Kanan could tell something was wrong. When he placed a bowl of crushed May Fruit in front of Ezra, the kid didn't eat it. When Kanan placed Ezra's wooden spoon in front of him, Ezra didn't pick it up and swing it around.

"Kid?" Kanan asked as he placed a shaky hand on Ezra's forehead. Ezra's forehead was hot. Far hotter than what it should have been.

"Oh no," Kanan whispered. He took a deep breath, and tried not to panic. Ezra was sick. Alright…not a big deal. Just like at the temple, or running an operation Kanan knew that the most important thing was to not panic. Don't panic. Don't panic.

Ezra wheezed a slow, and shallow exhale. "Pa…pa."

And Kanan started to panic.

"Oh no. Oh no. Oh no." Kanan glanced around, his kid had a fever. He didn't have any medicine, and all he had were experience with blaster wounds, not colds. How could kids a young as Ezra even get sick? What kind of twisted galaxy did they live in where kids like Ezra could get sick? What the he-

Ezra wheezed again, and shook. "Pa…pa," he said again.

Without hesitation, Kanan gently picked Ezra up and cradled him. "It's gonna be alright buddy. It's gonna be fine. You're gonna be fine."

Kanan needed to bring that fever down. He didn't have any medicine, but he did have some ice from his freezing unit. Something he slapped together from old parts. He grabbed a small piece of ice from the unit, and rolled it around in his hands, it melted into a small pool of water.

"This should help that fever a little bit." Kanan ran his wet hands against Ezra's bare back, and the little boy shuttered. "Shhh…" Kanan said. "It's alright. You're alright."

He needed medicine. He needed a doctor. Ezra couldn't breathe. Every sound that kid made was wheezy and congested.

Ezra squirmed and moaned, and clutched at Kanan's beard. "Pa…pa."

Kanan didn't even wince at being called Papa, not this time at least. Ezra was what was most important right now.

"Shh…" Kanan said as he gently placed Ezra's head on his shoulder. "I'm here. Papa's here, alright? He's gonna take care of you."

Taking care of adults was easy, they just sucked it up and dealt with whatever ailments they had, and if it were really serious then it'd be taken care of. Babies were different, they couldn't speak yet, and Kanan didn't really know what he could do to ease Ezra's discomfort.

The fever had gone down, slightly. Kanan could try and go out to the market place, maybe search for some medicine. But Ezra was too young for adult medicine, it might make things worse, and Lothal didn't really have children's medicine. You'd have to go off world for that. That wasn't really an option. He couldn't leave Ezra alone, and the kid was in no condition to go anywhere, let alone in space.

Kanan took a deep breath. Don't panic. Don't panic.

Ezra wheezed, and coughed, and shook.

A doctor? Kanan thought. There were a few doctors in the city, Kanan had even seen some of them tending to the wounds of the Stormtroopers. He could go see one, but they were rare, almost impossible to even speak to one let alone get one to examine you.

Ezra wheezed, and let his head fall into Kanan's neck. The kid wouldn't stop shivering.

"Kid," Kanan said, "I'm getting you to a doctor."