Hey everyone! Sorry about the lack of update yesterday. To be honest, I was really surprised I was even able to pull that whole one chapter a day off at all. Well, here you go! It's death by fluff ti- I mean enjoy!

PS: I apologize for any OOC. I tried, but it's hard to write fluff that involves Kanan lol.

A few hours into the journey, Hera walked into the back room of the shuttle, carrying a comforter and a cooling pack. Kanan was sitting next to the bed, Ezra "How is he?" she asked.

"Still burning up," Kanan said softly.

Hera nodded. "Mind giving me a hand?"

Kanan nodded and lifted Ezra off the bed. Hera laid down the comforter and Kanan put his sweat soaked apprentice back onto the bed. Hera strapped the pack onto the padawan, noticing the improvement comfort-wise upon using the thick blanket.

Maybe Ezra could keep it...if he reco-

No. Hera couldn't afford to think like that. It was painful enough seeing him in such a state, but the thought of Ezra dying was too much.

Ezra shifted in his sleep and Hera bent down, planting a motherly kiss on his temple. The medical droid walked to the bed and swiped a thermometer across Ezra's forehead. "His temperature is 105.3 now," it said. "I would suggest getting food and fluids into the patient."

"But he hasn't been able to keep anything down," Hera replied, panic in her voice upon hearing Ezra's status.

"Try one more time. If he cannot keep anything down, then we will have to resort to medicine to keep him alive. His body is weak enough with the illness, and I would much rather have him eat naturally."

Kanan nodded. "Hera?"

"I'll get him some soup and some water," Hera replied, standing up. "Wake him up."

Hera left the room and Kanan sat down, lightly tapping Ezra's too hot face. "Hey, wake up." Cloudy blue eyes fluttered open. "Hera's bringing you food."

"It..." Ezra's replied in a shaky voice. "It won't...stay...down..."

"You haven't had anything in two days," Kanan said softly. "Just give it a shot."

Ezra blinked blearily and nodded.

It didn't work. Ezra couldn't keep the soup down, and soon, there were more bags hanging from his IV and Ezra had to be put on oxygen. Ezra's shirt was taken off to help him breathe better and cool him off, revealing even more bruises. He laid there, curled up in a ball. His back, his chest, his arms, everything hurt to the point where tears were rolling down his face. He could barely breath, even with the oxygen. He felt like he was back in that gas cloud where he nearly died just weeks before, choking in thin air.

Kanan sighed and rested a hand on Ezra's head, channeling some of the Force to ease his pain. Kanan could feel it. He could feel the torment of this disease.

"What in the blasted galaxy did Ezra do to deserve this?"

When the thought crossed Kanan's mind, he found himself angry at the Empire for putting his padawan through this. He couldn't wait until they got the cure.

Kanan wasn't sure how much longer he could watch Ezra deteriorate without going mad.

Hera awoke to the sound of screaming. Upon recognizing the scream belonged to Ezra, she threw her blanket off and leapt out of the pilot's chair, running to the back.

"Calm down! It's okay!" Kanan's voice was laced with fear and panic. When Hera opened the door, she saw Kanan trying to subdue his screaming and thrashing padawan, grabbing his arms and trying to pull him into a hug. Ezra looked terrified and it didn't take a genius to realize that the hallucinations had begun. The medical droid began preparing sedatives, but Hera held up her hand. "Don't!"

Kanan's panic increased when objects began levitating. "Help!" Ezra screamed, his voice raspy and weak. "Please help me..." Ezra began trying to escape from the bed, beating his fists against Kanan's chest, howling in pain as he did so. Kanan grunted. Despite Ezra being so weak from the illness, that hurt! Hera tried to grab Ezra, but she was sent flying into the medical droid, who dropped the sedative. Hera gasped as the wind was knocked out of her.

"Kanan!" Ezra screamed. "HELP! PLEASE HELP!"

"Ezra, I'm right here!" Kanan replied gently. Hera once again approached the bed.

"Get away from me! You're not Kanan! You're not him!" Ezra weakly swung his fist at Kanan and Kanan caught it in his hand. Ezra wrenched out of his grip and curled into the corner like a caged animal, holding his head and sobbing as if he were expecting a beating.

Hera and Kanan looked at each other, a silent message passing between them. With a nod, Hera sat on the bed and Kanan moved over. Kanan wrapped his arms around Ezra while Hera wrapped her arms around Kanan, sandwiching Ezra between them. Ezra's panic levels spiked, and he began thrashing. However, the grip did not falter.

"Please..." Ezra muttered. "Please... Please... Please..." Kanan began rubbing Ezra's back and Hera whispered soothing words. The gentle gestures seemed to help, as Ezra stopped thrashing and began sobbing loudly.

Slowly, Ezra stopped crying and relaxed, slipping back into sleep. The floating objects clattered to the ground.

Kanan and Hera didn't move for the rest of the night.

Awww... How adorable! Did you guys see that new episode though? Little Numa's all grown up! If you liked the chapter, you know what to do.

Until Next Time!