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Sward was busying himself going through the medkit while Ezra held Sabine’s hand. Ezra was curious about the man, but he wanted Sabine to have his full attention, though she was holding his hand in a fiercely crushing crip.
“You’re going to be okay,” he assured her.
She just bit her lip and nodded. Her eyes were glazed over with pain, and he wasn’t even sure how much of this she was taking in.
Sward motioned for Ezra to come over, and he handed him a pair of scissors.
“Get her clothes and armor off around the wounds,” Sward said in a soft, rolling accent that some people probably found attractive.
Ezra didn’t know why, but he immediately deferred to him despite being high ranking, and said, “Yes, sir.” There was just something about him, like he knew exactly what he was doing. Even with the dark circles under his eyes he was ready to help.
“So what’s your real name?” Ezra asked as he took the dented and burned tasset off of Sabine’s right thigh. She grabbed him when he did that, her grip still crushing despite how exhausted she must be.
“Cassian Andor, but don’t talk about that too much, eh?”
Ezra was looking at Sabine’s wounds—he had no other choice—as he cut some of her tight-fitting clothes away. She gripped him for that too, and he was starting to regret being here just a bit. He’d have bruises from her. Karabast.
“Well, I’m Ezra, and this is Sabine.”
“Thank you for saving me,” Cassian said.
He came over with some supplies, and Ezra looked at what he had. “Uh… I’m not sure bacta spray’s going to do the trick here.”
“There’s not much else we can do. She needs real medical attention, which she won’t be able to get till we land at base.”
“Which base are you from?” Ezra asked, taking Sabine’s hand again, intertwining their fingers.
“That’s classified.”
Ezra thought those might’ve been some of the two coolest words he’d ever heard. But he did his best to not react, and shifted his focus to Sabine.
She cried out, and heaved a dry sob, her other hand reaching out for Ezra as well, finding his shoulder, as Cassian sprayed the bacta spray over her leg. Ezra then had to hold her arms away from her body as he sprayed her side.
Stars, she was crushing his fingers.
Ezra felt the inner corners of his eyes prick with unshed tears just watching Sabine be in this much pain. She was pale and sweaty, and her wounds were gruesome—black and red burned flesh. When he looked at her thigh he thought maybe he saw some white. It was almost enough to make him sick. But he tried to focus on the slight pain she was causing him from holding on too tightly.
“So I understand you’re a Jedi,” Cassian said as he went back over to the med kit. Hopefully he was grabbing something else that would help the pain.
“How do you know?”
“Spy.”
“Right.”
In truth it was because Ezra had his lightsaber buckled to his belt, but he was too distracted to even think of that.
Cassian came over with a hemosponge and started mopping up some of the blood. Next, he applied a burn salve, and Ezra winced just watching.
“Please tell me we can do more than this to help her.”
Sabine tried to rise off the bed when Cassian was putting the burn salve on her leg, and Ezra had to lean over to hold her down. His face was closer to hers now, and he could feel her strained breaths on his face.
“It’s okay, Sabine. It’s okay. Just look at me, all right? You’re going to get through this.”
Her eyes met his, and Ezra gave her a slight nod. Good. She was doing good.
“There is,” Cassian answered, surprising Ezra who had almost forgotten all about his question.
He bandaged what he could after applying bacta patches as he grumbled about the kit not having a field cauterizer (to Ezra it looked cauterized enough as it was, but maybe not because she was still bleeding). Next, he had Ezra hold a chill pac to her side, while Cassian rested one on her leg.
Sabine winced, and Ezra asked, “Am I holding it too tightly?”
“No, no… You’re good. Just… hurts.”
“Looks like that’s an understatement,” Ezra told her.
“It is.”
“Cassian,” Ezra began, “you mind finding out how long of a trip we have? Besides, I’m sure our captain, Hera, would love to talk to you.”
“Of course. Let me know if she needs anything else.”
“Maybe you should get checked out,” Ezra said. “Your face doesn’t look too good.”
“It’ll heal.”
Cassian left, and it was just Sabine and Ezra.
“Feeling any better?” he asked her.
“Maybe a little.”
“You were really brave, Sabine,” Ezra said, voice soft.
“You were too.”
“Thanks, but I didn’t have to do much. Wearing a disguise is pretty easy. But you, you took one for the team, and for someone we didn’t even know.”
“He’s nice,” Sabine commented.
“Yeah. It’s too bad he can’t join our crew. Probably has another secret mission somewhere soon.”
“Probably.”
Sabine was still gazing at Ezra, still squeezing his hand. He tried to pry his grip from hers, but she only held on tighter, a whimper leaving her mouth.
“Sorry,” Ezra said. “Sorry. Maybe try to relax.”
Sabine shot him a look that would’ve killed him from twelve systems away even if he was in a reinforced durasteel room.
“Okay, okay, just… breathe.”
She tried taking in a deep breath, but winced. Ezra had felt her side moving beneath his hand. Not sure what to do he leaned in and pressed his forehead against hers, taking deep breaths himself. Maybe knowing someone was with her, and hearing them do it would calm her a bit.
Her grip lessened somewhat, but Ezra still swore he was going to need some physical therapy after.
Their noses brushed together, and then, to Ezra’s utmost surprise, Sabine’s lips were pressed against his. The kiss was soft, filled with exhaustion, but Ezra was kissing back in no time, his body catching up to what was going on before his mind did.
He pulled away, smiling at her, feeling a blush rise on his cheeks.
“What was that?” he asked.
“Sorry, maybe I shouldn’t have—”
Ezra kissed her then, letting her know it was completely okay.
He heard Sabine’s door open, but didn’t much care.
“Hera said it’ll be another… Oh. Oh. I’ll just…”
Cassian left, and Ezra couldn’t help but laugh against Sabine’s mouth. Sabine’s breath hitched in what might have been a pained giggle.
“You think he’ll tell anyone?” Ezra wondered.
“Well, he is a spy. Maybe he can keep this secret too.”
Ezra tilted his head, thinking hard. “Then again, it wouldn’t surprise me if Kanan already knew. You know, the Force and all that.”
“We’ll never live this down.”
“Oh, definitely not.”
“Good.”
Ezra kissed her forehead, then her nose, and then her lips again, all of it feeling so right somehow. All the while, he held the cold pac against her injured side.
“Hey, at least you were distracted,” Ezra supplied.
“Then keep me distracted.”
“Mm… You should probably rest. But I’ll stay with you. I promise.”
Sabine gave a small nod, and pressed her forehead to his again. It wasn’t till later that Sabine would tell Ezra that was a Mandalorian form of a kiss, of companionship, and it had helped her in so many ways.