Chapter 2: It's Okay
Me: Gotten some great reviews! It's a shame y'all don't ship Ezrabine, 'cause it's really adorable, but at least y'all like the story!
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Me: SINCE I STARTED STALKING JENSEN AND JARED ON SOCIAL MEDIA! I mean nothing! Haha.
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Me: Wait! Before we begin, a note to the guest, Guest Smiles, HOW DID YOU PREDICT THAT!? Was it the cover image? I KNEW I shouldn't have used that one.
Ezra woke up slowly. Sabine was sleeping. He looked down at the fuzzy warmth that encased him and let it fall to the ground as he stood up.
Worst mistake he'd made in a while.
The room spun and he had to grip the wall with one hand to avoid falling. The other he held over his mouth. Once the world had righted itself, he ran to the fresher, shutting and locking the door. He collapsed against the trash bin and threw up. He was left with a horrible taste in his mouth, and he was left dizzier than before. Then, a different taste filled his mouth. Rust? No. Wait. He knew that taste.
It was blood.
He scanned himself mentally, and thankfully realized he'd just bitten his tongue, and wasn't bleeding internally. He stood shakily, leaning heavily against the sink. His vision became decorated with dancing black spots. He was sweating profusely, and regretted locking the door. He doubled over as another dizzy spell hit and fell to the cold, hard metal floor with a thud.
Kanan reentered Sabine's room. Ezra was gone, which confused him. After everything that he'd done, why would he leave? He woke Sabine.
"Where's Ezra?" he inquired.
She shrugged. "I don't know," she answered, slightly concerned.
He frowned, turning to his most reliable tracking device, the Force. He found him immediately, but his Signature felt…off, somehow.
"I've got him," he assured her.
She nodded.
He jogged to the fresher, pressing the button, but it was locked. He knocked on the door.
"Ezra? You alright?" he called. No answer. "Ezra?" Still no reply.
(Cut to Ezra, Camera zooms in on his face)
Ezra lay unconscious. His head lolled to the right and he moaned softly. His cheeks were flushed pink, but the rest of his face was pale. The virus had hit him fast and violently. The fever raged strong, and he was burning up.
Kanan ran to the cockpit.
"Hera, override the fresher lock!" he ordered.
Confused, she quickly complied. "Why?"
"No time to explain," he returned. There was a beep. He whirled and took off to the fresher. He hit the button, and to his absolute horror, he discovered his unconscious Padawan.
Sabine slowly came up behind him, gasping at the sight. Hera rushed over too.
"What…Oh my God," she breathed.
"Get the med-bay ready," he demanded.
She nodded, running off. Kanan pounced, checking Ezra's pulse. It beat strong beneath his fingers. He breathed a sigh of relief. He shook the fifteen-year-old gently.
"Ezra? Can you hear me bud?" he asked.
The child groaned and his eyelids fluttered. He opened them, obviously with great effort.
"K...n'n?" he slurred.
His normally bright, energetic blue eyes were glazed over and dull. He was tired and feverish.
"Hang in there kiddo. You'll be alright," he promised.
Zeb stood in the doorway, unsure of what to do but look on worriedly.
Ezra nodded slightly, letting his head roll to the left to look at Sabine, who'd knelt down next to him. He gave her a feeble grin before swallowing thickly. It became apparent to Kanan what was about to happen and he sat the boy up, snatching the trash bin. Ezra gagged, and Kanan held him steady with one arm, rubbing his forehead with the other hand as he threw up.
Sabine frowned sympathetically, laying a hand on his back.
When he'd finished, he fell back against Kanan, panting heavily in exhaustion. Trembling violently, he let out a pitiful whimper.
"Shh…it's okay," Kanan soothed, rocking him back and forth.
The teen lapsed into unconsciousness, and Hera called for them to bring him to the med-bay. Kanan tucked an arm under Ezra's knees, using the other to support his back. He lifted him up off the ground, carrying him bridal style to the med-bay. He laid him on the examination table.
Hera stuck a thermometer in his mouth, and took his jacket and shirt off to cool him down. Then, she set up the heart monitor. The thermometer beeped and she took it, frowning.
"105," she muttered in concern.
She tossed it aside, turning to the others.
"Sabine, if you're up to it, get me a wet cloth and some ice. Kanan, I need the fever reducers. Zeb, get the antibiotics," she ordered.
They stood there for a moment, staring at Ezra worriedly while Hera waited impatiently.
"What are you guys, deaf? GO!" she snapped.
That got them moving.
A/N
Me: WHY MUST I TORTURE BLUEBERRY SO MUCH?!
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