Ezra was lifted from the bed and taken from the room. He opened his eyes briefly to see Marta staying there, while he was carted away. He tried to turn and reach for her, but his body refused to move. He let out a muffled whimper as Jeremiah covered his mouth with his hand. He tried to shake it off, but the man held on firmly and all Ezra could do was try and thrash. The way she said goodbye made it seem like he'd never get to see her again. When his arms finally worked he attempted to pull Jeremiah's hand off his face, but his body was still too weak. He spoke words that even he couldn't understand and tears began to fall from his face. He didn't want this to be their last goodbye. He didn't want to leave her on that note.

"Settle down boy. This is for your own health and hers. If you love her just close your eyes," Jeremiah whispered harshly as he settled him into the backseat of his car. He hated to separate the young lovers, but it had to be done or he'd never heal properly and she would never forgive herself for Atalia. 

When Ezra finally appeared to tire himself out again Jeremiah went to the front seat and began to drive away from the neighborhood. Far away from the reach of Hitler's men and his supporters. The safe house was in the middle of a vast farmland that had been turned into a little boot camp. Here was where Ezra would recover, with the best doctors Jeremiah and his team could find. He pulled into the driveway and was greeted by two boys appearing to be Ezra's age. One was Isiah and the other one was Harrod. Ezra had seen Harrod in passing, but they'd never spoken. When Isiah saw the state of his friend his heart began to tug in his chest and he felt a pit grow in his stomach.

"All this for love," Isiah whispered as him and Harrod carried Ezra inside to one of the medical rooms. 

Harrod nodded, "He looks like a ghost. His lips are blue. How is he even alive?"

Isiah smiled thinking about Atalia, "That is the power of love, my friend. If not for Atalia I would not keep pushing myself to continue," he said.

Ezra came to long enough to hear the last sentence Isiah spoke and tears formed in his eyes again. Isiah would never get to hold Atalia or see her smile. He would not be able to run his fingers through her brown hair and it was all because of the love he spoke of. He tried to talk but Isiah hushed him with a smile as the two boys laid him down on the bed. He moaned a little as one of the doctors provided another IV for him. He began to struggle again, trying to plead with Isiah to forgive him, but before he could get a word out he felt himself growing weak and tired. The last thing he felt before going under was the gentle hand of Isiah guiding him to slumber.

"I will stay here with him as first shift. I want him to see a friendly face when he fully awakens," Isiah said to Harrod and Jeremiah who nodded their agreement.