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Rebels 1x15 "I'm hurt"

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Summary: (Unedited) AU of 1x15 of Rebels, Ezra injured more than just a scratch/scar on the cheek.

Kanan watched Ezra fall from the platform strip. The inquisitor turned, a smug look on his pale face. He was proud, proud that he killed a kid, that he killed Kanan's padawan. Anger, one of the most forbidden emotions raised up inside of Kanan. It was his fault, he was the reason Ezra was gone. Deep breath, he couldn't lose control. He couldn't lose control because he had to kill the inquisitor for what he'd done and he couldn't lose himself while doing so. Kanan attacked, fighting with both his lightsaber and Ezra's. While he fought his enemy, the murderer of his padawan and the man who tortured him, Hera, Zeb and Sabine ran to escape.

"Ezra!" Hera yelled over the comms, trying to reach the young jedi. She wanted to get Kanan back, but she also didn't want to lose anyone else, especially Ezra. Now he was the only one not responding and Hera was worried. The entire crew of the Ghost was worried. Ezra and Kanan were the last jedis as far as they knew, but beyond that they were simply family. "Ezra!" Hera shouted for what seemed like the hundredth time. No response.

On a lower platform Ezra came to. He could distantly hear his name and he could tell that it was Hera, she was worried. Lightsabers clashed up above, Ezra could hear them too but he had yet to open his eyes. All he felt was pain and the slick warm liquid that surrounded him. It was blood. His blood. The Inquisitor's lightsaber had gotten him and it was more than a small scratch. "Ezra!" Hera called again and this time Ezra forced himself to open his eyes. And they instantly grew wide. It was his side and his leg. The double sided blade had caught them both. The one good thing about most lightsaber injuries is that they cauterize the wound and prevent most bleeding. Still it doesn't stop the blood completely. The gash in his side was deep and bleeding a little with every breath. His leg, oddly seemed better off, but he knew without a doubt it would never support his weight. Most of the blood had come from a cut on his head, one he'd received when he hit his head. Head lacks bleed the most. Ezra felt dizzy, he was barely sitting up, but he knew his injuries were bad. Even if he made it to the Ghost, he'd need real medical attention. He needed a medical droid and a real facility, something that was too much of a risk to go to. The crew would want to save him but even if they tried to get him to a professional facility, he might die before they'd get there. The outcomes were bleak. Ezra stared at his side and tears welled up as he faced the actual idea of death. He was scared, a little kid again, wondering why it had happened to him. "Ezra! Are you out there?" Hera tried to reach him again and Ezra could tell that she was starting to lose hope.

"I'm here." Ezra said weakly. He felt so drained and now that the truth had begun to set in, his energy was slipping away faster.

"Do you have Kanan? Is he okay?" Hera asked, just happy to hear Ezra's voice. Ezra shook his head slightly, trying to wake himself up more, but he was so tired. Looking up, Ezra saw Kanan fighting. He was fine, much better than Ezra. A small smile momentary crossed Ezra's face, his master was alright.

"Yeah," Ezra responded, forcing his voice to sound normal. "I think he's better than okay." It was true, Kanan had never fought with such flow and strength. Ezra would have made a joke but he knew that he was badly hurt and he had to tell Hera.

"Good, meet us at-"

"Hera," Ezra cut off the mother hen of the crew with a sigh. He tried to sit up more, to get more breath in his lungs but it only made him wince. Hera heard Ezra's sound of pain and she nearly stopped in her tracks. "Kanan is alright, but..." Ezra didn't know how to say it.