Ezra tilted his head and looked at her a bit confused. Cousin? He shook his head slightly not processing the danger they were in. He reached his hand up and poked her gently on the nose with a grin. "You're silly," he said with a laugh that turned into a cough. 

Jeremiah sighed deeply as he watched Ezra. "He has no idea where he is," he said looking at the nurse who nodded. 

"He's on a lot of...medicines so he doesn't feel the pain. I'm surprised he's talking as much as he is. I honestly don't think he'll remember any of this," she said looking at Marta with sad eyes.

"Where's ma and pa? I have to open the bakery," Ezra said trying to get up only to have Jeremiah hold him down. He looked over at Marta and squeezed her hand as he began to settle back down. "I love you," he whispered as his head fell to the side and his eyes closed slightly.

He felt more exhausted than he knew was possible and all he wanted was for Marta to lay with him. It frustrated him a little bit how weird everyone was acting. His chest began to slow down as his breathing calmed which helped some of the pain he was starting to feel.

"I would give him a couple more hours and when it's dark we can take him somewhere safe. So that he doesn't get you both killed," Jeremiah said sadly, "I'll go get your bags and take them to the place and then come back for you too. Hopefully he won't say your name anymore."