Heart Transplant (Zezra)

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'One month...'

Ezra shuddered as he walked back to the Ghost. His hands trembled, and his eyes were starting to get watery while his breath hitched once in a while. His head was down, his misty eyes focused on the ground and glass below him as his mind reeled in his thoughts.

He'd have these heart problems for years now. He never would've thought he'd see or hear the day that they would catch up to him.

What would the crew think? What would they say? How would they react? Will they just dump him in Lothal to die alone, or would they find a way to keep him in the crew because he was force-sensitive? He would never know. He could barely speak about his condition.

Every time he ran, he felt his heart clenching and pumping quicker than it should be. It ached him, but he had to keep running. He had to ignore the signs to keep him guard and ego up, and now, he was paying the price of it.

Soon, he made it to the Ghost. He walked through the hanger and past Kanan, who was looking over at the crates they took the previous day.

"Hey, Ezra, where've you been?" He asked his padawan. "Zeb said you went out, but he didn't specify where,"

'Thank god for that.' Ezra sighed and turned to him. "Just went off to my comm tower to see the place, Kanan. Just got little fresh air too. It helps me relax,"

"Alright, if you say so..." Kanan felt like the boy was lying, but he didn't wanna bother him, so he just shrugged it off. "We have a busy day tomorrow. Since you missed Jedi Training today, you'll have to train extra tomorrow,"

"Will do!" Ezra saluted with a forced smile before heading up to leave. 'EXTRA Jedi Training? Dr Gia's going to KILL me when she finds out...'

He grabbed a snack or two in the kitchen, placing the trooper helmet down on the table as he ate. He was so lost in thought with his condition that he didn't notice Sabine enter.

"Oh, hey, Ezra," she greeted, snapping him from his thoughts.

"O-Oh, hey, Sabine," Ezra waved at her awkwardly. "How long have you been here?"

"Just came here, kid," Sabine chuckled. "You seemed to have your head up in the clouds. Something wrong?"

"Uh... n-no, it's nothing," Ezra dismissed the topic quickly, so the Mandalorian wasn't suspicious or curious enough to ask more questions. "But, um, have you seen Zeb? I need to talk to him,"

"In his and your room," Sabine shrugged. "Napping, as usual,"

"Thanks, Sabine," Ezra then rushed off.

He ran to his and Zeb's room then he knocked on the door. He sighed as he was answered by nothing but snoring, so he just opened the door and found the Lasat sleeping on his bunk.

'Sabine wasn't kidding when she said that he was napping. Again...' Ezra rolled his eyes with a grin.

He stepped inside, but as soon as his foot creaked on the floor, Zeb's ear flickered before he opened one eye and groaned, turning towards his roommate.

"Finally, you're back," he forced himself up with a grunt, rubbing the back of his neck as he yawned and stared at the other with both eyes open. "You were gone for the whole day. Where've you been?"

"Out," Ezra sighed, the automatic door closing as he walked towards the Lasat.

"That's what you said earlier," Zeb crossed his arms. "We had a deal. Now, you have to tell me what's going on,"

"Fine..." Ezra sat beside him and leaned against the small metal ladder. "I went to the hospital,"

"The hospital?" Zeb's eyebrows furrowed. "What hospital? And why?"