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Ed shot up in his bed, he was sweating bullets, his dooner and pillow were on the floor of his room, he must have kicked them off during the night (not that he remembered doing it) Ed ran to the bathroom and threw up into the toilet bowl, trying to be as quiet as possible so to not wake Winry who was sleeping on the other side of the paper thin wall.

He stood up cautiously making sure another round of vomit was not going to come up. Ed rubbed his eyes and groaned, grabbing the cold marble of the sink he looked at his reflection in the mirror. His memorable gold lively eyes had dark bags underneath them and looked lifeless. His skin was not its usual pink colour, instead it was a pale white and was covered in beads of sweat. Edward turned on the cold water and splashed it on his face, hoping it might make him feel better. It didn't. So he gave up and in annoyance decided to have a cold shower. When he got to the point that he was shaking from the cold, he turned off the water and stepped out. He grabbed the only towel in the bathroom (which was Winry's) and dried off, his hands still shaking. He always had bad dreams, mostly featuring his transmuted mother asking him why he hadn't made her properly. Some of the dreams had Al and Hohenheim in them as well. And sometimes, but rarely Winry was chucked in there as well. In them the blond mechanic was usually taken and tortured by various enemy's. But some of them were just simply Al and him going home but finding that she wasn't there to greet them. He didn't know why but they were always the worst ones. Ed always woke up feeling horribly sick. And the most annoying thing was that the nightmares were becoming a regular each night. As soon as his head hit the pillow they would start, they seemed short but he woke up and found there was light escaping the curtain already. So Ed would usually creep into the bathroom as quiet as his automail leg would allow, be sick, have a shower, check the time, then if it was too early to get ready for the day he would go for a walk. Today didn't stray from the schedule. It was only 5 o'clock and Ed didn't fancy going back to bed for fear of another nightmare.

The trio were staying in Central for the moment, sorting out where to go next. Winry had decided to tag along because she wanted to pay Gracia and Elicia Hughes a visit; apparently she "hadn't seen them in ages."

Ed sighed and headed out the door for his morning walk which was becoming a regular "thing". He yawned and pulled the door shut behind him, a little too loudly. He was losing so much sleep due to the reoccurring nightmares.

He walked through the green foliage of Central Park, wondering how long it would take to find a lead in getting their original bodies back. The sky was still dark and the wind was icy on Ed's skin, especially where it touched his automail arm and leg. After he spent a good hour and a half aimlessly walking around Ed headed back to the dorms.

The Fullmetal Alchemist fiddled around in his pockets looking for his room key. "Damn it" he breathed, he knew exactly where he left it. On the table, in the living room...inside the dormitory. Ed stood on the doorstep arguing with himself whether or not to wake Winry up by knocking. He knew Al would answer to let him in only due to the fact that it was impossible for him to sleep, even if he wanted to.

Ed was originally planning on quietly slipping into the small apartment and pretending that he had just got up early, that way the whole nightmare thing would be avoided. But now that he had been so stupid as to forget the damn key he would have to tell the truth, or lie, and Ed wasn't up to doing either.

He sighed and decided that knocking was the only way he going to get inside, unless he went through a window or something. Even then it would be difficult. The Military had sealed all the windows of the dorms for protection. Central was becoming increasingly dangerous. Mostly due to the fact that the aim of the military had been capturing scar and the homunculi, they had been shrugging off petty thieves, one off murderers and such.

Ed sighed again, momentarily distracted by the white 'smoke' coming from his mouth every time he breathed out. Remembering how cold he was, Ed snapped out of it and rapped his metal knuckles on the wooden door. He waited less than a minute before the door swung open and Al stood in front of him.

"Winr...!" The younger Elric exclaimed. "Oh brother, it's you."

"Yeah yeah... wait...why were you expecting Winry?" Ed asked pushing Al aside and striding in the house. "Isn't she here?"

"Well...I...um...no." Al stuttered still standing at the door, looking out and down the public hall.

"She's probably gone for a walk or something... stop stressing Al, she can look after herself." Ed mumbled stepping into his room. But Al couldn't help seeing the worry in Ed's eyes.

Set before promised day...duh

Second chapter will come soonish i guess

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