TW: vomiting, drug use, withdrawl symptoms, malnutrition, slight suicidal thoughts
"Goodnight everyone!" Ezra called out to the crew, as he walked to his bunk. He heard the muffled sounds of a response before stepping into his cabin. He was feeling much better than earlier that week, but was still no where near 100%. His days were mostly getting up late, eating and hanging out with the crew, a midday nap, eating and hanging out again before an early bedtime. And he was honestly ok with that. It was nice having someone taking care of him, and him not having to worry about his next meal, job, or customer. Ezra tucked himself in and got comfy. Kanan or Hera would tuck him in themselves when they went to bed. With that knowledge, Ezra drifted off and started to dream.
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He was 11, and he had just been given some kind of weird drugs by his "friend", and he was feeling it. "Thanks again Ezra!" The slimy man grinned as he gave Ezra his one credit as payment for his suffering. "You just saved me multiple lawsuits!" Ezra stumbles away aiming to get away from the man as quickly as possible. He had been given more of the substances than usual, and they had kept him for longer than his usual 24 hours, they had kept him for a week, continuing to give him amounts of drugs that could overdose a Wookiee, never mind an 11 year old boy. He was feeling ill, but he kept on walking towards his tower. He would make it.
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Ezra woke up suddenly in the middle of a field, "I must of passed out." He mumbled as he got up and started to stumble towards the tower again. The sun was setting at that time. He finally made it up to the tower and crashed in his bed, luckily, they had fed him while he was testing the drugs so he was good on food for a while.
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When Ezra woke up again he immediately ran for the refresher. Tears were streaming down his face as he vomited violently. He was dizzy, his head hurt, and everything felt heavy- like lead. He passed again on the floor near the toilet.
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When Ezra woke up on the cold floor, his head and limbs still felt weighed down, and his stomach was cramping like kriff, but he could drag himself to his bed for a more comfortable sleep. Ezra wondered what was wrong with him, was it the drugs? Ezra internally smirked, of course it was the drugs. Why else would he feel like crap? Ezra shivered, he felt cold and hot at the same time, his body aching, tremors racking his small and under fed body. He felt so miserable, so awful, that he cried for his mother, something that he hadn't done in years. He sobbed violently, snot, tears, and drool running in various speeds down his face. He wanted his mom so badly, for her to make him feel better, to take him away from this life. But, alas, his mother was gone, taken by the thing that was supposed to save the galaxy, and so, Ezra fell asleep again, with the still very damp tear tracks still visible.
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The next few days were filled with Ezra dragging himself to the toilet, vomiting, dragging himself back to his bed and cycle was reborn in a few hours. At this point there was only stomach acid being thrown up, but it still hurt. Ezra also found himself craving more of the drug they gave him, he hated the chemicals they forced down his throat for pocket change. His head constantly pounded, his throat was burned raw, and his stomach cramped horribly due to vomiting and lack of food for a week. Ezra wished for death. He could not live like this for much longer. As he fell asleep for the fitful hours before wrenching again, he begged for a reprieve from this hell he was living.
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The next time Ezra woke up, he felt, slightly better. His body still ached, his head still throbbed, and throat was still raw, but he didn't immediately need to throw up, and he had managed to sleep for 5 hours! That was over twice as much sleep as he had been getting. He was getting better! The corners of Ezra's mouth turned up ever so slightly. He was in the endgame now.
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Ezra jerked up from his nightmare riddled sleep, sweat dripping for his body and chest heaving. It had been a long time since he had the nightmare, the fever must of triggered it after all this time. Ezra heard Zeb mumble for under him, "-ra? Are you ok?" Ezra took a deep breath and replied. "Yeah. I'm ok." Zeb groaned, rolled over, and went back to bed. Ezra, however, remained sitting up. While that was a terrible experience with taking drugs, he would take much longer to recover from a nightmare about the last time he had tried drugs. He shuddered, willing himself to forget and go back to sleep. And he did.
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