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Chapter 1: Fever
Ezra pried his eyelids open. His normally electric blue eyes were dull and glazed. He coughed and moaned, as his throat was sore.
"Kid I swear-", Zeb grumbled at the disturbance.
He cut himself off when he heard the boy's labored breathing. There was a distinct rattle to the wheezing breath. It was almost as if he was in pain.
"Kid, you okay?" he asked in concern.
When he received no response, he stood up from where he lay on his bed, beneath Ezra's. He looked up at his bunkmate.
"Zeb…" the boy moaned.
"Karabast…Kanan!" the Lasat shouted.
He laid a gentle hand on the fifteen year-old's forehead. He was burning up! Kanan burst into the room, followed closely by Sabine and Hera.
"What is it?" he asked urgently.
"Ezra." Zeb replied.
Hera rushed forward to assess his condition.
"Not good, not good." she reported, her voice quivering.
"Bad?" Kanan asked.
Hera turned her worried gaze on Kanan. No words were needed. With the help of Zeb, Hera carried him to the med-bay. Kanan sighed and ran a hand through his hair, which was untied. He returned to his room and changed into his regular clothes, tying his hair up. He checked up on Ezra, and Hera reported his condition without looking up from where she was working.
"Fever is through the roof, and he's having trouble breathing." she said.
He turned to where his young Padawan lay. Ahsoka was fitting an oxygen mask over his nose and mouth, and he could see the boy's breath fogging up the inside of the apparatus. A cool wet cloth was draped over his forehead. Ezra shifted and moaned, clenching his eyes tightly closed. Sabine rested a hand on his cheek.
"Shh. It's okay Ez." she murmured.
Kanan's eyes widened in surprise. He had never heard Sabine call Ezra by name. Since when were they on a nickname basis? Ahsoka had called Bail Organa over the comlink.
"Sir? There's been a slight incident on the Ghost." she hedged.
"What's happened?" he asked.
"The Bridger boy is very ill. Permission to stop on Lothal." she asked.
"Granted." he replied.
The ships landed at Visago's camp, hoping to buy medicine.
"Hmm. Sounds like Sun Fever." the senator explained to Kanan and Hera.
"Named for the fever it causes, it is a childhood disease contracted by children on Lothal." Sabine piped up.
"Very good Sabine." he complimented.
"But, Ezra is fifteen." Zeb said confused.
"He probably never had it as a kid. It's hitting twice as hard as it would a child." Ahsoka chimed in.
"He needs antibiotics, and fast." Hera said.
"We know. But Ezra owes Visago a favor." Zeb said.
"I'm sure we can work something out." Kanan said optimistically.
"With Visago? Good luck with that." Hera scoffed.