Ezra woke up side wards on the ground. He felt like he was drowning, His face felt on fire; His chest felt like it had collapsed due to 5 thousand pounds. He wanted to calm down, he need to.

He decided to think of cursive letters.

T.

H.

E.

T.

H.

E.

Those three letter were his favorite, it felt better but not a whole lot. It took a lot off though. He was grateful that he could breathe again. He wanted to call his master, or Hera, or Sabine, or even Zeb.

Once his hearing and eye sight came back to him he say shooting and heard screaming, whether it be orders or just pain. He wanted to sob, instead tears poured down his face with a single sound.

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Once the shooting had stopped, he was still unaware if he'd been shot or just had his first heart attack or what.

He felt to hands touch him; He didn't move, but he did point bis eyes as far to the left as possible in attempt to look at whoever touched him. Some one had later him on his back and covered him with a blanket.

"Your gonna fine kid." Sabine's voice said in a shakily, trying reassure the poor padawan. "Ahsoka is coming, She'll heal you." Her voice smoothly ringing through her ear.

"What.....happened?" He said trying hard to make himself seem stronger.

"I-I don't know, Kanan knows you had a vision but your arm was shot when you had that vision. I'm no Jedi but, I don't think you shaking and twitching is a good thing." She explained as best she could. "We are gonna have to move you, the imps probably called for back up."

He nodded and propped himself up with his elbows, wrong move. He fell almost immediately, He yelled in pain. Sabine winced at his pain.

"Ezra! Ezra, calm down: your making it hurt worse. Kanan and Zeb are going to help okay?" She said her voice got nervous.

Zeb and Kanan finally appeared next to him, Kanan looking more distraught than Ezra. "On 3,1.....3!" He said and they began lifting him. Onto a gurney. Kinda like everything else it can levitate with a press of a button.

Ezra bit his lip hard. The hurt in his arm didn't even begin to compare to the pain in his chest. "What hurts Ez?" Kanan asked.

"Chest."

"How does your arm feel?"

"I hardly feel anything in my arm." He said tiredly.

Kanan didn't know how to respond. He wasn't shot in the chest.

Zeb and the jedi lifted the light 15 year old. Kanan lifted his arms with a gentle touch, the lasat picked him up by his feet like a rag doll.

"Carefull Zeb!" Hera scoled.

"What! You told me to lift him!"

"I said easily."

Ezra mentally groaned. 'Why do they always argue' all he wanted was to go to sleep.

His chest shot with pain. He cried out in pain; interrupting the argument.

Sabine kneeled beside him. "What's wrong?" She said gently.

"Chest....hurt." he said clutching his chest. Tears poured down his face, but he didn't not make a sound. His eyes didn't shut. He was trying to shut down the pain. Not soon enough he was lying on the ground his eyes open, tears pouring out, yet no sign of pain.

"Let's get him to the ghost." Kanan said to Zeb, "gentle, big guy."

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Once the rebels were on the ghost they put Ezra in the medbay. Ezra already looked as if he was gonna be sick as the ghost took off. He gripped the side of the bed like his life depended on it. His pale face had red or pinkish bags under his eyes.

Hera entered while the ghost was in hyperspace. Kanan was tending the shot wound. No one quite understood why his chest hurt.

"He looks exhausted." Sabine whispered.

"Looks like a real sp'cter." Zeb said turning to sabine.

"I have to contact ahsoka, tell her about the mission." Hera said. Kanab said nothing but looked at the crew. None of them dared look at the boy.

Ezra heard the crew but couldn't speak. He felt scared but he shouldn't be. He was with his family. He felt on edge, like something was about to happen that would hurt him. He really couldn't calm himself, he wanted help.

He grabbed his chest and started to cry. He felt like he couldn't breath, his throat was closing. His mind raced with thoughts.

Kanan neared him in attempt to calm him down. "Shhh, Ezra your okay, your fine." He said.

"No! Go away." He said scooting back on the bed. He was murmuring to himself. He couldn't contain his thoughts.

"leave." Sabine commanded. "Go! I know what I'm doing." Everyone quickly left.

"Untrainable, stupid, needy, useless, alone, no home, no family, no anything, useless, untrainabke, needy, stupid." He muttered.

Sabine stood on the far side of bed. "Ezra, I know your stress is leading to this. You need to calm down." She said soothing the boy. He keep shaking and crying.

She took a deep breath and started again, "your okay. You had a fight with Kanan," he whimpered and she winced at the pain on his face,"He forgives you. He loves you Ezra. We all love you. Think of something that calms you." She smiled at him and he thought a bit.

"T.....H....E..." he said. He repeated, "T....H....E...."

She joined him. "T....H.....E..." they said it together for a bit.

"Come out of the corner, please. I won't hurt you." He started to scoot out some. "Come on..." she muttered. He finally made it half way.

She rubbed his back.

"Thanks S-Sabine. I didn't think I'd make it through that. I just felt like....like..."

"Like everyone was against you. Scared and not able to breathe?" Sabine said.

"Y-yeah how'd you know?" She smirked at him.

"Do you want the crew to come here?"

"Just Kanan."

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Kanan entered and Sabine exited. "Ezra, Ezra!" He said smiling. Tears welded in the jedi's eyes.

"Don't worry you didn't break me." Ezra joked.

"And that's Ezra." Kanan said blantly.