Chapter 3: Voices
Disclaimer: Hello? Dragon?
Me: *jumps down on top of him, crossing my blades on either side of his throat* I win!
Disclaimer: What?!
Me: Let's do this. No Blueberry, No Chiibe, just you and me.
Disclaimer: Okay. *activates yellow blade*
Me: *readies own blades, one being orange and underhanded (like Ezra's), and the other being bronze and overhanded (like Ahsoka's)*
Disclaimer: Oh you gotta be kidding me!
Announcer Voice: Last time, on Blasted:
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 the boy was stable, the Force told him otherwise. He could feel his pain, his fear…
And there was absolutely nothing he could do.
Me: The hell was that?
Disclaimer: I still have no idea. Just ignore it.
Announcer Voice: This time, on Blasted:
It was dark, pitch black even. All sound was muffled, and it felt as though he were drowning. Images ran past his eyes.
Finding his Kyber Crystal. Stealing crates from the rebels. Being sick. The first time he saw his mom's face, heard her voice. Using the Force for the first time. Stealing the TIE. Meeting the bounty hunter, Bossk. The day his parents were taken away. The defeat of the Inquisitor. Fighting Vader. Listening to his parents transmit. His speech to Lothal. Meeting Ahsoka. Getting lost in the forest.
It was all so jumbled up. Another thought suddenly occurred to him.
'Am I dying?'
He felt lost, afraid. It hurt. There was nothing but darkness. Voices began to penetrate the silence.
"Heart rate is too slow,"
"Broken collarbone,"
One, however, was louder, much clearer than the others.
"Ezra?"
It was Kanan.
"Kanan, please, help me," he tried. He didn't expect an answer.
So when one did come, his heart skipped a beat.
Kanan ignored the medical droid and Hera as they worked, holding Ezra's hand in his.
"Ezra?" he murmured quietly.
He sighed. Suddenly, a quiet, trembling voice filled his mind, making him jump.
"Kanan, please help me,"
"Ezra, I'm here. You're okay," he assured.
The steady beeping of the heart monitor skipped, then increased ever so slightly. Hera's head snapped up. Despite not being Force-sensitive, she could feel the heavy pressure and energy radiating from the two Jedi. She had the sneaking suspicion that Kanan had something to do with her charge's irregular heartbeat.
"Kanan, what's happening?"
"You were shot, do you remember?"
A pause.
"Yeah. Is everyone okay?"
"Yes,"
Another pause, longer this time.
"Master?"
"Yeah, Ezra?"
"A-am I gonna die?"
Kanan sighed inwardly.
"I don't know kid. I don't know,"
Silence.
"Kanan?"
"What?"
"Thanks,"
"No problem, Padawan,"
Sounds were becoming more and more audible. He could sense his master. Awareness was returning. But with awareness came pain. His chest was on fire, and his whole right arm from his shoulder down felt numb. He began to hear people talking.
"Increased heartbeat,"
"Breathing has quickened,"
"Signs of consciousness,"
"Can you hear me?"
"Ezra?"
Light invaded the darkness, and a white room came into focus around him. His vision blurred and refocused. He squeezed his eyes shut and gritted his teeth. When he opened them again, he found himself staring up into a pair of emerald green spheres.
A/N
Disclaimer: *panting* You did good Dragon.
Me: Victory! So you'll shut up about Ezra and Hiccup being my Senpais?
Disclaimer: Oh fine.
Me: Yas!
Announcer Voice: Will Ezra be alright? Will Disclaimer keep his promise? Find out next time on Blasted Chapter 4: Paralyzed, AKA Title foreshadowing for days.
Me: Okay seriously, who or what IS that?
Announcer Voice: Next time on Blasted:
"Can you do something for me Ezra? Can you move your left arm?" she asked.
Ezra complied, raising it up then balling his hand into a fist. He flexed his fingers and let it fall back onto the bed.
"Now try the right," she instructed.
His finger twitched upwards slightly. Other than that, there was minimal movement. He hissed as pain flared in his shoulder. His face was filled with pure terror.
"Hera, I can't move it," he whispered.
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