Ezra didn't wake up the next day.

A FEW MINUTES EARLIER…

"Ezra?" Hera asked quietly as she slipped into her room. "Are you awake?" When she got no answer, she set down her tray and gently felt Ezra's forehead. She frowned when it seemed so warm. Gently, she rolled him over to face her—and gasped. He was pale—almost white—and soaked in sweat. His breathing was ragged and uneven. She reached for her commlink and flicked it on. "Zeb, get down to my room. Kanan, prep the medbay. Sabine, you're in charge of flying the Ghost."

"Is something wrong?" Zeb asked.

"Just get down here." Hera slipped her commlink back on her belt and leaned down to brush Ezra's cheek. "Hang in there," she whispered.

Ezra groaned and leaned into Hera's grasp.

Kanan frowned at the strange call. As he walked to the medbay, he reached for his commlink. "Hera," he began, "would you mid explaining this?"

No answer.

Kanan's frown deepened. Something wasn't right.

Hera nearly melted with relief when she saw Zeb's large form. "I need you to carry Ezra to the medbay," she told him as soon as he was within earshot.

Zeb frowned. "The medbay? Is the kid okay?"

Hera shook her head. "I don't think so."

Still slightly hesitant, Zeb gently leaned over and lifted Ezra's small form. He was lighter than usual, probably due to fact that he hadn't eaten in a while.

Ezra groaned and his eyes flickered open. He stared up at the Lasat, blue eyes looking faded and tired. "Zeb?" he quietly asked.

Zeb felt his ears fall. "Um…yea? You okay kid?"

Ezra shivered, violently. "Yea," he managed to croak out before a coughing fit shook his body.

Zeb winced. Gently, he carried Ezra to the medbay.

Kanan felt his breath catch when he saw Ezra's shivering form.

Zeb gently laid him down on the bed while Hera fitted an oxygen mask. she turned to Kanan, realizing that he was standing in the doorway. They made eye contact—Kanan thought he saw tears—before Hera rushed out to make a holocall.

Hera ran to the cockpit and switched on the holoprojector. A holo of a green female twi'lekk—much resembling her—filled the room.

"Hera!" she greeted the pilot with a smile. "So good to see you, my cousin. How is the Rebellion so far?"

Hera shook her head. "I didn't call you to talk, Etta. I need help.

Etta's normally cheerful face clouded. "What seems to be the problem?" she asked.

"One of my crew is sick. I don't know what's wrong with him but it's bad."

"Has he eaten anything?"

Hera shook her head.

"Give me your coordinates and I'll meet you at your ship."

Hera shook her head again. "It's too risky," she admitted. "If the Empire catches this transmission Ezra won't be the only one in trouble. I'll send Chopper to come and get you. Where are you at?"

Etta quickly gave her location.

Hera thanked her and hung up. She rushed to the medbay where Chopper, Zeb, and Kanan waited. "Chop, can you bring someone to the Ghost for me? she's a doctor and she can help."

Chopper nodded and rushed out the door without a single complaint.

The droid maneuvered the crowded streets of Capital City until he came to Old Jho's restaurant. He rolled inside and searched the crowds for the doctor Hera had mentioned. "'She looks just like me'," Chopper quoted in a mocking tone. "That'll help a lot." He was so angry that he didn't notice that he ran into a green Twi'lekk in a long, brown robe.

"Excuse me," the Twi'lekk began, stopping Chopper. "Are you Hera's droid?"

Chopper looked up and warbled a yes.

The twi'lekk, Etta, nearly melted with relief. "Thank goodness. "I'm Hera's cousin. I believe she sent you to escort me to the Ghost."

Chopper confirmed and showed her back to the Ghost, telling her all about how he came to get help and how he was the hero.

Etta didn't bother trying to deny any of his statements.

The two made it to the Ghost in little time. Hera met them at the entry ramp, her face melting with relief.

"Thank goodness you're here," Hera muttered.

"Where is you crew member?" Etta asked, not bothering to greet her cousin.

Hera led her to the Medbay.

"Who's she?" Zeb asked when Etta walked in.

"This is Etta, my cousin. She was training to be a healer at the Jedi Temple. She can help."

Etta kneeled next to Ezra, gently brushing his hair away from his forehead. "You didn't tell me that he was a child," she told her cousin, a hint of worry in her voice. "This may complicate things."

"Wait," Zeb interrupted. "What do you mean by complicate?"

Etta turned to the others who were watching her. "If you don't mind, I am going to have to ask you to leave."

Zeb growled threateningly. "I do mind, as a matter a fact."

Kanan laid a hand on Zeb's shoulder, giving him that don't argue look.

Zeb, Sabine, and Chopper sulked out the door leaving Kanan, Hera, and Etta alone.

"Hera, master Jedi, I am afraid that your crew member is very sick. It is a likely possibility that he will not make it."

Hera felt her breath stop. "Is there anything we can do?" Hera asked, perhaps slightly too desperately for her taste.

Etta sighed but shook her head. "As long as he's unconscious there is nothing we can do. Just make sure he's as comfortable as possible."

Hera buried her face in Kanan's shoulder.

All were too distracted to notice an eavesdropper crawl out of the shadows and head to the medbay.

Sorry this took so long. I have a bad case of writer's block on this fic. But only two more chapters left! Thanks for all your support!

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