TW: Eating issues, starvation, vomit
When Ezra first came to the Ghost, he was amazed by the fact that they had food. And, more importantly, they would feed him. Years on the streets taught Ezra that food, good food, was limited, and he would have to make sure it lasted.
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Hera didn't get it. Ezra had been on the ship for about a month, but the weekly amount of food the crew went through was more or less the same. That made no sense. Hera would have to watch her crew to make sure that no funny business was going on.
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Ezra had made rules throughout his life on the streets, rule that kept him alive for those 7 years. Rules like eating once every 2 days, 3 in the winter; food is more important than a sense of justice or pride; you can't take sick days; and never get attached to anyone or anything. When you live these rules for 7 years, you follow them to the letter, no matter the circumstances. So when Ezra joined the crew, his 'rules' followed. He didn't eat normally, he ate one meal every 2 days and in a small increment. Due to that however, he was slow and winded easily during missions and training. Throughout this though, he told himself that this is what he has always done, and he can push though.
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After the battle with the Inquisitor, Kanan ramped up immensely. Ezra could hardly keep up with training as it is but with the new intense regiment he found himself growing more exhausted every day. Later that night, Ezra found his jumpsuit was looser than usual. It usually fix him pretty loosely, but now it was pretty much falling off him. And the entire crew noticed.
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Hera stopped Ezra on his way to training to talk, screw Kanan, he could wait a few minutes. "Ezra… do you have a allergy to something?" She started. "Or does your stomach hurt went you eat?" Ezra looked down and fidgeted. "No." Hera gently lifted his chin so that he would look at her. "Well, you've lost weight hun, a ton of weight, I know Kanan's been pushing you hard since Luminara, but hun, this is not healthy at all, you don't look healthy." Tears began to well in Ezra's blueberry blue eyes and a thin wrist came up and wiped them away. Hera's heart broke, she grabbed Ezra and hugged him tight. At first he was stiff, but soon melted into the hug. "Let's get you something to eat." Hera said and they untangled themselves from the hug. Ezra rapidly shook his head, but Hera insisted. After eating only half a ration bar, Ezra refused to eat anything else. After 20 more minutes of persuading, Ezra ate the rest of the bar. "See," Hera premed, "That wasn't so bad." Ezra slowly nodded his head, bit before he could say anything, he ran to the 'fresher. When Hera got to the 'fresher, Ezra was throwing up the bar and stomach acid pitifully. Hera pulled his hair out of his face, and sat with him until he was done. Then she pulled him into a tight hug while he sobbed.
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Against Hera's better judgement, Ezra went out to training the next day. She reasoned with herself, thinking that if she didn't let him go, he go off by himself and slice his head off or something. But still, he went with Kanan. Hera shook her head, those boys were going to drive her to drink.
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Kanan knew Ezra wasn't feeling well. The crew had just found out that Ezra wasn't eating a tenth of what any 14 year old teenager should be eating. Yet they were training, and it was not going well at all. He missed all the cans thrown at him and looked close to tears. Finally, Kanan had enough. "Ok Ezra, we're done for the day." Kanan turned his back to walk back to the Ghost when he heard a dull thud. He whipped around to see Ezra unconscious on the hard ground. Panic seized Kanan as he gently scooped him up bridal style and ran him back to the Ghost.
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"I knew it! I knew he would get hurt!" Hera yelled as she paced around the med-bay, "But I let him go anyway, and look where that got us!" Ezra had a severe case of malnutrition, and he simply passed out from hunger and Ketone Acidosis. Hera calmed her self down slightly, "But," She started facing the silent Kanan. "We'll fix this, one bite at a time."
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A couple days later, Ezra was sitting in the kitchen with Sabine, eating. While he was out of the Med-Bay, he still needed a feeding tube at night, and when he refused to eat anything. Sabine was eating her full plate of food, while Ezra sat and nibbled a ration bar. When he had finished half of it, Sabine looked up and said "Remember Ezra, one more bite and then you can leave." Ezra sighed, but did as was asked. When he had gotten up, he noticed that he didn't really feel much fuller, but the crew was smiling like it was Christmas Day. And that was worth it to Ezra.
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The months pasted in this slow but steady manner, one day Ezra looked up from his nibbling and conversation with Zeb to suddenly see that he had eaten the entire ration bar! There were, of course, set backs, there were some days where Ezra refused to eat anything at all, others where he would eat too much and spent the night over the toilet with someone holding his hair back. But all in all, he was doing much better. Ezra was still skinny and bony, but he was now eating normally, well as normally as he could when he was sharing the food supplies with 4 others people, including, but not limited to one hungry hungry Lasat.
Disclaimer: I do not own Star Wars Rebels, I'm just playing with them for a bit! *breaks the head off Ezra* Shoot!
New series!
Readjusting is about the not so PG version of how Ezra came to adjust living with the Ghost crew. There will be fluff! But mostly hurt/comfort and angst. Updates will (hopefully) be every 2 weeks!
Inner Fangirl: Feel free to yell at her if she doesn't update. Kicking her in the pants also helps.
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May the LORD be with you, always! ~Midnight Luna