Chapter 7: Flex
Hello everyone! This is the second to last chapter of Blasted. Now, I know what you're all saying. "Dragon you can't stop this! We love it too much!" Don't worry! A new story is in progress that I think you non-Ezrabine AND Ezrabine shippers will love! There will be no last time on Blasted or any people with me for the last two chapters except Disclaimer.
Disclaimer: Yep! And Dragon owns nothing!
The hallway was long and foreboding. No wonder some people hated hospitals. He remembered almost a year ago, when Ezra had first joined the crew. During their first mission with him, he had cut the palm of his hand on a piece of rebar and had to have stitches. He had made it crystal clear: He did not like hospitals. Or stitches, for that matter. It was then Ezra had told him about the first time he had ever stitched himself up. He had been climbing a building, when he fell ten feet to the ground, slicing his leg open and spraining his wrist. When they scanned Ezra then, they discovered at least four breaks and sprains that never properly healed. But Ezra still stood tall and strong. He had beamed with pride at the bravery his friend had shown in the face of such injuries, having been able to raid an abandoned house for thread, a needle, and a bandage. Finally, the two reached a door. Cam opened it and gestured for Kanan to enter first. He saw a welcoming sight. Ezra lay on a bed, clothed in sweatpants and a t-shirt, as per his request, rather than a traditional hospital gown. He was no longer as ghostly-looking as he had been, his once pale cheeks now flushed pink with a light fever, which for once was a good thing. The doctor brought out a small device and showed it to Kanan.
"It's to test his reflexes. It delivers a small electrical shock, completely harmless," he said.
Hills walked over to the teen and placed the machine by his bedside. Then, he placed the prod on the top of his right hand and pulled the trigger. Kanan watched in silent glee as the glowing line on the machine arched and Ezra's middle and index fingers twitched upward. Then, Cam moved the prod to his wrist and repeated the process. This time, all of his fingers reacted, lifting in the air and bending.
"As you can see, the operation was a complete success, and I'm sure he'll make a full recovery. When he wakes up, have him move that arm a little, but be careful not to rip the stitches. Wouldn't want to undo nearly seventeen hours of work would we?"
Kanan shook his head. "No we would not," he replied with a wide grin. "I gotta go tell the others,"
Hills nodded, Kanan walked briskly out of the room and down the hallway. Zeb looked up when he entered the waiting room. No words were needed. Kanan rushed to Hera, shaking her awake. She looked up at him with tired green eyes.
"What is it?" she yawned.
"Ezra's out of surgery," he replied.
She sat bolt upright.
"Why didn't you tell me sooner?!" she exclaimed, slapping his arm with each word.
"I just found out myself!" he whined, rubbing the now sore limb.
He saw Sabine standing up out of the corner of his eye.
"Come on. I want to show you something,"
*Several Hours Later*
Ezra's eyes fluttered open, though only halfway. He glanced around slowly. Kanan sat by his bed, dozing peacefully. Hera was tending to Sabine and Zeb, handing the former a glass of water, and the latter a plate of food. As the older girl took a sip of her drink, she happened to look up at him. The two locked eyes. He flashed a tired grin at her. Her eyes lit up, and she nudged Hera, who turned to look at her. She nodded towards Ezra. The Twi'lek walked over to him, sitting on a chair next to him.
"Good evening dear," she murmured with a smile.
"Hi Hera," he whispered in reply.
"You scared us half to death, you know that?" she asked, running her hand through his hair.
He nodded. "Sorry," he apologized sheepishly.
"That's alright sweetheart, I forgive you. Can't speak for Chopper though. I think he blew a circuit or something," she teased.
Ezra gulped, making her smile. "Don't worry Ezra, I'm sure he won't shock you," I assured him.
He shook his head. "Trust me Hera, he will. That metal menace will wait 'til my guard is down, then he'll fry me," he joked.
Hera laughed. There was the Ezra they all knew and loved.
Kanan awoke with a start to the sound of laughter. He looked up to see Hera and Ezra giggling about something. He sat straight up. The chair shifted beneath him with a squeak and they looked at him.
"Hi master," the teen said lazily.
Kanan scooted closer. "Hi Padawan. How ya feeling?"
Ezra smiled. "Better," he replied.
The older man smirked. "I should hope so," he said.
The boy's eyes were twinkling.
"Hey Ezra, wiggle your fingers for me," Hera said with a sly grin at the others.
"O-okay," he answered. He complied, flexing his hand and balling his hand into a fist. It was shaky, but it was still a fist. Ezra was beaming.
"My arm, it works again!" he exclaimed excitedly.
"That it does," Zeb said, standing behind Hera.
Kanan reached out and ruffled Ezra's hair. He pushed him away with his left arm, his right being too weak. He glared in faux annoyance, but the smile growing on his face told otherwise. He felt a hand on his leg and saw Sabine standing there, rubbing his shin gently. He threw another grin her way, but instead of hitting him for trying to flirt with her again, she smiled back.
"Guys, can I talk to Ezra? Alone?"
A/N
We are very close to finishing this story. Remember, before you read the next chapter, that it involves you guys doing some work. First, bring up a video of Avicci's Hey Brother. Then, as it plays, read VERY VERY SLOWLY so the song either gets to the second chorus or finishes the first. Dragon, out! ;)
Announcer Voice: Next time, on Blasted:
"I, uh…," he tried to speak, but words just didn't want to work for him.
"You didn't have to. This is all my fault," she said, eyes locked on the floor. Ezra saw tears begin to fall from her lashes.
Announcer Voice: What does Sabine want to talk about? Why is she crying? Find out next time on Blasted: Hey Sister!
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