I didn't believe Ed when he said that he was going to get automail. I had heard the screams of grown men who had gone through the surgery. But when Ed had gone into the room to go through the surgery, all I heard from the room was hushed noises of pain, and lots of crashing. Now and then Granny or Winry would make a soothing noise. Once or twice I would peak in to the room and see Ed squirming and biting his lip. His face covered in sweat. Winry and Pinako's apron's spackled Then Winry would shout at me to leave the room.
"I'm surprised Ed, even adults are screaming during this part of the operation." Pinako commented.
"This pain is nothing." Ed whispered, pain dripping off his voice. "Compared to what he's lost."
The year after that was really bad. The first 3 months of his rehabilitation were bad. Every time he moved even his fingers or toes for his automail he'd have a hard time not screaming. The 4 months after that he had a hard time doing much. He tried to take a step, but ended up a crumpled heap on the ground. He screamed his first scream since that night we tried to bring mom back. I rushed into the room after I'd heard that.
"Brother!" I exclaimed.
"I just wanted to walk again." He cried.
"Just wait until Winry and Pinako say it's okay for you to walk again. I don't want you hurting anymore." I told him.
"I'm sorry, Al." He whispered. "So sorry." I had a feeling that he didn't mean about him worrying me.
Did I mention the nightmares? He had night mares almost every night. He wouldn't tell me what about. But I had a pretty good guess. I'm sure that if this body could sleep I would get them too. After awhile we had a really bad thunderstorm. Ed couldn't sleep that night, because of what the moist air did to his automail ports. But even through all this Ed stayed determined. He did what took most adults 3 or 4 years in only 1. Even though he had lost his leg and me to the gate, he still attached my soul to this suit of armor. He must have been in so much pain but he still saved me. That's why I'm so determined to get him his body back. So that he never has to go through the pain of automail ever again. I'm sorry, big brother. I swear that I will get your arm and leg back. Then I will get mine back and everything will go back to normal.