Whoopie! Two chaps two days in a row! Record for me!

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Kanan heard the door swish open, heard the soft footfalls of someone approaching him. He didn't even bother looking behind to see who it was, staring down at the figure on the bed. Blast it, the kid looked so small and frail, smothered in what appeared to be every blanket on the ship.

He felt a small hand rest on his shoulder.

"You need to rest, love. Go get some sleep. I can watch him." Hera said gently.

The Jedi shook his head.

"I'm not leaving him."

Hera sighed, moving to kneel by his chair.

"Ezra's not to recover any faster if you hover over him all night."

"But it was my fault he's laying there in the first place." He pointed out. "If I hadn't taken my eyes off him during the mission, we wouldn't be in this position right now."

The pilot shook her head.

"Kanan, it's not like you could help it. Ezra's impulsive, you know that. He would have went after that trooper whether you saw him or not."

"But maybe I could have stopped him, ordered him to stop, or something, anything."

She took his hand, squeezing it gently.

"You need to stop beating yourself up. We made it back safely, and the kid's fine. He'll pull through. He's as stubborn as you are. Now go rest. You've been up since before daybreak."

"I'm staying with him."

Hera looked like she was about to argue, but sighed in defeat.

"Fine. But call me if you need anything." She rose up to her feet and left the room.

Kanan exhaled a deep breath, looking down at the youth.

"Oh kid," he murmured. "Why'd you have to go after him?"

…

It was supposed to be a simple mission. Get in, grab the imperial weapons, get out.

At first everything went smoothly. They snuck in without a hitch, found their objective, and was preparing to escape. That's when luck went against them.

They found themselves surrounded by troopers, leveling their blasters at them. Sabine had revealed one of her 'miracles', distracting them while Kanan and Zeb took out the rest. That was when they realized one of their members was missing.

Apparently while their backs were turned, a trooper had snuck up and was about to shoot Sabine. Only Ezra noticed.

He had force-grabbed the blaster out of the troopers grasp. The trooper had taken off after that. Angry, Ezra had taken off after him.

Once the others had realized he was missing and started searching, they found Ezra laying on the ground unconscious, the back of his head cracked open from when the trooper had pushed him back against the wall. Zeb had picked him up gently and they had ran. They barely made it back to the Ghost before reinforcements arrived.

They had gently treated and stitched up the wound before leaving him to rest. Now, almost a day later, the child still showed no signs of waking.

Kanan rubbed his eyes. Exhaustion had hit him hard, only pure stubbornness had kept him awake the past few hours.

Finally he gave up on staying awake any longer. He rested his head on the bed, resting near Ezra's hand before sinking into slumber.

…

Several more days past and still Ezra showed no signs of waking. During that time Kanan never left his side, leaving only for trips to the refresher. The rest of the crew would bring his meals to him, then would stay and talk to him in turns, helping him clean Ezra's wound and discussing ways to possibly wake the teen. Eventually though, they would have to leave to pick up the slack left from one member down and the other refusing to leave the room.

It was almost three days later when progress was shown.

Kanan, trying to read a datapad, was startled by a soft moan. He looked up to see Ezra's eyes partly open, squinting in the bright light above him.

"Kid!" The datapad clattered to the ground as it fell from the Jedi's grasp. He leaned forward to grasp the thin shoulder.

"How you feeling?" Another moan was his only answer.

Ezra blinked bleary eyes up at him. "What...happened?"

"You decided to argue with a wall. The wall won." Kanan lifted the youth's head to check the wound. Deeming that it was healing nicely, he lowered his head back down.

"You hungry?" At a faint nod he turned on his comm.

"Sabine, come in." The comm crackled before the mandalorion picked up.

"Hey Kanan, what's up?"

"Ezra's up, that's what." The comm went silent. "Sabine?"

A loud whoop was heard in reply. Kanan raised his voice, trying to grab her attention.

"And he's hungry. Bring some food with you."

"You got it." Just before Kanan cut off the connection he heard Sabine holler at the others.

"Guys, Hera, Zeb, the kid's awake!"

Kanan chuckled, sitting down beside the youth. Ezra stared up at him woozily.

"Get ready kid, you're getting ready for a room full of vistors."

Ezra groaned, though there was a note of contentment behind it. Kanan grinned as he took his hand, squeezing it lightly. Yep, the kid was going to be just fine.