Random Ghost

Sick master

Kanan: age 25
Ezra: age 18

Season 3

No ones POV

"Focus on your breathing padawan, become one with the force and all that surrounds it." Kanan said softly as he tried to mediate with his clearly anxious padawan.

"But Kanan, there's some thin wrong. There's a disturbance in the force. I can't focus." Ezra looked over at his blind master.

Kanan sighed, knowing Ezra was right. He hasn't been feeling the best, and after he started meditating could sense it too. His throat burned, his eyes even with their injuries were watery and bothering him, there was a pounding behind his eyes, his stomach burned and churned.

"Kanan? Kanan?" Ezra called to him.

He looked up. "Yes..my apologies Ezra. I do feel a disturbance, but you have to persevere through it." He smiled, deciding to distract Ezra and prevent having Hera go all 'mother mode' on him. So it's a win-win.

Ezra frowned. "Kanan, are you okay? You don't look the best." He gently reached over and took off the mask. "Kanan.." he frowned as he noticed the pale complexion and the dark bags under his eyes. "You look sick."

"I'm alright Ezra, just didn't get too much sleep last night." Kanan smiled

"You can't do that Kanan, you need to rest. Trust me. It's better to rest and get it done and over with then let it gradually get worse." He stood up and held his hand out for Kanan.

Kanan chuckled and took it, standing up and smiling. "When did you become so mature..?"

"I just care." Ezra smiled and walked with Kanan into their cabin, he laid Kanan on the bed and took his boots off, keeping his mask and boots on the side.

Kanan sat up. "Ezra, you don't have to do this you know."

"I know, but I want you better." Ezra smiled slowly and laid the blanket over, tucking him in. "I hope you feel better though, do you need me to bring you anything? I can grab you a Tylenol for that nasty headache and some ginger ale to help with your stomach." He offered, just wanting to make sure Kanan would feel better.

"Some Tylenol and ginger ale sounds amazing right now." He smiled softly. "Thank you Ezra." He nuzzled the side of his face into the pillow, getting comfortable.

Ezra went to the medbay and grabbed a bottle of Tylenol. "Bingo." He placed it into his pocket and walked to the kitchen, grabbing a glass and pouring the ginger ale into it, making sure there was no ice so it would stay room temp. He smiled proudly and walked back to the cabin, setting the bottle and the cups on the bedside. "Kanan.." he whispered at the sleeping man.

Kanan grumbled, nuzzling into the covers more.

"Okay..I have your ale and your medicine on the side for when you need it." He smiled softly and kissed his forehead. "Get some rest. I'll be back later to come and check on you." He left the room, turning the light off on his way out.

Hera walked over. "How's he doing?"

"He's asleep now, the ginger ale and medicine is next to him.  For when he wakes." He smiled at her.

"Good, good job Ezra." She rubbed his shoulder. "Now let's all get some rest, I recommend sleeping on the top bunk with Kanan to make sure he's okay."

"Good idea, thank you Hera. Goodnight." He walked into the cabin and smiled at the sleeping man, he carefully and quietly climbed onto the top bunk and fell asleep, exhausted from the day.