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Kanan
"Mr. Jarrus?" I turn to see an elderly nurse beside me.
"Yeah?" I ask, frowning at the grave expression on her face. What's happened?
"Th-the child, he's...he's gone." I gasp. What? Gone?
"What do you mean?" I ask urgently. "Is he awake?" She nods.
"Yes, but he's gone. We went out for a few minutes, came back in and he was gone." I frown again. Where could he be?
Ezra
I rub my wrist carefully where the needles had pierced me and quietly crawl through the air vent. Below me, I can hear voices and perk my ears up to listen. "We have to go find him. He must still be inside the building." It's the police officer. The cowboy officer who I tried to steal from. I feel a lump in my throat. Did I really dare to do that? Did I really take his money and try to run away with it? I rub my other wrist, the one with the small hole and I feel dizzy. Have the doctors found out about my position? Does the police know that I'm a street rat, a runaway from home? So many questions...
I raise my finger to my temple and try to focus before moving again, with as much care as possible, an idea unravelling in my brain. And then suddenly it hits me. A false identity! Then the police would never know who I am, and I will never be forced to return to my parents. Well...
Foster parents. The seventh sister and the fifth brother. The worst part of my existence, the reason my life has become a living nightmare. The torture, the abuse... the angst, the pain, the suffering, the lies, the panic...
Panic. Swarmed in fear and panic. So many times I begged for forgiveness, for them to stop the cutting, but never. Never: I panicked. I pull open the small clasp of the air vent and jump out-
-Right into the arms of the officer. I retch and spit out a spray of blood on the floor and lean my head against his shoulder. "Whoa." He says. "Let's take you back to your room." I sigh dramatically as he carry's me gently to the ward.
Kanan
"Well doctor?" He says in a cocky voice. "All clear, as expected, I suppose?" The doctor sighs, but nods, though his face is grave. I frown. The doctor wouldn't lie. I see the scans myself, and am surprised to see perfect results. But then where had all the blood come from? Was it just side-effects from the coma? The kid jumps off the bed and heads for the door, but I grab his thin wrist and hold him back. "Where do you think you're going?" I demand. He shrinks down against the wall and stares at me with huge eyes. "N-nowhere, I was... I was just..." I roll my eyes. "What your name, kid?" I ask him. "Because we need to talk."
"Dev." He says. "Dev Morgan."
Ezra
I stare at the police open-mouthed. No no no. This is not happening. I close my eyes and put my face in my hands. Fostered? By him, the police who I stole from? How would this relationship ever work? I remember with a pang again, the seventh sister and feel tears swelling in my eyes. This can't be real... I can't go through that again. Especially not now. Not with the disease. Not with my condition. I moan slowly, as though in pain and look up. "You can't foster me!" I exclaim. "I'm a criminal! I need to be arrested!" the police laughs. "Yea, you're a criminal and I'm Bobba Fett from the star wars movies. You and me both." I raise an eyebrow.
"I'm not going anywhere." I say in a chocked voice. "Just take me back where you found me and go. Just pretend we never met and you can go on being an officer and doing your patrols without a kid to look after. Go on." Kanan sighs and puts a hand on my shoulder. I flinch and he frowns, but he doesn't say anything. Suddenly the doctor who tended to me earlier comes in, biting his lip.
"Sir, we have just discovered a serious threat. I think you should come with me." Kanan looks worried and I feel my stomach tie itself into a knot as I'm left in the room alone.
Kanan
"I am sorry to inform you that Dev has got some problems. Firstly, we have discovered some serious past trauma. We think he has got PTSD. But that's not the worst part. The worst part is, we have inspected the wounds on his body and we expect that he has been severely abused at home. Some of them are whip and knife marks. This is a huge issue. This will also cause some problems. I suggest you don't attempt to show him any affection by touching him. Not until he has gained your trust, anyway. He might take it the wrong way." I breathe in heavily. Child abuse. I should have expected as much. And PTSD?
I make it a promise to myself that I will help Dev as much as I can. And the seventh sister? She should be sent to jail.
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