"Please save him!" the voice from inside the armour whined, "He'll bleed to death."
"A-Al?" Winry stood, shocked, "Is that you?"
The armour nodded slightly, and Winry, gaining her wits about her, ran to Al along with her grandmother to help out with the bleeding body of Edward.
Edward was unconscious for ages, everyone anxious in the time that he was.
One day, however, he awoke with a groan, "Al…Al is that you?" he asked through half-lidded eyes.
The armour nodded slightly.
Ed sighed with relief through the pain, "Good…I had hoped so much that it'd work."
Al giggled slightly, "You're a great alchemist! Of course it worked!"
Ed paled, "Al…?"
The armour nodded, "Yup!"
Ed bit his lip, "What, might I ask, is Al short for?"
"Alice, of course!" the voice giggled.
"Damnit!" Ed groaned, "Wrong soul!"