Based on this prompt at SWR Requests
Kanan and Ezra are stranded on a Force null planet, leaving Kanan totally truly blind. In addition, Ezra’s legs were hurt or lost or paralyzed in a fight, leaving him unable to walk. Kanan has to carry him while Ezra directs him and tries to ignore the horrible pain. Bonus for Ezra and Kanan both trying to ignore their own pain and fear because they think the other has it worse right now.
I may not have stuck to the prompt entirely, because Ezra isn’t in any pain, he’s just a little inconvenienced. But it’s something like the prompt, I guess!
Ezra groaned as he brought a hand to his throbbing head and massaged his brow. His whole body felt sluggish and uncooperative, aftereffects of the stunner blasts that had brought him down. He peeled open an eye and looked around apprehensively.
To his relief, he found himself not in a cell or interrogation chamber onboard an imperial ship, but lying on the ground, in approximately the same place that they had been ambushed, among leaves so dry they were turning to powder. Staring upward, as his position, lying on his back, made it easy to do, he could see tall trees and lush greenery stretching as far as the eye could see.
Among the leaves, birds tweeted and the occasional small furry animal scampered from branch to branch. Higher still, what he could see of the sky beyond the leafy canopy was a brilliant blue. The air smelled fresh and unpolluted, natural, filtered by the vegetation around them rather than the air recycling units onboard the Ghost.
But something felt… strange. Off, somehow, as though there were something missing. He couldn’t quite put his finger on what it might be.
He raised a hand to his throbbing head and massaged his brow. “Well, I’ve woken up in less pleasant places after a stun blast.”
The leaves rustled a little to his left. He forced his other eye to open and adjusted his position slightly, so that he could glance over. He found Kanan sitting a short distance away, back against the trunk of a large, ancient tree. He hadn’t responded to Ezra’s words.
“Kanan?” he tried speaking a little louder.
Kanan flinched. Only a little, but it was unmistakable. As though Ezra had startled him. He recovered quickly and turned his head in his direction. “You’re up.” He smiled, sort of. “Took you long enough.”
“Yeah, um…” Something was wrong. It bothered him that he still couldn't tell exactly what it was, but something about this whole situation was off slightly. “Those stun blasters pack a punch. And I think I took three of them at the same time.”
Kanan nodded, looking unconvinced. “Three? Sure you did.”
"I did!" Ezra adjusted his position on the floor, forcing his protesting, uncooperative muscles to lift him to his feet. He failed. His arms just about managed to force him into a sitting position. He wobbled and almost fell forward, managing to save himself seconds before he landed on his face. His legs tingled so hard it almost hurt. Experimentally, he tried to bend his knee. It twitched, just slightly, but otherwise remained completely still.
A kind of vague panic began to gnaw at his relief at finding himself not to be a prisoner of the Empire. He rubbed at his leg, kneading the flesh of his thigh as hard as he could manage. He was relieved to discover that he could feel the pressure. The muscles of his arms responded sluggishly too, though nothing like his legs, which refused to respond to any command at all.