***Yes this is my edited chapter. I think it's much better since my system isn't fried! I'm sorry, I had no intention of ever making this so blasted long! Enjoy!***

The Force screamed at Kanan to get down, that danger was threatening. He didn't piece together what it was trying to warn him of until it screamed bomb! He gasped, his head jerking to the cold and bloody piece of metal that was lying on the table. They had just began to stitch Leo up when the warning came. They'd successfully gotten everything out, the pieces of machinery lying next to the surgical instruments. It took him a second to pinpoint just what would be exploding. "Everyone down!" He shouted when he realized. "Cover your head!" He shut his eyes, ducking under the operating table. The Jedi sensed Hera and Sabine do the same, just as there was a boom that rang out across the room. In reality it was much less than he had expected, nothing more, if anything less than the explosions that Sabine's grenades caused. But if directly on an organ…

He breathed in relief, his head peeking out to check on their surroundings. The medical droid that had Leo on bypass wasn't injured, which soothed some of his tension. They'd still be able to get his heart started.

They'd be able to try…

Kanan forced himself back to the present, which was assessing everything else. "Sabine, are you okay?"

"I'm okay. Not hit."

"Hera, are you alright?"

"I'm fine." She muttered, easing herself up slowly. She was gritting her teeth.

Kanan's worry flared fifth fold. "Are you sure? Are you hit?" Hera was the best medic they had, and if she was out of commision…

"I'll live. I'll patch myself up soon. Let's just focus on Leo." She pulled herself up, and Kanan immediately honed in on the blood that was soaking her sleeve and running down her arm.

"Hera!" It was half an exclaim of alarm, half a warning. Hera decided to focus on the warning part of it.

"I'm fine. Use your Force, it'll tell you the same thing. It missed the artery, we need to finish this! Med droid, restart the heart." The droid pulled the bypass out. "Charging 150, med droid, push one of epi."

"Clear," Kanan said, raising his hands into the air. His eyes were still on Hera's arm, scrutinizing the damage.

"Clear." Sabine raised her hands.

"Clear." Hera commanded. There was a dull shock that rang out, and the monitors sprang to life. Hera breathed out in relief, even though Leo was far from out of the woods. "Med droid, begin gluing and stitching of all contusions. Kanan, you use some of the spray to staunch the bleeding. And if you even think about coming near my arm with a pair of tweezers I will make you regret it." She added, glaring at him.

"I don't care!" he said stubbornly, going so far as to cross his arms. "Hera you're hurt and the more you move your arm the more damage it causes!"

"Well I don't care about that."

"Well you should because as far as I'm aware, you need both arms for piloting! Now don't make me come over there!"
"I'm not going to lose my arm, Kanan. It's not my fault if you need to brush up on trauma wound repercussions."

"I mean in the short term, Hera!"

"Ha, so you admit that you're not a good pilot!"

"I never said that!"
"Well if you need me so bad in the next few days…" She looked up long enough to smirk at him.

"Hera!" He exclaimed. "I'm not arguing with you on this."

"Neither am I! I'm not the one who's cut open on the table! We need to get him closed before he bleeds out! Sabine, you close the joints. Use the spray and stitches, but they don't need glue."

"Spray?" She asked.

"The bottle with the nozzle on the table. It disinfects and clots."

"Okay, on it." Sabine went to the counter to grab the thread for the stitches.

Kanan looked up. "What can I do?"

"Monitor his vitals with the Force, the med droid is doing the rest." Hera sighed, wincing when she elevated her arm. "You can wake Ezra up now."
Kanan nodded. "Alright, I will."

"Oh, how is Chopper?"

"I don't know, I think we would have heard something by now if he weren't alright though."

Hera nodded, her eyes going to Leo's monitor. His vitals were a bit unstable, as she suspected they would be. The more the droid worked the higher they climbed. "Actually," Hera looked up at Kanan. "Don't wake Ezra up just yet."

The Jedi nodded, sensing where she was coming from. "You don't want him to see his friend like this."
She nodded again. "It wouldn't be any help, he'd panic again and we'd be back to square one."

"Alright, we'll wait. How long until the med droid's done?"

"Maybe five, ten minutes."

"After this we all have to sleep. What time is it anyway?"

"Almost 0300 hours." Sabine said, not looking up from her stitching. She was nearly done with the left hand.

Kanan groaned. "Yeah, I'm definitely going to need kaf in the morning."

"I'm going to sleep until 1200." Sabine said.

Hera eyed the both of them. "I want to see no one out of bed until at least 1100, if not later. We take off in three days, we can have tomorrow to ourselves."

"That sounds good. We're all going to need it, especially Leo and Ezra." Kanan looked at his sleeping padawan.

"Leo especially." Hera sighed. "Let's just sedate him until these heal up a little more, keep him on some morphine too."

Kanan looked up. "We only have 8 units, that'll be gone within the week if we use it up on him."

Hera folded her arms, looking directly at him. "You had better take that back. He just had his sternum cracked open, his lungs and heart messed with. We are giving him as much morphine as he needs! He is going to be in agony when he wakes up. So we give him morphine, and oxycodone, and whatever else he needs. We restock on morphine, and everything else. I am not going to let him suffer like that. If you don't like that we're finally using our dusty medicine, then you can take a hike."

The Jedi looked up at her, anger flashing in his eyes. "You and I both know how much it all costs."
"And you and I both know how many favors we have and how many credits we store away for medical needs."

"Which isn't a lot!"

"But it's enough."

"For what a bandage?"

Sabine turned to him, an irritated look on her face. "Kanan shut up! You and Hera fighting isn't helping any of this, let alone Leo! Hera is medic, we listen to her. She knows way more than you do. And I'm trying to focus but can't with you guys fighting like that." She glared down at her work, stitching faster.

"Don't talk to me like that." Kanan snapped.

"As soon as you start to grow up, sure!"
Hera sighed before either of them to respond. "Okay, that's enough, both of you. We're all exhausted, it's been a long day. But no more fighting. From any of us. Myself included. We just focus on Leo right now."

"I'm not the one who started it." Sabine muttered.

"Neither am I!" Kanan exclaimed, turning to Hera with an accusing glare. He quickly looked away and down. "I'll get the morphine." He mumbled.

"I'll hang the bag and get the IVs started." Hera said, turning the to the drawers with the IVs, pulling three out.

"Why three?" Sabine asked, still looking down.

"One for morphine, one for blood and saline, and one for pn."

"What's pn?" She sounded confused.

"Parenteral nutrition. Everything he needs to stay alive. Probably much better stuff than he's got out on the streets. It'll speed his recovery."

Kanan said to himself, "Why haven't we bought a crash cart yet? It would save drawer space."

Sabine looked up at him and glared. "Did you really just ask that?"

Kanan opened his mouth to retort.

"No fighting, from either of you!" Hera reminded, forcing both of them into silence. Kanan complied grumpily, while Sabine continued her assigned work. Hera got to work starting the IVs.

It took them another half an hour to completely close Leo and get him started on the drips. His vitals were stable and he was healing rather well. Exhausted, Kanan leaned his weight on the bed. "We should probably change these sheets and bedding." He said to himself. "Do you know how to when the person is still in the bed?" He addressed the question to Hera, who sighed, rubbing her forehead tiredly.

"We're definitely going to change these sheets and clothes, would you honestly leave him all bloody?"

"No," Kanan admitted.

"As for your question, I don't need you to help me with it."

"Does that mean I can go to bed now?" Sabine asked, bags already forming under her eyes.

"Yes, go get some sleep Sabine. You need it, and you earned it. Good job today. I'm impressed."

The girl shrugged. "Thanks, just glad I could help out."

Hera turned to the bloodied med droid. "Med droid, wash, recharge, and then power down." It immediately turned and went back to its storage closet, the light going out of its eyes. "Good night Sabine, by the way." Hera added, noticing the girl throwing her scrubs into the biohazard bin.

"Night Hera." She mumbled, walking out of the room. The door shut with a hiss.

Kanan kept thinking how long of a day it had been, for all of them.

It was just supposed to be a supply run… turned into some explosion and the Empire taking control of Leo… I've only known him for what twelve hours? And how many times have we needed to save his life? I had better check if Ezra is okay. He noticed the Twi'lek staring. "We'd better change these sheets, before I wake Ezra up."

Hera shook her head. "Just let him sleep for the rest of the night, carry him to his room. He needs his sleep, too. Waking him up would only cause him to worry and stay awake the rest of the night."

"Alright, I'll help you before I take him." Kanan sighed, hardly able to form a cohesive thought, his eyes dry and most likely red. Hera pulled fresh gloves out of the box, and grabbed two larges for the Jedi, before ridding herself of the bloodstained scrubs. It was nice to be able to, to rid herself of the actions that had been done by the Empire, to rid herself of the innocent boy's blood. Slipping the gloves on she held out the larger ones to Kanan. He shook his head.

"Lay them on the table, I'm changing out of this." He gestured to his shirt and gloves, both stained red.

"You didn't put scrubs on?"

"You think there was time?" Kanan retorted, peeling the gloves off, before carefully removing his shirt and also putting it into the bin.

The Twi'lek sighed. "Good point." Hera looked at the biohazard container. "We're going to need to empty that out soon."

"It's almost overflowing now." Kanan muttered, opening a closet.

"What are you doing?"

"What do you think? Putting on a new shirt, it's freezing in there." He slipped it on, before pulling out two new large gloves from the box.

"I just got you some." Hera reminded.

"What? You did?" He looked over at the table, to realize that he had.

"You're exhausted, love."

"I guess so." Kanan shrugged. "I'll just use these."

Hera walked over to the same closet, pulling it open.

"What are you getting?" he mused.

"New bedspread, sheet, and clothes. Do you think mediums will do?"

"It should, he doesn't look that big."

Hera nodded in agreement and pulled what she needed out. "Do you remember how to change sheets?"

"I already answered that…" Kanan trailed off.

"We're both exhausted…" Hera murmured. "The faster we get this done the better."

The two of them silently got to work, Kanan going to the sink and filling up a large bowl of warm water, pulling out a new sponge and a couple of towels. While he was going that Hera got Leo down to just his underwear, throwing the bloodied clothes into the biohazard bin. "Are you ready?" She asked.

"Yeah, I'll take him now." As he was saying that Kanan put the bowl and clothes into the area they had designated as the patient shower, pushing aside the curtain. He walked over to Leo and picked him up, with relative ease. He was much lighter than he looked, most likely from malnutrition. With a grunt none the less, he carried the boy into the shower and pulled the curtain closed, giving them at least some privacy. Even though Leo was asleep he knew that he'd be embarrassed when he woke up to find they'd washed and changed him. The Jedi crumpled a towel they had in the shower and put it underneath his head, before pulling the sponge out of the water and getting to work washing him.

As he worked he could hear Hera changing the sheets. She was definitely efficient, if not more efficient than he was at it. That's why I clean the patients. He thought to himself. He made sure to wash Leo's underarms, Force only knew how long he'd bathed while on the streets, and judging from the smell of him before he'd come in, he guessed it had been about a week, maybe even two or more. But he wasn't about to judge him. He'd been on the streets himself at one point.

"I'm done, whenever you're ready just pull him into bed. I'm going to sleep." Hera called as the door opened before her.

"Okay, I'll see you in the morning." Kanan got no response, which he didn't mind. Grabbing an old bottle of shampoo from the corner, he moved to Leo's head and squirted some into his hands, running the green glop through his hair. It was designed to attract dandruff, grease and sweat, and dirt and draw it from the scalp, making it effective and fast. It was naturally made, so it kept it rather cheap. The shampoo turning brown, Kanan washed it out with some of the water, before running it through again just to be sure he'd gotten everything. Nothing more stuck to it.

It had been awhile since Kanan had cared for a patient like he was tending to Leo. Most didn't stay long enough, or were able to clean themselves. It made him feel like he was finally able to do some real help again, like he was finally able to make a difference, be useful for once.

His head pounded in exhaustion, and he had to channel some of the Force to relieve the pain. It relaxed him to be with it, just having it there. He felt his padawan's signature, flickering like a candle, but still strong. Kanan put the bottle on the ground, grabbing the deodorant and spraying Leo's underarm's with it, before slipping the new shirt onto him. Goosebumps had risen all over his skin.

"I know you're cold. We'll warm you up soon, just stay asleep, okay? We're taking good care of you and you need to rest." Kanan took off his underwear and did some hasty cleaning, before pulling on new underwear and pants. Force only knew how long he'd had them on. :Sorry," He mumbled. That done, he gathered the boy in his arms and walked over to the bed, laying him down and pulling the sheet over him. He sighed when he realized it was closing in on 0330 hours.

He dove deeper into the Force, realizing that his padawan wasn't sleeping as deeply as he thought, nearly awake. Probably because he's on the floor and it's freezing in here. He thought. The Jedi let out a yawn, scooping Ezra up fireman style, letting his head rest against his back. As Kanan walked into the hallway, he felt something flicker through the Force. It was the breath of warning, just a feeling that something was wrong. He paused his walking and immediately blocked Ezra from it, just hoping that he hadn't felt it as it began. It was always a rude awakening when he was woken up by a feeling of danger, and he had been through enough during the day as it was.

He groaned audibly. "Can't I just get some sleep before the next accident on this blasted ship!" He walked faster, hoping to put Ezra in the safety of his room before, if worse came to worst, they were attacked.

Force forbid…

He hoped that the feeling would go away, resolve itself, but it only got stronger. They were nearly at Ezra and Zeb's room, and Ezra was continuing to-stubbornly-fight for alertness, pushing confusion and worry through the Force. That added to the sense of imminent danger and lack of sleep nearly made Kanan go into a dead faint. He steeled himself, letting the Force gather around him to hold him up, only hoping that he could get to his own room without falling.

There was a flicker of shadow along the wall, a much larger shape than his size. Although the sudden obstruction didn't startle him, the Force reminding him that Zeb was not the threat, it was still a relief to realize. He felt irritation well inside him. "Where the hell have you been! Leo arrested, we needed to do surgery, there was an explosion on the ship, and Ezra nearly had a panic attack!"

Zeb shrugged, like Leo wasn't his problem. "I was sleeping, I fell asleep after the meeting. Where was the explosion, I didn't hear any alarms going off, that's probably why I slept through it."

"It was small, in the med bay."

"So that's why I wasn't there. And no one woke me up. Do I need to remind you how late it is? I'm usually sleeping at this hour anyway."

Kanan sighed in frustration. "Could you take Ezra to your room? There's something I need to sort out."

"You take him, I need to head to the fresher. That's why I was up."

"You can go in a couple of minutes, just get into your room with him and stay there until I give the all clear. I know you can hold it until then." The Jedi snapped, already shifting Ezra on his shoulder to transfer him over to the Lasat.

"What's going on Kanan?" Zeb questioned, going serious at his tone.

"The Force is warning me of danger on this ship, but I can't pinpoint where it's coming from because I'm so blasted tired."

Ezra groaned, shifting.

Kanan readjusted and tightened his grip on him.

"Le-o…" He groaned.

"Is fine, go back to sleep, kid. It's over, everyone's alright." Kanan soothed, sending waves of exhaustion and calm at his padawan. Ezra began to relax, settling back into sleep. Kanan sighed in relief. It always worried him when Ezra was on edge. The boy was just settling back to sleep, the memory of him talking to Kanan nearly all but forgotten already, when something stronger than his master's waves of peace cut through the tendrils. A dark, cold warning. Danger, right around the corner. Master and padawan jerked up, adrenaline coursing through them. Ezra connected with the Force, still groggy but cohesive enough for the danger to send him into a near panic.

"Is it something with Leo?!" He demanded, rolling off of Kanan and landing somewhat steadily on his feet.

"Whoa, whoa whoa. Slow down. Ezra, Ezra, Leo is fine. He's safe, he's healthy. He's in the clear, he'll make a full recovery now, I promise. We need to focus on whatever this thing is on the ship, alright?"

Ezra took a shaky breath, letting his master's words wash over him. He was telling the truth, he could feel it. It helped him relax a little. "Okay," He nodded, his shoulders slumping, able to breathe easier.

Until another wave of danger swamped the both of them, turning the air much more solid than he was comfortable breathing in. The danger was there. They had to face it now, weapons or not. Ezra stiffened, and Kanan instinctively moved slightly in front of him.

"Ey you bucket of bolts, you're supposed to be recharging!" Zeb complained, looking at the corner where Chopper had appeared. Ezra squinted, trying to make out what looked off about the robot.

"Kanan?" He asked.

"Ezra, be careful." his master warned, knowing there was something wrong with it.

Zeb looked at them incredulously. "What do you mean be careful? It's just Chopper. It's not like he can do anything to us, 'cept maybe taze us." He scoffed when he realized. "What, you think Chop is the danger?"

Ezra spoke up again, insistant. "What does it mean when his eye is red…?"

It happened in a second. Less than a second, with no time for thought, no time to process what was going on, no time to hide.

The Force shrieked a warning, one that only Kanan could make out in time. "Get down!" He yelled, as Chopper beeped.

Kill! As he beeped, he let out a blaster ray.

Kanan pushed Ezra to the ground as he shouted his own warning, covering his padawan's body. For one second, then two, and more, as time blended together, there was no pain, and Kanan was relieved. It had missed. No one was hurt. They would fight, and they would get out without injury. They'd been lucky, again.

The Force shifted. There was something very wrong, much more so than the warning. He looked up out of habit as Zeb gave a half pain filled, half horrified yell, his face turning to the Lasat. At first, he couldn't tell what had happened. Everything looked normal. Zeb looked fine. Or maybe it was just his brain refusing to process what he was seeing. Kanan found himself tightening his grip on Ezra and slipping a hand over the boy's eyes, even as he began to squirm in protest.

Chopper had blasted Zeb's hand off to the thumb, and it wasn't cauterized. Blood was freely weeping to the ground, splattering the metal with dull dripping sounds. It was fast, as fast as the water came out of the showerheads in the freshers.

He'll need a tourniquet. Kanan thought to himself, almost calmly, more in a daze. He needed to snap back into it if he wanted to pull them out of this.

"Oh kriff!" Zeb shouted, in clear pain and shock. "Kriff, my hand! It's gone!"

Ezra gasped, jerking in surprise underneath Kanan's body.

"Hera!" Kanan forced out, putting as much demand into his voice as possible. He immediately heard her door open, her footsteps. Chopper spun around, toward the noise. "Hera watch out!" He blurted, lunging toward the malfunctioning bot. He slammed into it just as Hera came into view.

"What's going on!" She demanded, taking cover behind one of the ladders to get to the gunnery.

"Virus!" Kanan responded. "Shot his hand off!"

Hera was about to ask whose hand, but heard Zeb's swearing. Her mouth dropped open in realization, and for a moment, she was frozen.

The commotion was enough to draw Sabine out from her room.

"Sabine back in your room lock the door!" Hera shouted, dodging to the back of Chopper as Kanan was fighting with it.

"Get on top of him!" Ezra yelled.

"I need my lightsaber!" Kanan exclaimed.

"What's going on!" Sabine shouted back.

"Back in your room!" Kanan yelled. Instead of her door closing, he heard footsteps racing down the hall, and another door opening. He could sense her grabbing the lightsaber from his room. I should really hide that. He thought to himself as her signature drew closer.

"One of you distract Chopper, I'm gonna throw this to Kanan!" Sabine shouted, part of the saber hilt sticking out past the turn.

"Hey Chopper!" The voice came from Ezra. Kanan turned to his padawan, to see a trail of blood from Zeb's severed limb, making a clear path to the medbay. The severed part of his hand was lying in a pool of blood on the ground.

When did he leave? Not important!

Ezra was standing in the middle of the hallway, smirking at Chopper. "What do you call a robot with no brain? A hunk of metal!" The blaster rotated to him. Kanan whirled around, holding up his hand for the lightsaber.

Sabine chucked it, and Kanan pulled it toward him with the Force. Without having time to decide otherwise, he aimed for the area beneath Chopper's head and above his body frame. If struck with a lightsaber it would make him short-circuit, shutting even the virus off completely. On the other hand, it might also fry the systems beyond repair…

Do it. The Force urged him.

As Chopper's blaster began to ignite, Kanan swung the lightsaber. It was a dead hit, electricity sparking, a sizzling, zz sound ringing out from somewhere inside what used to be Chopper.

And then there was silence.

*****Yes I did just do that. Okay, I'm getting kind of close to the beginning chapter here, I want to do a poll. Should I turn this story into a 2-parter or make it very long? Also, HUGE shout out to MelodyRose4 (my FAVORITE reviewer and newest author here!) and CassTurn for consistently reviewing my chapters! I really appreciate you guys!***