Taking In An Orphan

Chapter 30

A/N: I know it’s been so long, and I’m really sorry. I’m adjusted into college and ready to continue this story! Updates won’t be as consistent, but I can tell you that I am currently writing the next few chapters and have ideas for the chapters after that. Please let me know your thoughts on this story. Again, sorry about the long wait, but please enjoy this next chapter! Also, Happy Thanksgiving!!!

Hera came running into the medbay, startling everyone there. Sabine had been in a chair, monitoring Kanan’s vitals while Zeb had gotten Kanan situated, making sure he wasn’t too hot or too cold. Ezra was sitting by Kanan’s feet, watching the other two work. Sabine and Zeb moved out of the way as Hera came up and took Kanan’s pulse, felt his head for a temperature, and listened to his breathing.

“Okay, he seems stable. Can you tell me what happened?” Hera asked, looking at Ezra.

“Kanan was gonna teach me, but we went outside and he fell down and I got Zeb and ‘Bine and called you.” 

“Has he woken up at all?” Hera turned to Sabine. 

“No.” 

“Well, there’s not much we can do until he’s awake. How could this happen?”

“Well, considering in the past few weeks, we had the stress of Ezra’s kidnapping, went to a doctor’s office full of sick people, went to a planet where Ezra almost drowning, and got dumped out of the ship and plunged into a lake, where both Sabine and Ezra almost drowned, I have no idea how he could possibly be sick.” 

“Kanan’s sick ‘cause I almost drowned?” Ezra asked, his eyebrows scrunching together as he glanced around at the others. 

“That’s not what Zeb’s saying. He’s just being sarcastic,” Sabine said. 

“What’s sarcastic?” 

“It means he’s being funny, kind of,” Hera said. 

“Yeah, and growing up with us, you’re definitely going to be sarcastic in a few years,” Sabine said.

“I bet sooner rather than later. Even our droid is sarcastic,” Zeb said. At Zeb’s comment Chopper rolled in and buzzed at Zeb. Zeb looked at the others for help. 

“He says, ‘no, really’” Ezra supplied. “What does that mean?” 

“Again, sarcasm. Don’t worry, kid, I’ll start teaching you soon,” Sabine said, before glancing at Hera and saying, “about grammar. Not about sarcasm. Well, maybe a bit of sarcasm.” 

“He doesn’t really need training on sarcasm, Sabine. He’s around it enough,” Hera said. 

“No, really,” Ezra said. The others laughed, but Hera frowned. 

“Don’t encourage him.” 

“But Hera, imagine how funny it would be if Ezra used that sass and sarcasm to the empire.” 

“Why would it be funny that Ezra’s with the empire?” 

“Hera, you’re no fun.” 

“I wonder why,” Hera said, and Sabine and Zeb glanced at each other with a gleam in their eyes. Then Hera chuckled. “Yeah, you have no chance, kid.” 

“You guys are so loud,” A voice said from the bed. “You all are definitely helping my headache.” 

The group looked at Kanan in confusion. 

“What? You are teaching Ezra how to be sarcastic, right?” Sabine and Zeb nodded. 

“No, we don’t want Ezra to be sarcastic. You’re only innocent once. Once he starts using sarcasm, we won’t ever get a break,” Hera said. “How are you feeling?”

“I’m fine.” Hera gave him a look. “Okay, fine. I don’t feel great. I have a headache, nausea, my throat hurts.” 

“Not to mention that you fainted.” Zeb added. 

“Did I?” 

“You did, love. I’m gonna have to check you for a concussion.” As Hera was checking Kanan’s memory, Chopper started whirring around. 

“What do you want now?” Zeb asked. 

“He says the trade for the part is happening soon, so Mama has to go.” Ezra translated. 

“I almost forgot. I couldn’t find the correct part at the ship equipment store, but someone said they would trade it to me for the right price. The deal is happening in a little while.” Hera looked at the others, then back at Kanan. 

“Hey, I’m fine. If you need to go, then go.” But as Kanan said it, he started to cough and dry heave. Once he stopped, Hera shook her head. 

“I’d feel a lot better if I could stay here with you and continue watching your vitals. Sabine, Zeb, can you handle this? Chopper can give you the information. It should be a simple trade deal, nothing too messy.” 

“Yeah, no problem.” 

“And take Ezra with you. He seems cooped up and he won’t get a lot of time for training this week.” Sabine and Zeb nodded. Ezra cheered and took Sabine’s hand, pulling her outside. 

Once Chopper had given them the information (and Hera had ordered them to keep an eye on Ezra), the three set off to make the trade. 

When they got to the trading spot, Sabine put on her helmet and checked the area. No one was there, yet. 

“You had better stay here, Ez. We don’t know how this is gonna go.” 

“Sabine’s right. Stay here and lay low, alright? If anythin’ happens, contact Hera and head back to the ship,” Zeb ordered him, pointing to the alley they had walked down. Ezra wanted to argue because he wanted to help, but he knew to listen to them. He crouched down and watched from behind an empty crate as Sabine and Zeb walked closer to the trading point. 

Ezra watched as a speeder bike pulled up, followed by two others. The first was a Rodian holding something. Ezra hoped it was the part to the ship and not some sort of weapon. The other two people had black capes on and hid in the shadows. Ezra couldn’t hear what they were saying, but he saw Sabine give the Rodian money and he handed back the ship part. Surprisingly, nothing went wrong. 

By now, Ezra had learned that every mission went wrong at some point. He expected the group to start shooting at each other or for the man to refuse the trade and take the part back. What he didn’t expect was the rough grip on his shoulder and the gravelly voice in his ear.