The Littlest Warrior

Chapter 3 - A Little Patience

The Littlest Warrior
Chapter 3
A Little Patience

Days continued on the Ghost with Ezra bedridden and unwell. Much to their dismay he didn't improve, his condition only continued to decline. And as his illness got worse, so did his attitude. The crew took turns checking up on him, at night when he would have fever dreams Zeb would have to get Kanan to help use the Force to pull him out of them. They happened so frequently that Kanan finally moved Ezra to his room so he could keep an eye on him, much to the relief of sleepless Zeb. Ezra had been reluctant about being babysat by Kanan, but he didn't have the strength or voice to protest. Hera decided it would be best to return to Lothal, maybe they could find somebody who was sympathetic to Ezra and his plight to help them get some sort of medication. But what kind of medication? Without being able to take him to a doctor they had no idea what he was sick with and how to treat him. That's when Hera had an idea, she went to the med bay and began to dig thru drawers.

"What are you doing?" Kanan was watching her.

"I know it's around here somewhere.... Damn Chopper, did you go rearranging things again? Ugh!' Hera slammed a cabinet, muttering with exasperation.

"What's wrong, what are you looking for?"

"I remember one of the old crates we kept from a medical ship run had a throat swab in it, I never thought we would need it but I kept it in case we ever came across somebody who could use it. Well, now we have somebody we can use it on. I just hope it's still good."

Kanan raised an eyebrow with a bit of amusement, "You want to try and give that kid a throat culture?"

"Aha!" Hera opened a drawer and held up the kit in victory. "Not me." She shoved it at Kanan's chest and he fumbled to grab onto it in surprise. "You."

"Me!?" He stepped back. "Why me?"

"You're the one taking care of him."

"Aw come on." Kanan whined. "You're so much better at these things than I am. Hell, he actually let you take his temperature, how do you expect me to even be able to examine him?"

"You'll find a way." She tossed him a small flashlight. "He is your Padawan after all."

"Ugh" Kanan let out a loud sigh of frustration and then pouted, turning to go. "Fine."

Hera smiled sympathetically, "May the Force be with you."

Kanan stomped towards his room, muttering with disapproval at the task at hand. He didn't want to admit to Hera that it was a great idea to test him and find out what he was sick with so they could try and get the right medication, he just hated the idea of having to be the one to do it. He reached his room and opened the door to see Ezra in bed where he had left him, "Hey. Wake up."

"Wha... Kanan?" Ezra blinked weakly up at his master, his voice was so raspy and painful he hardly even spoke anymore. He tried to rub the sleep out of his eyes.

"Here, sit up." Kanan sat down, his voice stern and firm.

Ezra slowly sat up, his eyes were dull from the fever but he still managed to look down and see the small box in Kanan's hand. "What's that?"

"A culture kit."

"A what?"

"It's a test to see what you're sick with." Kanan held it up and Ezra scrunched up his face as he took it from him and held it, turning it over and trying to make heads or tails of what this white box was. "Here open your mouth."

"Why."

"So I can look down your throat."

"That's weird." Ezra twisted his mouth at such an odd request.