couldn't reach us," she said.
Kanan whistled. "That's a story," he said.
"I knew how he felt though," she mused.
"How so?" the other Jedi asked.
"Once, while on a Separatist ship, he saved Aayla Secura and I from an explosion, and nearly got himself killed. At that point, both of us had met with death and lived. And I have died before," she said.
"What!?" he exclaimed.
The Togruta laughed. "That's a story for another day. The point is, I know how you feel," she answered.
Kanan sighed. "Yeah, I guess so," he said.
They looked up at the sound of footsteps. Sabine appeared in the doorway. The two stood up.
"How is he?" he asked worriedly.
She didn't look hopeful.
"Hera said it could go either way, but she didn't seem optimistic. She said…," the teen sighed," she said his chances were slim from the start," she finished sorrowfully.
Kanan bowed his head, closing his eyes and gritting his teeth. He couldn't help but feel this was his fault. Ahsoka turned away, frowning. She just felt so helpless. All these medical supplies, and they might still lose the boy. She turned back to face her.
"I'm sorry. I wish there was something more I could do," she apologized.
"It's not your fault. It's the Empire's," Sabine spat angrily, her voice laced with venom.
Kanan was surprised. He figured the girl would be blaming herself, as he was. After all, Ezra had been shot saving her. He sighed, knowing she was right. There was no way anyone could have saved him in those few seconds, Force sensitive or not.
"She, uh, said you could see him, if you want," she said awkwardly, snapping him back to the present.
He nodded, heading for the med-bay doors. The walk down the hallway felt like twenty miles instead of twenty feet. They opened automatically and the Jedi entered. At the sight of his Padawan, his breath caught in his throat. The child's face was white as a sheet, and a thin sheen of sweat covered his skin. He hadn't been this pale even when he was sick. Had it not been for the beeping of the heart monitor and the dull, clouded Force Signature coming from his friend, Kanan would have thought him dead. Though Hera informed him that the boy was stable, the Force told him otherwise. He could feel his pain, his fear…
And there was absolutely nothing he could do.
A/N
Me: Wow, chapters are getting shorter. I must be slipping.
Zeb: Not with your fighting skills, that's for sure.
Me: We'll see about that when I fight Chiibe and Ezra later.
Zeb: Good luck. That chick is nuts.
Me: Shh! She can hear you!
Zeb: Oh, sorry.
Me: Maybe Kanan will join in on my side. I'll win then. I've got a year of experience on Chiibe since I'm 13.
Zeb: Yeah, suppose so.
Disclaimer: My lightsaber is yellow!
Me: So you're a Temple Guard then…wait, you have a lightsaber?
Disclaimer: Yup!
Me: Okay, let's go. I win, you shut up about Blueberry and Dragon Boy being my senpais.
Discalimer: But…fine. Deal.
Announcer Voice: Will Ezra live? Will Dragon Chick win against Chiibe and Blueberry? Will she defeat Disclaimer and get him to shut up? Will Ezra ever escape Chiibe? Will Dragon ever do her homework? Find out next time on: Blasted Chapter 3: Voices.
Me: The hell was that?
Zeb: I have no idea.
Disclaimer: *shrugs*
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