A Blessing and a Curse

Chapter 17

The gates finally opened all the way. My eyes were glued on the slim figure that stood yards away, staring right back at me. I could feel the cold smirk grace her lips under the helmet.

An inquisitor.

I almost mistaken her for Seventh Sister but there was something about her that brought more chills down my spine. Her helmet was different in structure and shorter height.

"Kid! Don't just stand there! We got to go!" Zeb yelled but my eyes were still trained on the inquisitor. Someone grabbed the back of my sweat shirt and dragged me until my mind began to work again. I began to run behind the two. Zeb carried Kanan in his arms. The vine was still gripping Kanan's leg but the end part was a blacked crisp.

Sabine burned it off. That's what I thought as we all gathered into the Ghost. For a split second, I turned to see her standing in the spot Kanan had been tangled in the vine. The door closed and the RV hummed to life and began to move.

"Is everyone alright?" Sabine shouted.

There were a few 'yeahs' and nods from the prisoners. The place was a bit cramped with the extra people but still there was enough space.

"Kanan, hang in there, mate," I heard Zeb say. Worry twisted in my stomach and I squeezed through a couple of people. There, laying on the floor and leaning against a wall, was Kanan and the vine still tangled around his leg.

Blood still spilled through the seeps of the vine. The man looked pale and his breathing was ragged.

I wondered. I hoped that Kanan would be ok. That he would live and everything would be fine. Yet, an unsettling feeling laid on my mind. What if he lost to much blood?

"Excuse me," Hera squirmed past a couple of people, "What's going-"

She paused and gasped, hand covering her mouth and wide green eyes stunned when seeing Kanan.

The woman quickly maneuvered down next to the man and quickly asked while gripping his hand, "What in the name of Ryloth happened to you?"

Kanan smiled a little and replied with a scratchy voice, "I was fighting a plant. The plant won." He gritted his teeth and let out a pain filled gasp. The vine had somehow tightened make more blood spill.

"Zeb, get that thing off of him!" Hera ordered. Zeb gripped onto pieces of the vine that didn't have thorns and ripped it apart.

I stood off to the side in the crowd of prisoners feeling guilt churn in my stomach. This was my fault. If I just moved then he wouldn't be in this situation in the first place. I glared at my shoes and flinched every time Kanan grunted in pain.

"He's losing to much blood," Sabine said, looking up at Hera, "Hera...I don't think he's going to-"

"Sabine, don't you dare finish that sentence," Hera said, sternly, " He'll be just fine." Yet, I could see doubt in their eyes.

I could tell some of the prisoners wanted to help but thought other wise. Thought of false hope. Kanan wasn't going to make it and it's all my fault. I bit my lip and clenched my hands into fists. Then a wave of calm settled upon me and an idea processed through my head.

What if...what if, maybe...

I looked down at my gloved hands.

Maybe, I could be the one to save him.

It was my fault that he was hurt in the first place but I can fix him. Heal him.

My fingers folded inwards and determination swirled like a fiery tornado. I looked up at the glum faces of the crew that I've come to see as my friends, in some ways, my family.