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“Stay. Please. Just...stay.” with Kanan and Hera because I can’t let them go. I haven’t written anything in months so hopefully it’s alright!
The blaster fire comes out of nowhere. Up until then, the opt had been going well, or, as well as an opt of theirs can go. Hera’s halfway up the gangway, when she feels Kanan run into her, pushing her down into the cold metal. She hears him grunt with pain, and smells burnt flesh. He’s been hit.
Her mind goes blank. Kanan’s been shot. Panic threatens to overwhelm her, but Kanan’s life is too important.
“Chopper! close the door now! Get us out of here!”
She’s screaming into the com, and her tone must carry the gravity of the situation because Chopper doesn’t argue. Kanan is still moaning on the ground. He’s still alive. Hera tries to move him as gently as she can, but he is bigger than her and requires some man handling.
“Hera...Hera” his voice is full of pain, and Hera tries to comfort him before she hoists him up on the kitchen table.
“It’s alright Kanan, I’ve got you.”
In the morning, Kanan will complain that she “wasted” pain medication on him, but he’s not able to argue with her now. After Hera is certain he’s sufficiently drugged up, she begins the slow process of removing his armor.
Kanan was very lucky, his shoulder guard caught most of the fire. Not lucky enough. Hera sighs when she sees his singed shirt.
“Chop, I need a bacta patch.”
Kanan is making less noise, but he’s still breathing. Chopper comes around the corner with the medkit. The droid must understand how tense Hera is because he refrains from the usual insulting comments he makes around Kanan.
“Thank you Chopper,” Hera murmurs. Her hands shake while she applies the bacta and she works carefully. Hera doesn’t even realize she’s been holding her breath until she sets the wrap in place. She starts to get up, her legs are cramping, but Kanan jerks at the loss of contact.
“Her..stay...” Kanan slurs out, Hera’s not even sure he’s entirely awake.
“What Kanan? What’s wrong?”
“Stay. Please.” his hand moves to hers. “Just...stay.”
Hera’s mind goes blank. When Kanan’s eyes meet hers they are wide with fear. She smoothes her hand over his, and settles back down.
“I’ll stay.”
“Everyone...leaves me...don’t...don’t...”
I’ll never leave, I promise.
