The Crazy Adventures of Ezra Bridger

Bye-Bye Tonsils

well im just gonna start this chapter by saying yes, i know Kanan is blind and everything, but im gonna break the rules and say he still has his vision because i can whoops

Ezra lay on the couch in the main room of the Ghost as Hera walked in from the kitchen holding a bowl of ice cream.

"I brought you something for your throat." She said, handing the deep blue-haired teenager the bowl of chocolate ice cream.

"Thanks, Hera" Ezra said, his voice sounding strained and weak. He has just gotten his tonsils out that morning, and he was still groggy and his throat was still very sore.

"No problem. Need anything else?" Hera asked kindly.

"Yeah, about the whole bottle of pain killers they sent with me, please." Ezra said flatly, looking up at Hera with a pain-filled gaze.

Hera gave him a "yeah, okay" look as she turned and walked to the cockpit. She then sat in her seat next to Kanan, who was fidgeting with his lightsaber.

"Your Padawan is trying to overdose in the common room," Hera remarked as she turned her chair towards Kanan.

Kanan made a face as he stopped messing with his lightsaber.

"And you left him alone?" Kanan asked slowly, looking up at Hera, who rolled her eyes.

"I hid his pain killers, calm down."

"Hera, this is Ezra we're talking about. He'll find them eventually, if you give him long enough."

"Shush, I hid there somewhere good. This won't be like when we hid his lightsaber as a punishment and he had it back within two hours. I hid them in my room, and he knows my room is off limits." Hera sounded very sure of herself, but Kanan wasn't as confident.

"If he dies, you owe me a new Padawan."

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As the hours rolled by ever so slowly, Ezra laid sprawled out on the common room couch, nonchalantly moving things about with the Force. He was currently making his lightsaber do spins and flips in the air above his face, doing his best to entertain himself -- but he was failing miserably. With an exaggerated sigh, the teenager let the metal object fall from the air and into his open palm, grasping it as it landed against his flesh. He then ignited it after a few moments and watched as the fluorescent green blade crackled and illuminated parts of his hand and arm, casting shadows and contouring muscles all the while.

This seemed to mesmerize the young Jedi apprentice more than moving anything about with the Force ever could, which would seem strange to anyone but Kanan, probably. He payed more attention to the small things now, they caught his interest more that they had before. He was all but transfixed by the way the light cast shadows on his sleeved arm, until Sabine walked into the room. She had just come from outside the ship, doing some minor repairs with Chopper. Nothing too major, just tightening a bit of loose screws on the ship's outside panels and greasing the hinges on the ship door. It has begun to squeak and annoy Hera, therefore it had to be dealt with. Nobody wanted to deal with an agitated Hera.

"How're you feeling?" Sabine asked, crossing the room to sit at the table across from the couch. She set her helmet down on the checkered table before moving a strand of hair out of her face, tucking it behind her ear.

"Like I just gargled nails." Ezra turned off his lightsaber, watching as the green blade retreated back into its metal sheathe, taking the shadows along his arm with it. A shame, he thought -- he was rather enthralled in something so small and temporary. Although now he had someone to talk to, someone rather enjoyable, too. Sabine was good fun, there was never a dull moment when he was with her. She was either sassing him or blowing something up. She kept him on his toes.