"Kanan." Hera shook Kanan awake; his dreams had enveloped him, she assumed. She wasn't sure how long he'd been asleep; he'd gone over to meditate in the corner hours ago, though. It was nearly sundown. As Hera looked down upon her sleeping lover; she couldn't help but smile.
Even on the darkest of days Kanan brought a smile to her face.
He was crouched into the corner; his head cradled against the wall and an uneasy peace on his face. He was holding his legs, making himself as small as possible without being completely uncomfortable. He didn't stir as Hera put her hand onto his shoulder, shaking him slightly. He didn't flinch.
He probably hadn't gotten a good sleep in months; maybe since he'd lost his vision. Without sight he was nearly defenseless against anything that wen't bump in the night. Though he could sense everything through the Force, it wasn't the same.
"Kanan." She whispered again, a little louder. His breath remained steady and his head tilted downwards slightly. Sighing, she secured her hands under his armpits and helped him to his feet. She didn't want to wake him, she didn't know the next time he would sleep, but he couldn't remain on the floor in the corner of the hospital room. She didn't even know if Ezra would remain in this room. It was small with a changeable bed; it was easily an operating table, a cot for overpopulation, a bed. But Hera had a feeling Ezra would be staying for awhile and he may become a more permanent citizen of the hospital ward.
As Hera steadied Kanan with one arms wrapped around his midsection in support, she looked over to see he was still soundly sleeping. He looked peaceful. A nurse suddenly came in and gave Hera a quizzical glace. She didn't recognize the particular girl, so Hera assumed she was a transfer of some sort. Hera simply offered a weak smile before using all her strength and essence to heave Kanan to his bed while keeping him asleep.
Halfway down the hall her steps began to falter; she was too weak to walk Kanan the rest of the way. Pausing in the center of the hall her knees shook slightly as sweat beaded on her forehead. Taking another step, she couldn't help but let out a painful sigh. Tears gathered in her eyes as she stifled a sob.
Zeb had been on his way to check on Hera and Ezra when he had seen Hera struggling in the hallway. He heard her sigh and he could sense her pain and sadness. He hurried to help her gather Kanan's weight.
"Let me help you, Hera." He said quickly, taking the load off of Hera's shoulders and watching as she slouched over. "Where are we takin' him?"
"His room on The Ghost, please, and thank you, Zeb." She said, following as he guided Kanan. He was still out like a light.
"I-I-I couldn't wake him up, I just couldn't." She stuttered, rubbing her shoulders though a breeze was nowhere to be found. "He was so peaceful, like he used to sleep. When things were simple. Why-" She took a breath, wiping tears from her eyes and trying not to outburst her inward emotions. She knew she shouldn't bottle things up, but she couldn't help it. She honestly knew it was bad.
"It's okay, Hera. You don't have to say anything. I understand." Zeb said, stopping her stammering and moving more quickly towards The Ghost. He could tell she was tired, she needed a good nights sleep just as much as Kanan.
The next morning, Ezra had been moved to a separate room, just as Hera had assumed. She had gotten little sleep the past night, though Kanan had slept for nearly fifteen hours.
Ezra's new room was basic and contemporary, yet comfortable and pleasant. It had a large bed with medical equipment surrounding it. In the corner was a separate room leading off to the restroom and a hologram screen sat opposite the bed. Ezra had sat on the corner of the bed in fresh pajamas three hours prior; and hadn't moved since.
He simply sat, staring at a plain wall for almost half the day. He didn't move, barely did anything but breathe. He simply sat; with an empty look in his dull, gray eyes.
"Can we talk?" A doctor asked Hera, directing her into the hallway. She nodded, following his lead. An uneasy feeling settled in her stomach as she glaced back into the room. Sabine had been sitting near her and looked up at Hera. Her eyes followed Hera until the door closed. The doctor tapped nervously on the wall, chewing on the end of his pen. His eyes met Hera's and he sighed in exasperation.
"I'm sorry, Miss Syndula, but we have done extensive research. On himself, on his brain. Now, I don't know any of that Force nonsense, or if it has anything to do with this, but from a medical standpoint all I can say is it isn't good. His brain activity has gone down exponentially. Though, there is activity. But, it is small." The doctor's voice is full of regret and sadness and Hera flinches at every word he speaks. "He isn't on life support quite yet, he is functioning enough to eat and drink and use the restroom on his own, the first two only when provoked. We'll have to do more tests and research, though, to see exactly what the problem is." Hera nodded, and they stood in silence for a moment before they exchanges pleasantries and went in opposite directions.
Ezra had moved since Hera had left the room. A plate of food had been set in front of him and the nurse was coaxing him into eating. Eventually, his shaky hand picked up an eating utensil and chewed slowly on a piece of meat. The sight pained Hera to her core; she didn't want this for Ezra, never did. But, she couldn't do anything to stop it. She had to get out of that room. She nodded to Sabine and left the room abruptly, heading to the central hangar of the base.
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Darth Minar
FanfictionEzra lived alone on the streets for years of his live. When he was discovered by a rebel cell located on his home planet, he became a "part of the family". For years he worked with the rebels, learning more and more about the power he possessed. He...
