Kanan knelt on his bedroll, lost in thought. He didn't bother with turning the lights on, it wouldn't make a difference anyways. He focused on his breathing, purposely invoking the phrases and ideals he learned while he had been taught meditation as a youngling at the temple, attempting to slip away for a moment and center himself in the Force. But his mind was racing, unable to tear his focus away from his ill Padawan for even a moment. After all, Ezra - his Padawan, his kid - seemed to be getting sicker by the hour. How could he, in good conscience, sit here in peace while the other was suffering?
He knew he was being paranoid. He knew he should trust in Hera and trust the Force that this was just a particularly nasty strain of flu that would pass in time and that everything would eventually go back to normal. But something in the back of his mind - something almost paternal - was nagging him relentlessly that this was something not to be taken lightly.
Slowly, hesitantly, he reached out to his Padawan through their shared bond. He carefully probed for anything to substantiate the feeling of impending danger ebbing through his brain, but Ezra was simply sleeping as peaceful as possible given his circumstances, and nothing about the situation felt unnatural in any way.
So why did he feel like something was about to go horribly wrong?
A/N: Sorry for the short update, but I'm gonna try to get the next chapter up tomorrow as consolation! Thanks for reading!
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Not How Your Stories End
FanfictionHe had been through so much. He had survived abandonment, pirate attacks, and life as a rebel. They weren't losing him to this. AKA: A sickfic I started over a year ago and should finally do something with Cover Art by me - check out my art bl...
