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Delusions of a Laser Brain

"Look, Ezra! Fairies!" Sabine pointed into the air, waving her fingers.

"Huh? I don't see any fairies," Ezra replied, squinting.

"Oh, they're there. I can see 'em."

"Hush, Sabine. You're seeing things. You're too sick." Ezra felt her forehead. "You're running a fever."

"You're running a fever," Sabine said. She smacked his hand away.

"I'm not, you goof." Ezra rubbed his hand where she'd slapped it.

"Ezra, why's it raining?"

"It's not, Sabine. Be quiet and take your medicine."

"Why's my hair wet?" Sabine ran her fingertips through her hair.

"You just took a shower," Ezra replied.

"Woah, I did? I didn't know I could do that!"

"Um, you can," Ezra replied, not quite sure how to deal with the delusional teen.

"No, Ezra, I swear, it's raining." Sabine looked him seriously in the eye.

"It's not," Ezra insisted, holding out a spoonful of medicine to soothe Sabine's fever. "Now take this and shut up." Sabine complied and swallowed, then hit Ezra on the head with the spoon.

"Do you have a hard head?" She asked.

"I like to think I do, but let's not test that out, okay?" Ezra pried the spoon from her grasp.

"Okay. I seriously think it's raining. I can hear it."

"That's Chopper. He's welding."

"What?! I want to weld something!" Sabine jumped out of her bed and grabbed her helmet off the small side table. Wearing nothing but a too big nightgown of Hera's that hung off her shoulder, Sabine flew out the door to go "weld something".

"Sabine! Get back here!" Ezra shouted, bolting after the sick girl. "Kanan! Assistance is required!" Ezra found Sabine with a torque-wrench in hand, attempting to take off Chopper's leg. The droid was shrieking and poking at her head, but Sabine's head was protected by her helmet. Kanan found the trio just as Ezra had seized Sabine by the armpits and was dragging her away from the angry droid.

"No, no!" The delusional teen yelled as the 15-year-old drug her away. "I wanna weld Chopper!"

"Sabine, taking Chopper's leg off is not welding." Kanan wrestled the torque-wrench from her hand and tossed it aside. Picking her up almost effortlessly, he cradled her in a tight grip as he carted her back to her bunk, Ezra trailing unceremoniously behind. "Seriously, Ezra, we gave you one job. One job!" Kanan scolded the boy over Sabine's shrieks of protest.

"I didn't mean to!" Ezra protested, throwing his hands up. Kanan dumped Sabine on her bed and walked out.

"Keep Sabine in her bed. I'm serious."

"Yes, Master," Ezra replied.

"Ezra, I think there's a spider on your head." Sabine reached out and smacked his nose.

"Ow! What'd you do that for?"

"There was a spider." Sabine looked proud of herself.

"Stop hitting me," Ezra snapped, rubbing his nose. Sabine cocked her head.

"Why?"

"Because it hurts."

"Hmm. It shouldn't." Sabine stroked her chin. "Look, Ezra! There's a flying thing!"

"Sabine. You're delusional. Go to sleep. You'll feel better in the morning." Ezra rubbed his temples, not sure of how much more he could take.

"No, Ezra, seriously, I need something frozen." Sabine looked serious, but her eyes were glazed over in a sick way.

"What?" Ezra pushed her down onto her bed, and tossed a blanket over her.

"But, Ezra, don't you have a cat?"

"Sabine!"

"What?!"

"Go to sleep, you laser brain."