Chapter 3.2

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Kanan's POV:

"Fulcrum will arrange that." Sato said

"Is there anything else you want to discuss, Sato?"

"No that's it. Thank you for coming."

Hera and I walked away from the meeting and I felt dizzy...

"Dear, you okay?" Hera asked.

"Get, Ezra..."

"What?" I said.

"I asked if you are okay?" Hera answered.

"Get Ezra..."

"Why do I have to get Ezra?" I asked her.

"I didn't ask you that?" she said, looking worried.

"y-you did..." I said stunned.

"Get Ezra, Jarrus!"

"Barriss!"

Hera looked worried at me but then realized what I talked about. I ran to the Ghost to Ezra's room. But he wasn't there.

"EZRA!" I yelled

"He's in the bathroom." Zeb yelled out of the kitchen.

Hera pushed me to the bathroom, but the door was locked.

"Ezra! Are you there!"

No reaction...

"EZRA!" Hera yelled

Still no reaction...

Sabine, Zeb and Rex showed up behind us and started asking questions. Since we got Sabine and Ezra away from Maul, Ezra stayed quiet... He didn't talk that much... He skipped training a lot... I think he still blames himself. After Hera told the three about Barriss telling me to get Ezra, they all became as worried as we were.

"Ezra! Open the door!"

"Ezra! C'mon! let us in!"

Still no reaction...

I feared the worst...

"Can't you open it with the force?"

"We have special locks for that. So no." Hera said.

I smiled at her... because those locks came because of me...

"Ezra! Answer us!" Sabine cried

"Zeb." I said.

Zeb pushed us aside and forced the door open. The doors flung open and revealed Ezra lying unconscious. His arm was bleeding heavily. The tub and floor were covered with blood. I ran inside and Hera immediately checked his pulse while I grabbed a towel to make sure he wouldn't lose more blood.

"and?"

"weak. Bring me my tools, Sabine!"

Sabine left to do what Hera said and Rex helped me to lie Ezra on his back.

"Why would he do this?" Rex said.

"He still blames himself."

Sabine came back and Hera began to treat his wounds. Ezra's head rested on my lap and I stroked his hair.

"Love, keep checking his pulse, Zeb, get help!" Hera ordered.

Zeb ran off and I held one hand against Ezra's cheek and the other checked his pulse.

C'mon Ezra... don't leave us... don't leave me...

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