I don't own any thing in this story except for my OC Star Zen. =_=
"BROTHER! DRINK YOUR MILK!" "WHEN I ROT IN HELL…AND PAST THAT!" I screamed tearing through the house, probably breaking a vase since I heard a gave a huge sigh as he said, "Brother…aren't you
supposed to give your report today?" I paled, as I squeaked "Ummm…do I have to?" Al glared at me for that comment. "No?" "You got that right, Brother. Go. Now."Al said sternly. I grumbled as I grabbed my
hastily written report and trudged out the door. Al called sater me, "Brother come back really soon! You don't look good!" He was right I didn't feel so good...maybe I should of slept in or something...I don't
to tell anyone bot I've been coughing up blood...and I'm NOT in the mood to go to the Bastard's office. "Don't worry Al! I'll be back!"
You might wonder why I don't want to go to the Bastard's place right now. Well, he's really WEIRD. I mean, he was OK during the first few months, but as time wore on, he started to act…strange. Bastard started
acting all nice and showed…what I think was sympathy. SYMPATHY. FROM. THAT. BASTARD. How would HE know what Al and I went through? It's not like he through it HIMSELF. Also, he's been giving me…HUGS.
EW. That's just NASTY ….well not really. Now that I think about it he acts like he's my DAD. As if. I won't accept anyone as my so called "father'. It's not that I don't want to…it's just that I can't make myself trust
anyone who treats me like a son. They'll betray me. I know it. I finally reached his office...damm, I'm getting dizzy...gotta hurry up then...
I walked into the Bastard's office. "Hey Bastard. Here's your goddamm freport you wanted." He looked up and smirked. "Hey shorty. You sound so
happy." "WHO YOU CALLING SO SHORT HE'D GET BLOWN AWAY IF YOU TALKED TO HIM?" I screeched. "Hey, hey, hey, I didn't say all that! Anyway...really, how was your day? You don't look good. Are you sick?"
I was confused by his question. He sounded...worried. "No...of couse not!" He squinted his eyes, "Ed, really you don't look good." Then a coughing fit took over me. cough! cough! cough! I think something came
out of my mouth or something because i heard the Colonel gasp in shock...shit, I think I coughed up blood. I kept coughing as Mustang came over to me. cough! cough!...cough! "Ed! we're going to get you
into the hospital alright?" I gasped, "No...cough...please..cough...I..."
Then I collasped, too weak to even speak as my body body shook with the coughs. Hawkeye came into the room as she exclaimed, "Colonel, I called 911, they say it may be a case of TB..." The Colonel picked
me up as I finally stopped coughing. "Ed, are you ok?" hawkeye aked, clearly worried. "Do...I...look...Ok?" I said weakly. I can't see anything, the room is spinning...I feel so hot and tired...wanna sleep.
"Hey...I'm...tired...wanna sleep..." I mumbled as my eyes closed. Mustang shook me, "Ed! Don't go to sleep! Just stay until we get help! Hawkeye! call Al!..."
I couldn't hear anymore...
Then I blissfully blacked out.