All Ezra remembered was fire, explosions and screaming. The screams were from his family, the ones that took him in, the ones he loved, their screams were burnt into his mind. He didn't know why there was fire or explosions, he just knew. He had been knocked unconscious, it felt like he was dead but, the pain in his body told him otherwise.
Ezra opened his eyes slowly. He couldn't see anything, it was all pitch black. He heard the crackling of fire and the creaking of wind running on lose metal. Ezra slowly got his vision back and when he did he saw fire, lots of fire and a ship that had scattered everywhere. He guessed they might have crashed on a random planet.
He tried to sit up but when he did his whole body protested in pain. The pain was so bad he was trembling and his whole body hurt. There was debris and metal all around him, he then noticed the large piece of metal lodged in his arm.
"Karabast." He said, voice shaken and very quiet.
He started to get up on his feet but when he did all the blood rushed to his head. His vision went spotty with the next flow of pain, he pulled himself together and took a step forward. Big mistake. As soon as his foot hit the ground his vision went to a blur and he couldn't hear anymore. He was shaking so bad he tripped on his next step and tumbled to the ground.
He laid there staring into the fire unable to move. It felt like the world was in slow motion. The pain stopped from the numbness of blood loss and his breaths were slowed. It felt nice, the pain was gone for now but, he knew it would come back with much more force. He took the opportunity and closed his eyes listening to sounds of the waves in his ears.
Ezra thought this would be the last time he would see again, feel again, hear again, breath again. But he let sleep claim him and let all the worries of the world go.