Ezra's POV
Ezra woke up dead. Well, not really. He felt dead though. His head felt fuzzy and he had a huge headache. His lungs felt like they were about to explode and his whole body felt like Zeb punched him all night. Then he just remembered he had to clean the fuselage pipes today. He groaned. Right when he put his head up, it felt like someone put a weight on it. Com'on Ezra. You've had worse. You lived on the streets. Then, once he jumped to the ground, it was like his legs forgot how to work and he fell to the ground.
Boom! He thumped to the ground. Once he groggily gut up he winced, preparing for Zeb to punch for waking him up. But it never came. So he opened his eyes to see... no one. "They must all be up." He realized. Then he groaned again. Once he got up again, he slowly made his way to the pipe ventalage room.
"Finally decided to get up Sleeping Beauty?" Zeb teased. Ezra felt so bad he couldn't even make a smart remark. He was just trying to walk without falling. Zeb gave him a questioning glance, but he ignored it. Then Ezra got his tools and started to work. "You need any help kid?" Zeb asked, but all Ezra could do was slowly shake his head. Zeb gave another weird stare, but walked away after awhile. Oh no. Ezra couldn't take it anymore. His head felt like it was going to explode. Then, he fell to ground for what felt like an eternity. He could hear Zeb yelling for Kanan in the background, and then he finally passed out.
"Uuuuhhh." Ezra groaned. When his eyes adjusted to the bright light, he found himself waking up in the hospital room of the Ghost with everyone surrounding him with worried looks on their faces. Then Kanan realized Ezra just woke up. "You feeling okay kiddo?" "Yup. just fine." He lied. Then he went into a coughing fit that didn't help his case. Then Hera moved some of his locks away from his sweaty face. "You know Ezra, you can tell us anything." Hera said softly. "Everyone gets sick, and when they do, we help them, but we can't if they don't let us help them." "Really, I'm fine. Never better." He smiled. But they all looked at each other with concerned faces. "In fact, I'm gonna go finish my job that I was supposed to do." Then he tried to get up, but Kanan immediately pushed him back down. "No, you need to rest. Zeb's gonna finish you're job for you." Anger started to flare up inside of him. "You don't need to treat me like a child ! I told you, I'm not sick!" Then Kanan looked at Hera and motioned with his fingers for them to leave the room. That left just him and Kanan. "Ezra, it's just you and me. You can tell me why you don't want us to know why you're sick." Then Ezra got in a sitting position which took all his strength. "For the millionenth time, I'm not sick." "Ezra, you're my padawan, I can feel you're pain." It took Ezra a few seconds to think of a lie. "Yeah because I hit my head when I fell." Then Kanan shook his head sadly and laughed. "Why do you have to be so stubborn?" "Well, I learned from the best." Ezra says with a smirk. Then Kanan laughed too, hiding his worry. Then he ruffled Ezra's hair. "Well, get some rest Ezra." "Okay, but don't expect me too sleep long." But once his head hit the pillow, his eyes closed and Kanan could hear quiet snoring. Then he heard the familiar swish of the ship's door. "How's he holding up?" Hera asked. He turned to see worry in her eyes. "I can feel his sickness, but for some reason he doesn't want us to know he's sick."Then Kanan looked at her with real concern. "Hera, this is really bad." They both looked at Ezra, both worried for their littlest member of the crew.