Hera walked into the med bay and picked the pale and lifeless Ezra up and put him in his and Zebs shared room, leaving him sleeping on his top bunk. Zeb brought all his belongings out of his original room since for the week he would be sharing with Kanan.

a few hours later Ezra woke up in his room, feeling really dizzy. He got up from his bed and walked to the door, he pressed the button to open the door but it wasn't working.

"hey guys! Can someone open the door, it's jammed" Ezra asked with a sense of annoyance in his voice

"no can do kid" Zeb quickly replied from the other side of the door

"What! Why not?!" Ezra said, practically screaming

"kid this if for your own benefit"

"What are you talking about?! How can being locked up in this room be for 'my own benefit'" Ezra shouted

"Ezra...you are addicted...the only way to stop you is for you to be in an enclosed environment for a while, where there are no death sticks" Kanan said calmly

"what no! I can stop, guys just please let me out and I won't have another one ever again" Ezra pleaded yet with the thought of death sticks was making him even more 'hungry'

"Ezra no...you said that last time..." Kanan quietly said, walking to the cockpit.

ezra just rolled his eyes and groaned loudly and smacked his fists against the wall.

3 DAYS LATER

"do you think we can let the kid out for this little supply run?" Sabine asked

"hmmm...I'm not sure...he's been stuck in that room for 3 days" Hera said

"well if we bring him out and just make sure someone has always got their eyes on him" Zeb said

"hmmm...I'm not sure about this" Kanan said

"I think we should, he needs fresh air, he might go crazy if we leave him for any longer" Sabine said

"ok...but someone always needs to be with him throughout" Kanan said

Sabine and Zeb nodded excitedly and ran to Ezra's room.

"I have a bad feeling about this" Kanan mumbled

IN THE MARKET

"Let's make this quick, Sabine and Zeb go get food, Ezra, Hera and I will try and get some fuel" Kanan said

the crew split, dispersing in their different ways

Kanan keeping his hand on Ezra's shoulder.

"over there, fuel at a good price, let's go" Hera said excitedly

The three ran towards the merchant

as soon as they got to the stall, a whole squad of imperial troopers came out

"There! The insurgents! Get them!" The commander said, the imperials drew their blasters

"take cover!" Kanan shouted

the three ran to get cover behind some crates, Kanan and Hera were firing at them whilst Ezra was shooting at them with his energy slingshot. Whilst Ezra was shooting, his aim was completely off, his slingshot ended up firing at a crate to the left of the troopers, the lid flew off revealing a crate filled with ...death sticks.

Ezras eyes widened, he couldn't control himself, his legs were walking towards the crate, he knew he shouldn't be going towards the crate but he couldn't stop himself, he wanted them...he needed them.

Ezra arrived at the crate and started packing them into his rucksack, taking at least 20. The troopers didn't notice him, they were too busy firing at Kanan and Hera. Kanan did notice him though, Ezra turned to look at his master who was just staring at him, his face filled with disappointment and sadness, the world went silent and he saw Kanan say "no...Ezra...no". Ezra felt so bad, he shouldn't be doing this, he is disappointing and hurting everyone, "I don't deserve to become a Jedi" Ezra thought to himself and without even thinking Ezra ran off, knowing that if he would stay, he would just hurt everyone.

Kanan and Hera shot down the last of the troopers.

Kanan saw his young padawans face filled with sadness, they just stared at each other and before he knew it, Ezra was gone, no where to be seen.

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