Chapter 2: Visago's Deal
"Medicine, eh?" Visago asked, stroking his chin.
"Please, we're desperate here, Visago. We'll pay you double what it costs." Kanan begged, his concern for his Padawan showing in his voice.
"Hmm…perhaps…" Visago pondered.
"Triple." Ahsoka said, much to everyone's surprise.
"Deal. And, I need some supplies." He replied, extending his hand.
"Deal." the Togruta replied, shaking it vigorously.
The rebels handed off the credits and requested supplies to the dealer, who in turn gave them the needed antibiotics.
"Oh, and Kanan." Visago said. "Tell that boy of yours he's off the hook. You've paid his debt."
"I will." the Jedi replied, turning and walking back towards the Ghost.
He entered the med-bay, where Hera was waiting.
"Well, how'd it go?" she asked, changing the cloth on Ezra's forehead for a fresh one.
"About as good as a deal with Visago usually goes." Kanan replied, grinning.
"Ah. That gives me a great summary." she smirked.
Their attention was pulled away from each other as the boy on the cot moaned and his eyes fluttered open.
"Urgh… what happened?" he murmured.
"Shh… easy. You're sick." Hera soothed, her motherly instinct taking over.
"Here, it will help." Kanan said, handing her a small flask with the blue liquid antibiotics inside.
She tipped it into the young boy's mouth, drawing a grimace from the fifteen year-old at the taste. They chuckled and Kanan patted his Padawan's chest.
"You'll be fine kiddo." he laughed.
The two left him to rest, meeting the others in the hall.
"Is he alright?" Sabine asked.
"He will be." the older Twi'lek replied.
The young Mandalorian yawned.
"I think we all need some sleep." Kanan said.
To this there was no argument.
(Spongebob Narrator Voice *Some Time Later*)
Ezra groaned as his eyes fluttered open. He heard Chopper's excited beeps and chirps. He sat up and immediately regretted it.
"Ooh my head." he moaned, placing a hand on his forehead.
Chopper, who would have normally laughed (ish) at his misfortune, offered him an ice pack.
"Thanks, Chop." he said gratefully.
The droid waved his arm in a 'no problem' gesture, then rolled off in search of something else. He returned with a mug of tea.
"What did you do to it?" the boy asked skeptically.
Chopper buzzed and chirped angrily.
"Sorry, sorry." Ezra apologized quickly, taking a sip. "Mmm. Thank you, that's much better."
He heard the door open and looked up. Ahsoka stood in the doorway.
"How are you Bridger?" she asked.
"Much better, thank you. And you can call me Ezra if you want." he replied.
"Okay then Ezra." She smiled. "Oh and by the way, we paid off your debt to Visago. You're off the hook."
"Wow, thank you." He replied.
"You're welcome." She replied, sitting down next to him. They sat for a minute before Ezra broke the silence.
"Can I ask you something, Master Tano?" he asked, deep in thought.
"Ahsoka. Sure, what is it?" she replied.
"Did you lose your family to the Empire?" he asked.
"No. I was taken off by the Jedi when I was three. My parents are probably still out there somewhere." she replied.
"Do you think there's a chance that my folks are alive?" he asked quietly.
She thought for a moment.
"I don't know Ezra. But I know that you don't need them." she replied.
"What do you mean?" he asked, confused.
"I mean you still have a family. Right here, on the Ghost." she replied.
She left Ezra to think about what she had said.
And think he did.