Guys, Hey! I'm super excited about this chapter. It is a little disturbing, I even squirmed a little writing it. Still, I think it is pretty good, and I really enjoyed writing it, so I hope you enjoy it too!

To Ezra, his "disguise" was more of a distraction than anything. The itchy fabric draped over his head and body kept getting caught on his belt, as well as on sharp or particularly sticky-outy objects that were scattered throughout the streets of Lothal. It made it necessary to have to stop for short periods of time in order to unhook his cloak from various items, leading to a very annoyed Ezra.

"Come on kid." Sabine whisper yelled at him, as he was yet again detangling himself from a loose communications wire that hung out over the alleyway.

"Not my fault Kanan gave me the drapey one." He whispered back. He had now resorted to tugging on it with both hands, and leaning back against it with all his weight.

"The drapey one?" She asked amused, Ezra just responded with a glare. "Fine we've almost got what we need: The part for the hyperdrive, and an extra weeks supply of food. All thats left is the hydrospanner to replace the one that you broke."

"Hey! That was not my fault" With one final heave the cloak loosened with a loud rrrriiiipppp, and Ezra Stumbled, and fell, landing with a thud on his backside, causing Sabine to burst out laughing.

Embarrassed, Ezra shot up back to his feet, and ignored the feeling of his face getting hot. "Come on, lets just get the stupid wrench and get back to the Ghost."

The hydrospanner was a very common and useful tool, and therefore was not difficult to find. What was far more difficult was trying to overcome the growing sense of paranoia that increased with every imperial officer and storm trooper that came within ten feet of the pair. Just stay calm, Ezra told himself, as one particular buckethead passed uncomfortably close to him as they were turning around to leave the stall. Ezra fought the urge to run as he and Sabine wove their way back through the marketplace to the shelter of an alley. When they finally reached the adjacent street, both teenagers let out an audible sigh of relief.

But just as Ezra was lifting his poncho to put the newly acquired tool in his pack, Sabines hand appeared on his forearm to stop him. Ezra looked at her, then followed her gaze across the empty street to a rather large group of imperial troops.

He looked at his surroundings. They were standing at the mouth of an alley that connected two steets, both of which had a rather heavy imperial presence. Their only options were the street with the less troopers, but it also had less people to blend in to, ore the street with many places to hide, put more bucketheads to hide from.

Looking back at the alley, an idea occurred to him. He signaled for Sabine to start climbing the wall. Right no, traveling across the roofs would be their best bet at avoiding trouble.

But just as Ezra was stepping back to allow Sabine to climb first, his foot got caught in some of the ripped fabric, dangling from his cloak. He trie to step back with his other foot, but this only led to a frantic stumble out of the alley, and into the middle of the street, where he was met with a land speeder, moving very fast…

!-SWR-! (AN: this is my new thingy to show that i'm changing character perspectives)

Sabine looked up the wall she was about to climb, wincing at its height. "I am going to need a boost. Ezra?" she turned around but he was not there. It didn't take long for her to find him, ripping and stumbling into the street. Nor did it take her long to see the speeder full of kids about their age heading down as well. And Ezra bas directly in their path.

"Look out!" She tried to scream at him but it was too late, for the vehicle was already upon him.

In making contact with the boy, a loud crack seemed to echo between the buildings. Ezra was launched up into the air, and back over to the side of the street, rolling several times before coming to a complete stop almost back at the mouth of the alley.

Sabines stomach dropped, and hear heart filled with dread. Almost immediately, she rushed over to the spot where Ezra lay half on his side, his face covered by his hair. "Ezra!" she spoke urgently, silently praying for a response. Gently, she rolled him on to his back, and brushed the hair from his face with light fingers.

What she saw immediately gave her and immense rush of relief. Ezras face was pained greatly. Creases formed between his eyebrows, and his lips were pulled in between his teeth, as if to keep him from screaming. But all this aside, was alive, and Sabine thanked the force for this.

After confirming that Ezra was in fact conscious, Sabine began to worry over the injuries he must have sustained in the hit, and subsequently, the tumble across the ground. "Ezra, are you okay?" She asked even though it was obvious that he was not. Road rash covered parts of his face on one side, as well as a particularly deep scrape on his shoulder (which was now bleeding quite heavily on his orange jumpsuit), with some on his elbow and covering both palms. "Ezra, say something!"

He held his breath for a second before letting out a rather subtle "ouch".

"Come on lets go." She started to stand and pull him to his feet when came a desperate whisper from the Lothal native still lying on the pavement below.

"Sabine! Ow ow! Stop!"

She was a little alarmed at this, from the outside Ezras wounds looked pretty superficial, and normally the kid was pretty tough, so what could be causing all his pain?

"What is it" she asked, "what hurts"

Out came his strangled reply "my...leg" He said this between gasps of air. She didn't have to be a genius to see that he was fighting back tears, and it didn't take her long to discover why.

Looking down at Ezras left leg, she had to fight to suppress the sudden onslaught of nausea that came the moment she set eyes on his mangled limb. It was bent...twice...where it shouldn't be bent. She didn't have to be a doctor to tell that their were at least two breaks (three if you count both tibia and fibula ), one a few inches above his knee, where it was twisted so that his knee faced completely sideways, and another four or so inches below, where the already twisted limb was bent to form a ninety degree angle.

Needless to say, Sabine let out a few colorful words, fitting to the situation.

"That bad huh?" Ezra gasped out in response to her choice vocabulary. "Well at least its not just me."

"This time Ezra, you get all the credit." She spoke still slightly horrified by the situation.

"Yay me" It was nice to see that despite all the pain he must have been enduring, he was still able to retain his sarcasm.

"Hey! You there!" Suddenly a muffled voice sounded from behind them. A voice that sounded an awful lot like-

"Stormtroopers!" Ezra finished her thoughts "We have to get out of here, and get back to the Ghost."

"There is no way I am letting you walk on that." she spoke referring to Ezras bent up leg.

"Would you rather us be used for target practice?"

After a split second of thought, Sabine stood, ans grabbed Ezras arms, helping pull him up while trying to keep most of his weight on his good leg. Once standing, she ducked under his arm, and half carried him away from the group of bucketheads and through another alley, leading to a street that would eventually take them to the field where the ghost was parked.

Luckily, the stormtroopers weren't all that interested in following a couple of kids in raggedy ponchos down a dark alley, so they were soon able to lose the troops and were able to continue the journey back to the ghost at a much more manageable pace.

As they stumbled along, sabine noticed Ezra beginning to sweat more, and she watched carefully as his skin turned from pale, to slightly green, to ashen grey, losing more color with every step. Once again, worry began to build up inside of her. She just needed to get Ezra back to the ghost, and the rest of the crew would take care of it from there. (She wasn't exactly the most knowledgable when it came to medicine, that job was reserved specifically for Hera and Kanan). They just had to get back.

"Hang in there kid."

Tell me, have you ever broken any bones? I have (like, a lot), but the worst was when I broke my finger the sam way I had Ezra break his leg (bent sideways and everything), granted it was my finger, so nowhere near as bad, but it still hurt quite a bit when the doctor had to reset it.

Anyway, I hope you enjoyed, and have a fabulous day!

-Doodle