Snowy Misfortune

The End, It Is Not...

Previously:

"Ezra?...Are you okay?"

Now in between the door and the bed Ezra sat on,

Kanan raised his arms midway. Sending a subtle push in the force,

he waited for Ezra to respond.

It didn't take long for a reaction.

In the next moment, Ezra backed up further, kicking away his blankets in the process.

Snarling with the behavior of a skittish cornered animal. He let out a whimper when he nearly slipped off his bed.

"Ezra!" Running forward, Kanan attempted to reach out to prevent the boy from going any further. If he did, he'd pull out his own IV,

and that wouldn't be pleasant for either of them.

Feeling the man advance, Ezra yelped and gave a hissed, picking up objects around him with the force and promptly flinging them in the general direction of the intruder.

So much for stable.

.....

The Inquisitor sighed as he walked about the Imperial Star Destroyer. He walked by the damages with a scowl on his face and anger deep within himself. Blackened walls, flickering lights, blood stains, dents, and left over smoke still billowing through the halls. Around him lower ranking officers began a hard work of cleaning and repairing the ship's interior and have brigades fix the outside. This much damage required a stop on the near-by planet, and this drove the Inquisitor mad.

Feeling a migraine coming on then, he decided to visit his agent in the quiet refuge of the private infirmary.

Entering the white room, the head nurse turned his way with a curt salute and disappeared to tend to other people. Frowning as he looked at the many other injured officers, the Inquisitor stalked to the private rooms in silence.

......

Agent Kallus lay half awake in the med bay covered in rough blankets and sore all over. He was glad for the relief of sound, for the quietness of the room, but within his mind was a storm. His thoughts were filled with regrets, anger, and formations. Thinking on endless ways to recapture the young Jedi apprentice to make up for his utter failure. And just after the memory of the previous battle that sent him here, the Inquisitor walked.

Swiftly entering the room, The Inquisitor closed the door as quietly as he could, wanting not to disturbed the silence. He turned as came to see the sight of his injured agent lying in the standard cott.

The Agent immediately took notice to his presence and tried to sit up in some form of salute in respect, however this action caused pain to shoot up his back. Seeing this, the Inquisitor frowned and pressed the agent back into the bed.

"At ease Kallus. You've served me well this day already. You are my best agent and I expect you to still be the best after you recover. So we don't want to mess that up now do we? Recover and rest."

Kallus remained silent and nodded reluctantly. "I understand. I apologize."

.....

Glasses shattering and metal banging against the walls of the Ghost by the med bay brought the crew out if their drowsy stupor. Reluctantly leaving their food for later, they filed their way towards the commotion.

Hera peeked her head around the door and frowned. Turning back to her crew, "Ezra's acting up. Zeb can you get in here and help Kanan? The rest of you stay here until we call."