Rebel Duo

Healing

-Eliza's POV-

"Spector 5 to Ghost," Sabine said over the transmission. I sat with Kanan and Hera in the Ghost. We were on another mission to stop the Empire per usual, but this time, Ezra was going in solo with David. I had to stay on the sidelines with Hera and Kanan for multiple reasons. I leaned forward, listening to the message, worry taking over me.

"Looks like the kids passed the first test," Sabine continued. "They're inside Emperial H.Q."

I sighed in relief; they were okay. Hera responded and turned off the transmission. Kanan sighed and said, "We've been standing by for weeks. I'm sick of this."

"You're not the only one Kanan," I mumbled. "I've been bed ridden since."

He turned towards me and said, "You need your rest after that last mission. You've been pushing yourself so much that it has delayed your proper recovery and so now it's taking twice as long."

I huffed, annoyed with what Kanan was saying. Hera sighed and said, "I know you two are worried about Ezra and David."

Kanan rolled his eyes and said, "I'm not worried about the kid."

I scoffed, receiving a glare from Kanan, who continued, "I'm worried about the operation. What were we thinking, putting him undercover?"

Hera looked at Kanan, an eyebrow raised. "What were 'we' thinking?" she asked, looking skeptical.

"It was your idea, if I recall," I commented. Another glare from Kanen, and he turned his attention back to Hera. "He's just not ready. And if he gets caught-"

"He hasn't gotten caught so far," I commented. "He may not have the most stealth, but David is there to help him." Kanan sighed, leaning back into his seat. "The minute they get that decoder, Zeb yanks them out of there."

"Uh, that's the plan," Hera mentioned, flipping some switches.

"I should've done this mission," Kanan mumbled.

"Yeah, you would've made a great cadet," I said, smirking at the thought. Kanan turned towards me and said, "Don't you have some training to get back too?"

I rolled my eyes and said, "I've been practicing my use with the force since I've been stuck here. Can't I do something else?"

"Not until your healed," Kanan said. "You can hardly make it across this room without breathing heavily."

I huffed and stood up, intending to leave the room. But halfway across, pain exploded across my body and I collapsed to my knees, gasping in pain. Kanan jumped up and placed a hand on my back. "See what I mean?" he said, helping me up. "How do you expect to help anybody when your in that condition?"

"I....got to help," I panted. "I....made a promise."

Kanan's eyes grew wide, and he turned to Hera for support. But Hera was occupied with an incoming transmission from Sabine. Kanan led me out of the room, bringing me towards my room. Once in, he had me sit on the bed. "You really should get some rest," he said, noticing I was still breathing heavily.

"I'm tired of sleeping," I said. "It's all I've been doing."

"Until we can get the proper treatment needed, I don't think you'll be in full strength for a while."

"I know, Kanan. I've been in worse situations."

Kanan sat on the floor in front of me, saying, "Care to talk about it?"

I sighed and lied back on the bunk, trying to make breathing a bit easier. "Ever since my parents were taken by the Empire, I promised myself I would protect Ezra," I started. "I didn't want to lose the only family I had left. He was so young when it happened, and he still suffers from the lose. He doesn't let it show though; says it's a sign of weakness."

I shook my head at the ideology of it. "It's.....not," I said, continuing. "Anyway, I would take up odd jobs here and there to help support Ezra and I. Soon enough, it became too dangerous for me to roam around the city without protection of some sort, and by myself at night."

I pulled what had been left of my staff from under my pillow. I held the two broken pieces in both hands, filling a sense of sadness as I stared at them. "This had been a gift from my parents," I explained. "They gave it to me so that I could practice and it was a way to release my anger out instead of causing trouble with the storm troopers."

"You fought against storm troopers?" Kanan asked, surprised. I nodded, smiling at a memory of throwing rocks at the bucket heads.

"Even at a young age, I rebelled," I said, turning towards Kanan. I smiled and said, "You should've seen the look on my parent's face when they figured out all the trouble I was doing."

Kanan smirked and nodded, only imagining how it was. I looked back up, sighing. "Even after they were taken, I still caused trouble for them. Ezra helped too, when I thought it was safe enough. But again, I had this staff for safety reasons. People had tried to mug me one time after finishing an odd job that had gone late into the night. I had made it out in one piece but I lost the little savings I had earned that day. I was hurt so badly, it took Ezra two weeks to get me back to stable health."

Kanan stared at me, shock written on his face. "How....bad was it?" he asked. I slowly sat up, being mindful of my injury. I lifted the sleeve of my shirt a little, revealing the tip of an old scar on my shoulder.

"I have a scar running across the top of my back, cutting across my neck," I said, tracing the scar. "I barely made it home that night, and had dropped unconscious in the doorway. It sure did give Ezra a fright. Poor thing tried so hard to bring me back from the near death. Luckily, we had friends close by who helped, and I was stable after the second week. But I never fully recovered until a few more weeks later. Only reminder I have now is the scar. It reminds me how not only do I still need to keep living, but I need to constantly be doing something to help Ezra."

"How is that a reminder?!" Kanan asked. "If anything, it should've taught you to heal quicker."

"Because within the time frame of those two weeks, we had run out of food," I explained. "We had run out and Ezra didn't have the necessary skills developed to steal like he does now. He didn't have any of those skills, and so tried to do odd jobs himself. But the pay was so low, and he wasn't the best, that he didn't get enough for the two of us. When he did get food, he would try to feed me. I would tell him no, but he wouldn't take that answer. He would force me to eat by saying that he'll throw it out and not eat it himself if I didn't at least eat a little. The time I had wasted trying to heal nearly costed both of our lives."

Kanan sighed, seeming to get where I was coming from. "I can understand a bit where you're coming from," he started. "But I still think you need more rest. You couldn't have done anything for Ezra then. Even if you tried, you probably would've died in the process."

I flinched at those words, but realized the truth to it. I wasn't good to Ezra if I was dead. Kanan continued, "You definitely wouldn't be good now if you died while trying to do something. You need to learn to trust us. You may be out for a bit, but that doesn't mean we're not going to get through this. Trust us, and know that everything will be okay."

I looked at Kanan, seeing the honesty and truth there. I sighed, closing my eyes and saying, "Okay."

"Good," he said. I opened my eyes to see Kanan getting up from the floor, his knees popping in the process. He stretched a bit before saying, "Now get some rest. We'll let you know if anything happens."

I nodded, and watched as Kanan left the room. I rolled on my side, being careful of my wound. I stared at the two pieces of my staff, sitting next to my pillow. I sighed, and said, "I need a new weapon."

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*I do not own anything except the Original Characters Eliza Bridger and David*