Ezra shivered in the cold Hoth air. He was walking, just walking, not stopping. Tired as he was, he wasn't going to spend the night out here; he knew that if he fell asleep, he'd freeze to death. He just had to wait until the crew found him.
Flashback
"I'm going for a walk!" Ezra called.
"Okay, but don't stay out too long! It's cold," Hera called back.
Ezra stepped out of the Ghost and into the cold outdoors. Despite the weather, it was nice. Chopper wasn't shocking him, Zeb wasn't chasing him down the hallways, Kanan wasn't lecturing him, Sabine wasn't sassing him, and Hera wasn't in "mother mode." It felt good to be away from that.
After a few hours, Ezra realized he didn't know where he was. He tried to retract his steps back to the Ghost, but only ended up more lost. By this point he'd been gone at least six hours.
End Flashback
'I hope they can find me, or I can find them,' Ezra thought to himself. The cold had grabbed something deep within him, and he couldn't stop shivering. He collapsed onto his hands and knees, unable to take a deep breath to steady himself. He just curled up, knees pulled to his chest and arms wrapped around his legs, trying to preserve his body heat. It wasn't working.
"Ezra? Ezra where are you?"
"K-Kanan? I don't know..."
"Okay just stay calm. I'll find you as fast as I can."
"Hurry..."
Ezra waited, shivering uncontrollably and starting to panic. He would die here, he would freeze to death all because he didn't stay where he could see the Ghost. It was his own fault for going out and being stupid.
The world was starting to fade to black, and it slid in and out of focus. Ezra tried again to breathe properly, but he couldn't. 'Please, Kanan, hurry,' he thought desperately.
He vaguely saw a figure kneel down in front of him and say something, but he couldn't figure out what the words were. He was too exhausted to think straight. He felt himself being lifted from the ground and carried, bridal style, through the cold.
Ezra allowed himself to go limp in the arms of his savior. He felt warmth around him but he couldn't stop shivering.
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"Any sign of waking?"
"No, he's been out for over 12 hours."
"Poor kid's exhausted, let him sleep. I should've gone with him."
"Hera, it wasn't your fault. If you had gone that would've made you and Ezra under treatment. So, talk to me. What's wrong with him?"
Hera took a deep breath. "Okay, he has severe hypothermia. His body temperature is 87 degrees (Fahrenheit) so it's a wonder he's still alive. He has a sprained wrist from when he collapsed and tried to catch himself. Um, lack of oxygen from not being able to breathe well because, you know, the cold."
"Wow, okay. More than I expected."
"Yeah, but he should be waking up soon. I managed to get his temperature up to 96 degrees (Fahrenheit) so he should be okay."
Ezra blinked his eyes open, then shielded his face from the light of the medbay.
"It'll take more than that to get rid of me," he breathed. Hera and Kanan laughed.
"I see that," replied Hera. She hugged Ezra tightly.
