Disclaimer - I do not own any of the characters. All belong to Fullmetal Alchemist. Word Prompt - Legs
It almost felt surreal. Almost like a dream.
Jean Havoc sat there on the bed and stared at his legs once Dr. Marcoh had used the Philosopher's Stone, holding his breath in his chest.
"Well," spoke up Roy from the other side of the room, his ears letting him know no one had left the room. He was still blind, but waited anxiously to hear what had become of his trusted man.
Marcoh bent down and gently touched Jean's bare foot, pulling a pen from his pocket. Removing the cap, he used the pointed end to poke the foot arch. "Do you feel that?"
Havoc swallowed heavily with a nod. Almost like someone had turned the switch in his spine, he could instantly feel his pants touching his legs and the slight chill on his toes. Marcoh touched the arch of his other foot and Jean nodded his head again.
"Okay. Wiggle your toes." Marcoh stood back up and capped the pen, watching the man's feet carefully. Everyone else - except Roy - had their eyes on Jean's bare feet.
Like he had been doing it this whole time, Jean wiggled them and he contained his 'yes' terribly, almost falling off the bed in excitement. Marcoh took a hold of his arm and straightened the man, asking him to lift one leg and then the other. This took a bit more effort as he hadn't exercised them as much as he wanted.
"Don't feel defeated yet. Keep trying." Riza suggested, showing her support with a smile. "You can do it, Havoc."
Jean inhaled slowly and concentrated as he lifted his right leg, Marcoh hushed tones of 'you've got it' and 'that's it' barely reaching his ears. Letting it down carefully, he raised his left with the same amount of concentration. "That's it, Havoc. Standing may be more of a challenge, but do you want to try?"
"Yes, I would," he breathlessly agreed, taking a hold of Breda and Marcoh's hands. The other people moved away to give space and Havoc hoisted himself up with the support, biting down on his bottom lip in concentration. He teetered for a moment on unsteady legs and firmly held onto their hands until he steadied himself. "Can I try for a step?"
Marcoh nodded his scarred head and Havoc raised his left foot carefully, placing it down a few centimeters from his right. He did it again and again until he had reached the edge of Roy's bed. "I did it, Chief."
Mustang raised his head to face where the voice was coming from and smiled. "Now you can feel your legs, huh?"
"Damn straight I can." He released Breda's hand and carefully sat down, glad to feel his leg muscles coming alive with the small distance he went. "Now," he started, scratching his chin, roughly crossing one leg over the other. "How about we get your eye sight fixed, eh?"
End.