Hi, wee bit of a warning, this gets a little freaky. Not for the faint of heart, or those that don't do well with broken bones. Now that thats out of the way, Enjoy!

When Commander Sato received the transmission of the Ghost crew in need of medical assistance, he wasn't quite sure what to expect. No details were specified in the hurried message that came through just as the ship came out of hyperspace, they didn't even mention which member they were to accommodate. He could only guess at this point, but judging from the flustered, almost sloppy state of the mandilorian he'd observed in their conversation, Sato was expecting it to be pretty serious.

What he wasn't expecting to see when the docking bay door hissed open, was the Jedi and the Lasat, with the lothalian boy draped between them, his face twisted in great pain, gasping at every movement. The commander only looked at the childs leg once, but that was all it took to get the image of the inhuman angle, at which it was twisted, seared predominately into his memory. Sato almost immediately directed them to the med-bay, where a medical droid was already activated, and followed as they ran through the ship. Watching the horrified faces of the people as they passed by, he was reminded of how much the fleet had bonded with the ghost crew. Sato himself had been rescued by this boy and his crew multiple times, and even though he was annoying, he couldn't help but acknowledge the fondness that everyone reserved for the young jedi.

-SWR-

When they'd finally docked, Kanan and Zeb carried Ezra onboard the command ship almost immediately. Sabine was back in the cockpit with Hera, finishing up the boarding sequences, before rushing to follow the rest of the crew. As they approached the door to the Phoenix's med bay Hera picked up on the small hesitation made by Sabine. When she looked the girls face, she saw fear, guilt, and dread. These things were often foreign to the mandalorian, and Hera felt a spike of worry for her, putting a soft hand on her shoulder, and pulling her aside.

"This is not your fault, you know that?" her tone was serious, but tender, "you will not blame yourself for this, do you hear me?"

Sabine took a deep breath then nodded, just as she heard a cry from behind the door. Hera moved to open it, and what she saw inside broke her heart.

Ezra was sitting up on the table, with Kanans arms wrapped around him from behind. Even with Kanans strength, Hera could still see how much effort he was putting into keeping His padawan still, as the medical droid prepared to reset his leg. Zeb was opposite, holding down Ezras other leg.

"Commencing reset" the droids monotone voice drawled out. Ezras breath became heavy and rapid, as he squeezed his eyes shut, anticipating the pain. He gasped when the cold metal touched his skin, and felt tears roll down his face.

Hera watched the droid begin to pull on Ezras shin. Even with the force it was using, the bone moved slowly, the angle gradually returning to normal. Her insides twisted with nausea as she watched it, and her boys dismal whimpers stabbed pain into her heart. All of a sudden, their was a resounding kkkkrrrruuuuckchthat sent the pilots stomach through the floor. Next to her, Sabine was grabbing the nearest waste bin, and emptying her stomach. Hera was tempted to do the same, but she was still frozen to the spot.

"Tibia and Fibula realigned. Moving on to Femoral reset"

The droids emotionless voice filled Zeb with distain. He loathed the fancy hunk of metal for causing the pain of his roommate. He was very tempted to leap across the table and tear its short circuited head off. Still, he gripped his crew mate tightly, his very large hands wrapping almost entirely around the kids scrawny legs. (In the back of his mind, he made a mental note to make the kid eat more.) Another sharp cry brought him back to the moment, as the droid placed its arms to reset Ezras upper leg. Even with the simple touch, the kid began to breath harder, more tears falling down his face, glistening in his long eyelashes.

"Commencing second reset"

Kkkccchhhhuuuuuurrrrrrkkkkkkkk.

Ezra wailed. A horrible sound filled with agony and despair. It echoed thought the ship, and weight heavily on the hearts of every single organic within earshot. Another moment followed where all that was heard was the desperate gasps of breath, made by the boy on the table. Everyone watched as his twisted expression melted into blankness, and his entire body relaxed, as he drifted into unconsciousness.

Behind him, Kanan breathed a sigh, shifting to gently lay his padawan down on the bed. He ran a hand over his face. Blood still stained his clothes, but Kanan was to occupied with worry to care. He moved to the side to allow the medical droid to tend to the bleeding wounds on Ezras shoulder and face, and Kanan soon found himself locked in an embrace of a certain twi'lek pilot.

Sabine moved to the other side, standing next to Zeb, who still had his hands on his brothers leg, but now in less of a lifeline, and more of a support system. The mandalorian reached out to brush Ezras sweat drenched hair from his face.

Behind them, they heard the door whoosh open, and entered Commander Sato, along with two pilots Sabine recognized from a previous missions. "What is his condition?" he asked, straight to the point. Offhand it might sound like the commander didn't care, but sabine could hear the slight concern in his voice. Sato wasn't one to convey his emotions.

The med droids voice box lit up to speak, but Kanan cut it off before it could make a sound.

"According to the scans, he had multiple displaced fractures, and 'metal bot' here thought it would be best to reset them without pain medication."

"WHAT?!" Hera exclaimed first, "Without medication?!" This was the first she was hearing of this, and it made her insides bubble.

"Given the nature of the injury, their was danger of further complications because of inducting a foreign substance. Patient limb is stabilized, and protective dressing shall be applied."

"I can do that, thank you very much." Hera stepped forward grabbing the fabric gauze from the droids hands. The droid simply stepped back into its off position near the wall.

One of the pilots, Keeton, approached closer to the bed. "Sorry about that, he's an old model"

"Indeed." Commander stepped up behind him. "Still, it is good to see that his recovery is imminent." The man put on something of a smile, then spoke again. "Orrelios, Wren, Master Jedi, I know you are preoccupied, but I could use your assistance on the command deck."

The three shared a glance, then looked at Hera, who nodded. One by one, the room emptied.

Hera sighed. "Always getting yourself into trouble, aren't you Ezra." She asked affectionately to the sleeping boy. She smiled sadly, and got to work.

Okay guys…. I have to tell you, I am a complete mess after that finale. I guess we're in for a looong ride till season three. Also I wanted to say that I hope to still be writing and publishing during hiatus of rebels, so like it or not, you're stuck with me!

Anyways, whattaya think of this chapter? I experimented a little bit with Satos character, and it was a little weird, and difficult to work with, but I tried my best. I did have a great time writing all the ghost crew worries, oh how I love torturing my space-fam!

So Ezras on the speedy road to recovery…..or is he…

-L&E Doodle