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Kanan picked up Ezra bridal style and rushed into the house, he almost had a head-on collision with Sabine and Zeb. When the noticed the shaking child in his arms, they stared.

Then Sabine totally freaked out.

"Go get Hera and get him to the hospital!" Sabine shrieked and shoved him gently, minding Ezra. Hera stopped in front of him and grabbed his arm, rushing them out into the car. Kanan placed Ezra laying down in the back seat, sitting in the passenger's' seat. Hera ignited the engine and stepped on the gas. The trees and houses flew by, Kanan looked over. After everything, he felt as if he was going to scream.

When the arrived at the hospital Hera instantly checked them in, demanding to see a doctor. Kanan decided to never anger her… ever.

Needless to say when they walked in and noticed the hyperventilating kid in his arms, they just stopped all that they were doing and just stared. Well, before, the nurse called a doctor and a white-jacketed man came out, carrying a clipboard as he readjusted his glasses and looked up, dropping the pen in his hand. The traces of shock were seeable on his face even after he turned stoic. "Follow me, quickly." He motioned as they practically sprinted the down the hallway into the room, Kanan didn't want too, he hesitated and gripped the child closer before sighing, placing him down on the bad.

He didn't fight back when he and Hera were told to leave, but that didn't mean he didn't take one last look at the kid before he was ushered out by a very, very, sweet nurse, probably too nice for her own good. "Don't worry honey, he's gonna be a-okay." She promised before shutting the door, leaving Kanan with his own thoughts.

He wondered why he didn't realize Ezra had PSTD before, of course he'd have post traumatic stress disorder, trauma and stress is what had basically become his life! But Kanan was proud to see him take it on so easily. Handling a disorder, in Kanan's opinion, is harder than being the in military.

But he couldn't help but peek through the window a few times, they had put an IV in the kid, he'd gone unconscious as Kanan could see but was still trembling. Sweat droplets were clear on his face as he tossed and turned, he couldn't help but feel a tremendous amount of worry and concern creeping up his spine.

Hera put a hand on his shoulder. "He'll be fine Kanan, he'll get through this." She reassured him faithfully. Kanan looked back at her. "You think so? This is the first time I've seen a panic attack this serious."

"Me neither, but I know he'll make it."

"How can you tell?"

"He's a strong kid, and any kid of yours is pretty stubborn."

"Are you intending that I'm stubborn?"

"Maybe, but that's why you two are so alike."

"It's amazing he survived this long without a home.."

"I know, but he's developed so many skills… It's fascinating."

Kanan sighed before he nodded, leaning against the doorframe. He looked back into the room before the door opened suddenly. The nurse tilted her head sadly.

"You can see him now."

Kanan rushed in.

He instantly looked overall of Ezra's health. The kid looked absolutely terrible. He brushed away stray strands of hair that stuck to his face. He sat down in the chair next to the bed and breathed a sigh of relief. The doctor came in and he looked at the clipboard closely. "It was just a panic attack, but it was a higher one than any patient has come with before. Has anything happened that has caused him the have this? I do have an understanding that he has Post-Traumatic stress disorder, but that comes with a lot of people." Kanan sighed.

"He's been on his own without a home for eight years. But he's my foster son, just met him about three weeks ago. His parents went missing when he was around seven, we have no idea where they are but we suspect they're dead."

The doctor looked puzzled. "We? Are you a cop?" Kanan nodded. The doctor raised an eyebrow but nodded. "Impressive. Anyways, he'll be fine. You can check him out in a few hours. But we have to keep him stable. He almost had a seizure, but it wasn't that close." Hera looked at him. "What's your name?"

"Me? You can call me Doctor Tseebo." He said. Kanan nodded. "Okay, Tseebo," Hera looked at him before turning back to the shaking child in the bed. He seemed to regain some sort of consciousness as he curled up into a ball, peeking out as he looked hopefully up at Kanan.

As he reached forward, Kanan pulled him into his arms. "I'm sorry…" Kanan held him closer.

"It's okay." He ran his fingers through Ezra's thick dark locks.

"I'll never leave you again dad." He heard him sob into his shoulder. Kanan stopped, then smiled and let a breath out in relief.

"Welcome back, kid."

As they entered the house, Zeb almost punched the kid into submission if he weren't practically hiding behind Kanan. He was stuck to him as if they were super-glued together.

Zeb felt a twinge of pity before he held out his hand. Kanan put a comforting hand on his back before Ezra took it. "C'mon kid. It's late, let's get yeh' settled." He smiled sarcastically before leading him upstairs. Sticking close unless he fell again.

Ezra sat on his bed as he stared up at Zeb. He felt his cold green eyes on him, Ezra trembled for a moment, and Zeb almost sprang into action before he saw the kid shudder. He sighed before sitting next to him, wrapping a comforting arm around his shoulders. It seemed to work as the kid melted into his side. Burying his face in his hands, shoulders shuddering every time a sob passed through his body like a tremor. "I'm sorry- I'm so sorry.." Zeb rubbed his arm comfortingly and stared down at him in pity. He looked over at the door as Kanan peeked in. He walked over and took Ezra's hands down.

Looking at him now, Kanan realized he needed to help Ezra get through his own traumas.

God dammit I made it too fluffy I was crying when I finished this. Lol I can't see the screen. I hope you liked the chapter! It made it extra fluffy and I put a lil space bro- to blueberry scene to add the extra flare. Angst is the cake, fluff is the frosting… or whip cream whatever your preference is.

May the Force be with you!

~Space