A.N: I wasn't able to uploud yesterday because fanfiction wouldn't let me upload to oc manager, weird huh? I need that Rebels S4 mid season trailer LIKE MY LIFE DEPENDS ON IT!
Eye of Sparta: The imperial invasion is going to be more dramatic then it was, I'll give you that.
Mogor: Nitza's got a large support group, she should be feeling better soon.
Lynn Friedman Kinsey: How you figure out the email thing soon, glad you're back. Party was fun! I love Zeb!
Melissa: Oh no, I hope your New Year was better then Christmas. Saw can be off his rocker, yeah. Nitza is a strong baby child precious, so pure.
Alejandra: The show has Ezra coming a long way from orphan to Jedi in four seasons. We can at least say Bendu is trying, gold star for him. It's Kanan vs Bendu for dad position! Ding, ding, ding!
I don't own Star Wars, just Nitza.
Under the Weather
part 3
Hera waited with anticipation at the foot of the Ghost. Zeb and Sabine were nearby getting some crates together to make makeshift tables and seats to use for the lesson. Chopper suddenly came around the Ghost, his antenna spinning as he said something in droid speak. Hera smiled at him and told the other two members, "They're coming."
Excited, Sabine and Zeb looked up, past the Transponder border and over the hill. At first, the ones waiting were all smiling as they saw Kanan and Ezra ride in on their speeders with Nitza. But then all frowned, noticing how Nitza was laying up against Ezra, eyes closed. The two Jedi stopped in front of their friends and climbed off their speeders, Ezra struggling a little with Nitza in his arms.
Hera walked up to them with Sabine and Zeb following. Kanan stopped in front of them, being the first to say, "She's got a fever. It manifested from a cold she contracted from someone here when she last visited."
Everyone surrounded Ezra, now worried as they looked at Nitza. They could hear her heavy breathing a cough came out of her, sounding hoarse and wet. Hera took her glove off to feel Nitza's sweaty forehead. "My gosh that is high" Hera said surprised as she retreated her hand.
"In the span of what, three days?" Sabine calculated, "But how?"
"She hasn't been around people for a while so she's probably not immune," Zeb suggested, "And who knows how long it's been since she got vaccinated."
"If she ever got vaccinated..." Sabine added.
Nitza suddenly stirred, giving a groan of discomfort. Hera said, "We should get her to the Medical Bay of—"
"Hera," Zeb cut her off, "She hated that place remember." Hera crossed her arms, looking at Nitza sadly as she remembered the girl's fear of waking up locked in a giant ship. "And she's only used to being in the Ghost and the Raider."
Chopper made a suggestion, to which Sabine responded, "She could stay in the Ghost, but what if we have a mission soon?"
Hera said, "Commander Sato doesn't have us scheduled for anything for the next few days, but if we do have to get called in as backup for another mission we may have to move her."
Kanan told her with a light hearted tone, "Maybe by the time we do get called in, she'll be better and we won't have to worry."
Hera gave him a raised eyebrow, wondering why Kanan wanted to end the conversation. Then she figured it was because they should get Nitza help as soon as possible. "Ever the optimist, but ok. Ezra, hand Nitza to Zeb. I want you to go get checked up at the Medical bay to make sure you don't start developing a fever."
Ezra, who had been staring off into the distance, suddenly blinked his eyes to focus and listened into the conversation, saying, "What?"
Everyone looked at Ezra, realizing he had not spoken since he and Kanan had come back. "Is everything ok, kid?" Zeb asked.
"Ye-no. I mean—I'm worried about Nitza." No one wanted to argue the excuse because of the pressing task they had at hand, but Kanan felt through the force there was something else going on.
Hera cut in to his thoughts, "We all are, but I need you to focus. Can you go up to make sure you didn't get contagious?"
"I'm feeling fine Hera. I want to be here and help."
"And you will help, but not with you next morning coughing and sneezing. Go now. Besides, I need you to get the necessary prescriptions for Nitza to get better as well as vitamins to keep us all from getting sick since we're taking care of her."
As Ezra handed Nitza to Zeb he said determined, "Got it." He left with Zeb holding Nitza laying against his chest.
Hera then instructed the other two, "Zeb, put her down on the extra bed in my room. Get her two blankets. Sabine if you have any more old clothing left, do you mind if—"
"Of course she can wear it," Sabine assured her. "I got a long sleeve. With that and those blankets she can sweat out that fever easier."
"Perfect," Hera said, "Please change her out of her rags into those. I'll be right with you." Taking Nitza, the two went into the Ghost, leaving Hera with Kanan. She glared at the man, and though he couldn't see, he could feel those green eyes baring down into his soul.
He slightly took a step back and asked surprised, "What did I do?"
"Nothing yet, but you will take me to this…" Hera clenched her teeth and said, "This stupid... caretaker of hers. I've had enough—"
"And I have my problems with him too. But he has his reasons. For being in the wild, with no access to medicine, there was nothing he could to for Nitza but let her try and rest."
"But waiting it out turned a cold to a fever, Kanan. He never once thought to come to us?"
"He said Nitza told him she didn't want us to worry about her." Hera relaxed a bit, but still felt peeved that Nitza thought she would be a burden. Kanan put both hands on her shoulders and said, "Lets help her, ok?" He wanted the argument to stop, and Hera knew he had a reason.
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The last thing Nitza fully remembered was Ezra carrying her out of her hollow and the clinking of metal. She then went in and out of consciousness hearing voices and feeling herself being carried all around. She felt herself shiver with cold and sometimes cough or sneeze. She was still feeling sick.
When she fully awoke again she felt herself being placed by furry arms on a soft surface, sitting up against a wall. Her eyes opened to see a blur of colors in front of her as she felt herself being changed out of her old cloths. When she felt a long sleeve clothing being placed on her, that's when her eyes adjusted to see a familiar face. "Sabine?"
"Hey…" the girl said with a smile. Finished putting on the long sleeve bottoms and then said, "Lay down."
Feeling extremely tired still, Nitza didn't argue. She just let herself fall on her side on the soft, well cushioned surface. She closed her eyes and smiled, giving a slight hum of relaxation that made Sabine chuckle a little. Hearing heavy footsteps, Nitza opened her eyes again. This time she didn't only see the newcomer, but the place she was in. The fact that Zeb was also there as well as seeing familiar grey walls kept the girl from sitting up in fear of seeing an unfamiliar space. "Is this the Ghost…." She asked groggily.
"Yep. You're in Hera's room on the spare bed." Zeb said as he placed not one but two large navy colored blankets on her. Sabine helped spread them out so they covered every inch of the little girl. Nitza gave a sigh again, feeling less cold then before and pulling the blankets closer. Then she went back to thinking about how she got there. "Where is Ezra?"
"Getting you medicine." Hera said as she walked in. Sabine and Zeb stood behind her as the women kneeled down to be eye level with the sick child. "How you feeling?"
"Tired, tired…?" She said, slightly confused yet optimistic. She yawned, giving one last, "Tired."
Hera smiled, stroking the girl on the head and saying, "Sleep now ok, you'll probably feel better in the morning."
Nitza's mind began to spring to life a little hearing those words. Ezra said something around getting better, but Nitza couldn't grasp it fully. At first, she was ok with it but only because she could barely process it. Now that she was more awake, she realized something. She was being taken care of. No she didn't want them to worry for her! Nitza sat up on the bed all of sudden, spooking the crew a bit. "No, no! I didn't—I don't want you to…. worry…." The sudden movement had made her dizzy and she almost fell forward. Hera caught her and gently laid her down again. Sabine fixed the blankets over her as Hera explained, "It's ok, it's ok. We want to help. Just sleep." And Nitza was out like a light.
A.N: Sleep little child, the space family will take care of you. Also, Hera is on the verge of going hell or fury on Bendu. Good thing Kanan gave Bendu's reason, but he was with Hera almost on that decision. As for the space kids, they're making sure our child getting ready to feel better, and Ezra… hmmm, wonder what's on his mind. I'm KikaKatTIOI, peace out!
