I'm on tumblr as loth-cat, and now and then I will open up prompts and take h/c themed ones to write. They generally end up 500-1k words, and are a little less polished than my fic.

Index -
Chapter 1 - In Princess of Lothal, Leia gets a little hurt (grazed in a firefight) and when they're back on the Ghost, Sabine applies her Academy-taught medical treatment.
Chapter 2 - Sabine nursing a sick Hera who's lost her voice.
Chapter 3 - Ezra with the flu and Zeb taking care of him
Chapter 4 - Ezra gets hypothermia and Zeb and Kanan rescue him.
Chapter 5 - Sabine is worried when she can tell Ketsu is hurt and hiding it.

Prompt by SpaceyQuill
"Maybe in Princess of Lothal, Leia gets a little hurt (maybe grazed in a firefight) and when they're back on the Ghost, Sabine applies her Academy-taught medical treatment?"

Leia barely felt the initial hit, and it didn't feel like she'd imagine getting grazed by a blaster bolt would. It was more that it felt like getting struck on the upper arm. Ryder Azadi didn't slow down and neither did she, running up the ramp past the Lasat and the Mandalorian, Zeb and Sabine Wren she remembered distantly. And then the pain hit. It was like a brand in her shoulder radiating down her arm and she sucked in a shaky breath. She must have made some sort of sound because the taller man released her wrist and then turned to give her an odd look. He didn't have time to say anything, Zeb was dragging both disguised freedom fighters up and into the hold and they had to move back out of the way.

Out of the way seemed like an excellent idea and Leia backed a little further away. It was hard to pay attention with the pain searing into her and throbbing with her heartbeat. She should do something, say something, but she wasn't sure exactly what. She nearly jerked back as she was suddenly staring into her own eyes reflected in the black eyeslit of a painted helmet, then the helmet was being tugged off and she was being looked at with concern.

"You got hit? Come on. The first aid kit's this way. They can handle it here." Sabine touched her gently on her good shoulder, steering her back and away from the others.

Leia nodded dumbly, allowing herself to be led and taking a seat on a crate when Sabine nudged her down.

"Going to cut some of your sleeve away to get to it and get it clean. Looks shallow, shouldn't even scar. This will sting a little." Sabine kept her voice even, talking her way through each motion as she deftly snipped enough of the cloth away to swab the blaster burn clean and then applied the bacta patch. "Just breathe and stay with me, it'll start feeling better real soon."

Leia nodded again, letting out a shaky breath "S-sorry. I'm not… not." She hated the way her voice wavered, trying to steady it. Staying calm in the face of chaos was a powerful tool.

"Not used to being shot? Don't worry. Most people aren't. You're doing fine." Sabine squeezed her good shoulder and then seemed to consider, before pulling Leia into a half hug.

Leia pressed her face hard against the other young woman's shoulder, feeling the shoulder plate against her cheek as she closed her eyes tight against tears that threatened.

Sabine didn't move, still speaking evenly, as if this happened every day. "If you're going to make a habit of going into hot zones you should probably upgrade your wardrobe. Armor plating might be a little obvious, but some of the reinforced meshes are getting better and aren't that much thicker than the cloth you have now. With a clever designer no one would even know, and you'd be more protected."

Eventually the bacta patch finally started doing its job, it had felt like it had taken a short eternity though she knew it had likely been less than a few minutes. She took a steadying breath, starting to pull away. Sabine didn't try to hold on, just gave her a once over.

"Let me put another bandage over that so it's not so obvious, and a cold cloth for your face. And don't worry, even when a hit doesn't get through my armor I'm still jittering afterwards like someone poured a week's worth of stims into my caf." Sabine wound the bandages over the patch, working gently as she sealed them down.

"Thank you." Leia said, glad her voice was steady now. It helped that there was no real pity in the way Sabine was looking at her. It made everything seem strangely normal. It was a comfort, and at the same time a small part of her shuddered at the implication that it was normal. She knew Sabine was barely older than her, how often had she been the one trying to hold things together while someone else patched her up?

"Not a problem." Sabine's smile was warm. "Lets get that cold cloth. You can tell me how these sorts of missions usually go for you."

"There's usually a good bit less shooting." Leia said with a small smile "And far more just attempting to kill me with boredom during bureaucratic proceedings. I am not sure which is worse."

"Even after this? Sabine sounded amused.

"Even so." Leia followed in Sabine's wake. Soon other than the bandage and the tear in her sleeve there would be no sign anything had happened, and she was grateful for that. She'd always had a knack for knowing what people needed to see her as, to know what part to play. Spoiled senator's daughter, obedient and forgettable passenger, politician and commander. And right now the cell needed an ally, not an injured princess.