Hey guys! Told you I wouldn't leave you hanging for long! Now I get to make you all cry with what I have planned! Sorry about the short chapter, but its fluffy, so enjoy the fluffiness!

Ezra looked so blasted fragile.

That was that was going through Hera's head as she stroked the unconscious boy's forehead in a futile attempt to ease some of his discomfort.

When Ezra had collapsed, Kanan caught him before he had hit the ground, and it was then that both Hera and Kanan both realized that Ezra was burning up. Deciding to get him looked at, Kanan carried Ezra to the Liberator's medcenter.

Now, they were waiting for a diagnosis. Ezra appeared to be in so much pain, and judging by Kanan's worried expression, the older Jedi could sense it. The boy was now a sickly grey color, and the only movements that came from him was his constant shivering and his hands gripping the sheets. Kanan squeezed the padawan's hand in order to relieve some of the pressure and to keep him from hurting himself. Ezra's breaths came out in wheezy puffs and Kanan kicked himself for not realizing that Ezra was sick before.

The droid finished its scan in spoke in a crisp robotic voice. "Temperature is 103.4 degrees and rising."

"Do you know what's wrong?" Hera asked.

"He is showing all of the signs of a severe respiratory infection," the droid replied, "but when I scanned him, I found that that wasn't the case."

"Will he be alright?" Kanan asked. "What can we do?"

"Fortunately, Bridger is not contagious, but his condition is worsening. I will transfer his information to rebellion medics and they can hopefully identify his illness. I will give him some fever reducer. In the meantime, the best thing you can do is stay with him. Try to wake him. I will be back in a moment with the medicine."

Hera looked at Kanan and nodded. She removed her hand from Ezra's forehead and cranked up the bed so that Ezra was in a semi-sitting position. Kanan gently tapped Ezra's face. "Hey. Ezra? Can you hear me?"

Ezra moaned softly and opened his eyes. They were glassy and dull, and Hera felt her heart break for the boy.

When Ezra spoke, his voice was raspy and shaky. "W-where...am I?"

"At the medcenter," Kanan replied. "You passed out so we took you here. You've been asleep for the past few hours. You have a fever, so they're going to give you some medicine." Ezra nodded slowly, and Hera realized that Ezra wasn't all there. The droid returned and Kanan lifted Ezra's upper body so that he was in a sitting position, his head on Kanan's shoulder.

Ezra closed his eyes. He was so cold and he just wanted to go back to sleep.

"Open your mouth." Ezra felt a gentle hand ease his mouth open and he felt two smooth capsules on his tongue, followed by water splashing into his mouth, which currently felt like it had been stuffed with cotton. He swallowed the capsules and felt himself get lowered back onto the bed. "Go back to sleep." Hera's words echoed in his head, and Ezra let the warm, quiet waters of unconsciousness overtake him once again.

A few minutes after Ezra fell back asleep, the door slid open. Sabine, Chopper and Zeb stared into the room, unsure if they were welcome, until Kanan waved them in. "We heard Ezra passed out," Sabine said quietly. "Is he alright?"

"He's sick," Kanan explained.

"Do they know what's wrong?" Zeb asked.

Kanan shook his head. "The medical droid's going to send samples to some friendly medics and see what they think." Kanan sighed. "I should have paid more attention."

"You didn't know," Hera replied reassuringly. "And I don't think Ezra wanted you to know either. He'll pull through. He's a strong kid."

Kanan looked down sadly. "I hope your right."

The next day, first thing Hera did was check up on Ezra. What she saw worried her.

Ezra had been changed into standard medcenter garments. His face was paler and his face was contorted in pain. Kanan was even more worried than before, borderlining on terrified. Hera noticed that he was also in different attire, wearing a grey shirt and black sweatpants.

"What is it?" Hera asked worriedly.

Kanan looked up at Hera. "Hera, the medicine. Ezra couldn't keep it down. No matter how many times they tried, he couldn't keep it down."

"But that means..." Hera's horrified voice trailed off.

"He's getting worse."

Oops. I did it again.

*dodges tomatoes*

Hey! Hey! Hold the throwing of objects. *dodges loaf of bread* Ha ha! Funny!

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I mean...uh... That's it for this chapter! As usual, if you enjoyed, constructive I criticism and kind comments are welcome down below! Until next time! *hides*