Chapter 1: Vigil
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Sabine coughed roughly, her nose too clogged to breathe through. She felt terrible. According to Hera, she'd caught the flu. While they'd all had their shots, Ezra and herself had had and allergic reaction to one of the components of the vaccine. It was semi-rare for this to occur, but of course the two were in the unlucky minority. But Ezra, knowing full well it was contagious and that he was susceptible to the virus himself, stayed by her side and took care of her. Despite multiple attempts at making him leave, he refused. He was just so stubborn. Even though the others had offered, as they weren't in any danger, he'd declined. He insisted that everyone had worked hard enough, with Hera still having headaches every once in a while from her accident the previous week, and Zeb having exhausted himself just days before. Kanan had offered, but Ezra had told him to go take care of Hera, which basically meant no. They were all concerned about him, including Sabine, because the more time he spent with her, the more likely it was for him to fall ill as well. And after an incident when he was young that Ezra had told Kanan about, he'd had his spleen removed, which meant the flu would hit him twice as hard. Heck, even the sniffles could put him out of commission for a day.
Sabine looked up at the sound of her door to see Ezra with a tray. On it was a glass of milk, a bowl of steaming hot soup, and a little medicine cup.
"Lunchtime," he said in a sing-songy voice.
The older girl smiled lazily.
"Hi. Thanks, I'm starving," she murmured.
He gave a twitch of the lip, almost grinning. He was tired, she could tell, the poor kid. She begged him to get some rest, but he shook his head. He sat in a little chair Kanan had brought in for him and watched with dull, exhausted blue eyes as she ate.
"Why do you always bring me food? Not that I don't appreciate it, but shouldn't you eat something?" she inquired.
"Well, you know what they say. 'St-,"
"If the next words that leave your mouth are 'starve a cold, feed a fever,' I will shoot you. In the face," she warned.
He gulped.
"Okay then," he breathed.
She smirked triumphantly. He'd said it at least eight times in the past two days.
He let his head fall back against the wall, sighing. He let out a huge yawn.
"Get some rest already," she berated him.
"Pfft, I'm not even tired," he said.
*Jump cut* *Narrator voice: Ten Minutes Later*
Ezra snored softly. His head was tilted toward Sabine. She smiled. It didn't look too comfortable, but at least he was sleeping.
The door hissed and Kanan entered.
"Ho-," he began, somewhat loudly.
"Shh!" Sabine hushed him.
He froze, seeing Ezra roll so that his back was facing the door. He shivered slightly.
"How're you doing?" he whispered.
"Still bad, but better than before," she admitted.
He nodded, moving to Ezra. He pulled a blanket down from above Sabine's bed and threw it over him. The boy instinctively curled into its warmth, making Kanan grin.
"I'll be back in a bit to check on you two," he said quietly, winking at Sabine.
A/N
Me: Why must I always do this to myself? I SHIP IT!
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Me: None of your business that's who.
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