Take Me Home

Chapter 27: Staying Strong

I got SUPER bored and decided to write another chapter!!! The girls in the video above literally had my jaw dropped the whole time I was watching. They are amazing singers!!! Now let's get the chapter going! Enjoy!!!!

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Hera's P.O.V

   My eyes filled with tears at the information that was said. My baby boy has to have his arm cut off! What more can this poor boy go through? The nurse apologized for what had to be done and walked off to somewhere else. I sat down with tears rolling down my cheeks. "It's alright, everything will be ok," Kanan said holding me in his arms. I needed the comfort, Kanan was the best source for it. "Thank you," I whispered and calming down. "How about you go and get Ezra some things that he might need," Kanan said. I nodded and went on my mission to get Ezra's things.

Kanan's P.O.V

   After I told Hera what to do, I went to go ask a doctor how long it would take for the operation. "It will take about an hour and a half," the doctor said. I nodded and went back to my seat. This was going to take a while. Me worrying about was going to feel even longer.

*a half an hour later*

Ezra's P.O.V

   I woke up and see white. 'Let me guess, I'm in the hospital again,' I thought and focused my vision. I heard the heart monitor beeping and an I.V. Stuck into my arm. For some reason, I felt pain in my other arm but didn't have the strength to lift the blanket and find out. So I just laid there and waited for someone to come in.

   A nurse came in and saw that I was awake. She smiled and asked politely, "hey, how are you? Does anything hurt?". "My left arm," I said with a raspy tone. "It is going to be like that for a while. I'll get you some pills to help ease the pain," she said and left the room.

   She came back with a glass of water and pills. The nurse brought the things o over and helped me sit up and take the medicine. After I took the pills, I laid back down. "I am going to go get your family," she said and left again. A couple of minutes later, mom and dad came into the room with the biggest smiles. I smiled back while they grabbed a chair and sat down next to my bed. "Are you feeling ok?" Mom asked with worry. I nodded my head, "yeah, but there is a pain in my left arm. The nurse gave me some medicine to stop the pain though," I replied.

   "Are you really sure you are ok?" Dad asked now. I gave a confused look and said yes again, "why wouldn't I be?". They gave each other a worried glance then back at me. "They didn't tell you, did they," dad said sadly. I was really confused and a little worried too. What didn't they tell me? What happened? Is there something wrong with me? Am I going to die?! I was freaking out and my parents were calming me down. "W-what happened?" I asked scared.

   "Ezra, the doctors had to amputate your arm," mom said sadly. Amputate? What does amputate mean? Mom continued, "the doctors found poison in your arm  and didn't have any other way of getting rid of it". I couldn't help asking questions in my head and so far none of them are getting answered. "What's that supposed to mean," I asked, "and what is amputate?". They gave me surprised expressions and dad finally answered my question.

   "They had to cut your arm off," he said. I was completely flabbergasted at what I just heard. I used my right arm with all my strength and pulled the covers off of my upper body. I stared at my arm, freaking out and shaking of fear to see my left arm gone. Tears fell and y breathing was uneven. "Hera, he's having a panic attack!" I heard dad say. "Ezra, look away and at me," I heard mom say. I attempted to look away from my arm and look at my mother. Dad covered my arm up but it didn't help me calm down as much. "Breath, you are going to be ok," mom cooed and dad petted my head. I slowed my breathing back to its normal pace and leaned into the comforting touch. "Good boy," dad cooed. I smiled and closed my eyes with the loving affection radiating off of them. I'm ok. I'm safe. I'm loved.

Kanan's P.O.V

   I went over to the bag Hera got for Ezra and rummaged through it. There were new clothes, Pickles Jr. and a lunch box. I grabbed the lunch box and opened it to see three sandwiches. I also grabbed Pickles Jr. and brought them over to Hera and Ezra. "Who's hungry?" I asked and Ezra's stomach immediately growled. He sheepishly smiled and said, "me". Me and Hera chuckled. I gave them a sandwich and Ezra Pickles Jr. "You brought Pickles?" He said happily squeezing the toy. I smiled and took a bit out of my sandwich.

   I saw Ezra try to pick the sandwich and failed. I saw sadness spread across his face and the reminder of the one thing that he lost. "Find another way to pick it up," I told him. He looked at me and a light bulb went off. "Can you cut the sandwich into two?" He asked. I tore the sandwich into two and gave them back to him. "Thank you," Ezra said and ate his sandwich. "No problem," I said and finished off my supper.

*an hour later*

   Hera and I had to leave Ezra at the hospital for the night. They said that if he doesn't have any problems tomorrow then he can come home. We made sure Ezra was fine with it and nodded in approval. "Goodnight son," I said, "you are the strongest person I know". He smiled, "thank you and goodnight dad". I kissed his forehead. Hera said her goodnight and did the same thing. "See you tomorrow," I heard him say. Hera and I left the hospital and drove home. I am proud of my son for staying strong.

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