Chapter 3: Thank You
Me: Last chapter! Like I said, this was just a quick, fluffy, sick-fic.
Disclaimer: Let's get right into it. Dragon owns nothing.
Ezra slowly opened his eyes to the sound of a constant, monotone beeping. There was a cannula in his nose feeding him air, and an IV in his arm to take care of the dehydration and the nausea.
He let his eyes drift around the room lazily.
"Hey there," a voice murmured.
He looked over to see Sabine sitting by his bed, chin resting on her hands.
"Hi," he replied in a whisper.
"How do you feel?" she inquired.
He thought for a moment, cleared his throat, and answered.
"Better,"
She gave him a sweet grin. He still had a fever, so his raven hair was plastered to his forehead. She reached out and smoothed it back.
"I'm sorry," she whispered, gazing into his electric blue orbs.
"For what?" he breathed, entranced by her stare as he met her chocolate brown.
She continued to pet his hair.
"For this," she answered softly, gesturing to the bed and the IV. "For getting you sick."
He frowned. "It isn't your fault."
She nodded.
"If anything, it's mine," he joked.
"Yeah, for being so stubborn," she teased the sick boy.
He chuckled weakly. Sabine pulled out a data pad and relaxed back in her chair.
"Really?" Ezra whined.
She ignored him with a sly smirk. As she read up on what was going on in the Outer Rim, she hummed quietly.
After a while, she looked up to see that Ezra had dozed off. He looked peaceful, despite being sick. She stood and drew the sheet up over his chest. She planted a small kiss on his forehead.
"Thank you, Ez," she murmured, turning and walking out the door, flicking the lights off on the way.
END
A/N
Me: SO KYAHT!
Disclaimer: I KNOW! ADORABLENESS!
Me: I SHIP IT SO HARD!
Hera: Me too.
Me: AHHH! When did you get here?
Hera: Been here a while. So cute though.
Me: I know, right? *flips hair* I'm amazing.
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