My first Fanfic.
Please, criticism is needed and would be VERY appreciated.
Winrys Story.
She woke up confused. Not only did she not realize where she was, she was unaware of her grandmother's presence in the room. She wasn't aware of the sounds outside her door, which was later discovered as the Elric brothers. When she woke up, the only thing that was visible at all to her was light. Her nice, gentle orbs locked on it, completely mesmerized, like it was an angel. Soon enough she heard her mother's calm voice, inside the light itself, snap her back to reality. She looked away from the light, which soon showed itself to be a window, and she turned her head and looked around the room. She was in a bed, in a house she never been in before.
"Winry. Winry dear, please wake up." Winry. That name meant a million things, than nothing to her. "Winry, do you hear me. Dear look up." For no reason at all, Winry did just that. Above her head was her Grandmother. To be more specific, grandmother Pinako.
"You're finally awake. They said you wouldn't wake up. You're a Rockbell. I know you would wake up. I never doubted you for a moment." Winry finally registered her situation. She just had awoken from a coma. Why was she in a coma? Who thought I wouldn't wake up? Millions of thoughts, all revolving around the reason she was in this bed. Why people thought she wouldn't wake up.
"The Elrics are here." Winry leaned over the bed in a short but fast move, and she hurled. She couldn't think for a minute. She couldn't even breathe. She looked up at the door, and three swift movements she was off of the bed and on to the ground heading towards it. She didn't stop for her grandmothers angry plead to sit back on the bed, or her muscles screaming at her for getting off the bed way to fast. Her blonde hair blinded her most of the way, making her footsteps careful and weary. It should've taken her fifteen seconds to get out of the room. Instead, with every weary footstep she took she felt her body ache, causing her to scream inside her head for the pain to go away. When she finally reached the door, she struggled with the doorknob for a moment before crashing threw it completely. Winry let out a fragile cry of defeat, before letting her body crash to the ground. She threw her arms around her already weak body, attempting to hug herself. After a failed attempt to do that, Winry used all the strength she had left and she picked herself up off of the ground. She stood there for a moment, and that was when she notices the red, sticky, liquid pouring out of a wound above her left hip before falling. Her wounds opened up. She was going to die. She knew it. She was going to bleed to death. As the dark spots began to cover up her world before her eyes, her grandmother finally ran after her and noticed her granddaughter was going to bleed to death. Winry could feel her warm hands around her cold body, and could faintly hear the screaming that her grandmother was doing, causing her to fade away quicker. Before she was engulfed in darkness completely, Winry looked at the other hands that were going to watch her die. That's when Edward ran in. Running up to her face yelling in her ears to not die. His own blonde hair contrasting with hers. He was actually handsome. She secretly scolded herself for thinking about this at a moment like this. She decided she wasn't going to die. It was just a little blood lost. She would be fine. She was going to live. For now.