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The medical droid stepped out of the examination room, and Kanan was on his feet immediately. The only other person in the room was Hera, as Sabine and Zeb had opted to stay back at the ship and Chopper, well, he hadn't even tried to come. It seemed that even with Ezra's loss of memory, some things never changed.

Hera stood beside him, laying a reassuring hand on his arm. Kanan smiled at her gratefully. She was always there for him, and he didn't know what he'd do without her.

The droid didn't waste any time on pleasantries, motioning for them to sit down. As soon as they had resumed their seats he spoke. "Your son," Kanan's eyes widened to their limits, "has severe scarring in his lower abdomen and back, and destroyed cells in his body suggest unshielded exposure to a high velocity electric source.

"In regard to the scars, bodily scans show that he was treated properly and effectively for his wounds, and I cannot detect any altercations or problems during the process.

"But for the memory loss you spoke of, I have nothing concrete, though my prognosis is that it is probable it is the result of suffering severe trauma."

Kanan frowned. "And what does that mean?"

"The human brain is a very complex system, and just as a high power computer can destroy itself if a virus is detected, so can the brain. Many of these cases consist of the patient experiencing a severely traumatic event, as the boy clearly has. Unable to cope with the extreme levels of stress in the situation, the brain shuts down and, to be metaphorical, drops the memory. In some cases the patient will remember everything up to the point they were introduced to the trauma and stress, and in extreme cases, the entire databanks of their memory is forgotten."

The room was silent for a moment as Kanan and Hera processed this. Kanan had been hoping it was something reversible, like some sort of a blocking chip in his mind from the Empire or something that was keeping him from remembering.

When Hera spoke, she voiced the question they were both clearly reluctant to ask. "Can he regain his memories?"

The droid didn't hesitate. "It is very doubtful."

Kanan felt his heart sink. He'd been afraid of that. Did that mean Ezra would never remember?

"Doubtful?" Contrary to Kanan's thoughts, Hera's voice held hope, and he almost smiled at the fact that their minds had gone in two different directions. "Does this mean there's a chance?"

The droid considered this before answering. "Hmm, as I said, it is very doubtful. The chances of your son remembering are very low."

"How low?" Hera wasn't giving up. She was nothing if not persistent, after all.

"Ninety-three to one."

~//~

Ezra hated all this waiting as the medical droid spoke to Kanan and Hera. Why was it even their business in the first place?

Not for the first time Ezra reminded himself what he had forgotten, but it still didn't make sense. It was like Kanan and Hera were acting like overprotective parents! Ezra rolled his eyes and groaned in frustration even as a small part of his heart warmed. He pushed the feeling away.

From his place seated on the examination table where the droid had told him to wait after the scans, Ezra surveyed the room. He was not staying here any longer.

The door in the left corner of the small room required a key card, so Ezra looked up. Then smirked. "Why do they make vents so big?"

Jumping down from the table and walking towards it, Ezra frowned. The ceiling was a little high. He shrugged. He could probably make the jump.

Looking straight up at the vent, Ezra jumped, grabbing onto the panel and pulling it open. Then he fell onto his butt on the floor. Quickly picking himself up, he glanced around. No one had seen, and he breathed out a sigh of relief before jumping again and climbing up through the vent.

Crawling towards where he felt Kanan and Hera were, Ezra slowed down as he heard voices. Getting a bit closer, the voices started to make sense.

"Are you saying there's nothing--no treatment, no meds--that can help him?" Kanan sounded angry and...tired.

"Negative, Sir. Cases like this are not very common, and there is currently no medical procedure or treatment for memory loss. The only thing you can do is hope that he remembers on his own."

"Yeah that doesn't seem to have happened yet."

"Kanan." As Ezra arrived above them, he looked through the vent cover and saw Hera place a calming hand on the the man's arm, and the Jedi slumped.

"I just...if he doesn't remember..."

Straightening, Kanan turned to the medical droid. "How much do I owe you?"

"I am a privately owned medical droid, so the price will be higher than usual."

Kanan sighed, but still nodded. "I know. How much?"

"Eight-hundred credits, transfer preferred."

Hera gave a little sound if surprise and turned to Kanan as Ezra tried to keep his eyeballs in his head. They couldn't have known beforehand!

Kanan just nodded, however, and Hera grabbed his arm. "Kanan! Did you know it would be this high?"

He hesitated a moment before answering. "I knew it would be high, and I was prepared to pay what I needed to pay."

He turned from Hera and completed the money transfer while Ezra tried to get out of there as fast as possible. Why would anyone spend so much on him?

Before he was out of range of the voices, he heard one last bit of the conversation that caused him to squeeze his eyes shut to keep the prickling sensation at the corners of his eyes from seeping out as tears. "Kanan, I love Ezra too. But this? It was all for nothing."

"If he forgets us, if he can't--I'll never forgive myself."

Sorry for the long wait, but life is crazy, and I can't keep up!!

Also, everything the droid said about y'know, brain dropping the memory and everything is SCIENCE! My mom has actually experienced it on a small scale. It's creepy AF.

Anyway, don't expect regular updates, 'cause I'm afraid you won't be getting them. But WHAT DID YOU ALL THINK OF THE LAST JEDI AND THE SWR SEASON FOUR TRAILERS?????