The Fyrnocks curse

Hope

The Phantom landed outside the Ghost. The door opened and Kanan walked out with a motionless Ezra in his arms. Hera followed him and the two went inside. Zeb and Sabine were driving the bikes back considering Kanan was too afraid for Ezra to leave him.
The bite mark had dried blood around it and Ezra hadn't made a move for mintues.
The two rebels hurried inside to the medic-bay where they put Ezra on the table and quickly grabbed the supplies.
Hera began cleaning the wound while Kanan got out the appropriate bottles of medicine for it.
Sabine and Zeb came in a few minutes after they started wrapping up the bite mark.
"Will he be okay?" Sabine asked.
"He lost a lot of blood but he'll live. He's gonna have to take it easy when he wakes" Hera told her.
"He still hasn't woken​?" Zeb inquired.
"Not yet. We didn't even need to give him a sedative to work on him" Kanan replied.
"He was out of it."
"Well let's hope he'll be alright" Hera said.
They all looked down on the Fyrnock with concerned looks.
Would he be okay?