With a heavy heart Winry Rockbell sat on the train that sped back towards Resembool alone. She had hoped that she would have been able to walk home with her friends the Elric's but fate had never been kind to her. It had seemed to good to be true when Edward crashed back into the hard Amestrian ground. Memories of her childish crush had made her breath hitch and her heart skip. She had collapsed to the ground and embraced him all the while the boy she had taken as her lover stood close behind. Winry shut her eyes as images floated before her eyes. It had been quick but satisfying for both of them but now all she was left with were the memories of Alphonse by her side.

Mommy
I am only 4 inches long
but I have all my organs.
I love the sound of your voice.
The sound of your heart beat
is my favorite lullaby

The flu wouldn't cease it caused Winry to wretch at the thought of food let alone the actual sight or smell. No matter how much rest she took or home remedies her grandmother gave her it continued. Nearly every waking moment she was nauseas, there were nights that seemed to last forever as she stood out on the porch gulping at the autumn air to try and control her stomach. Still she held off to see the doctor.

Mommy
today I learned how to suck my thumb.
If you could see me
you could definitely tell that I am a baby.
I'm not big enough to survive outside my home though.
It is so nice and warm in here

She dropped the wrench she was holding as a fluttery feeling erupted in her stomach. She placed her hand over it her eyes wide and staring but seeing absolutely nothing. Tears cascaded down her face as she shook her head quickly taking in a deep breath. Her heart pounded in her chest as fear over took her uncertain of what had just occurred.

You know what Mommy
I'm a boy!!
I hope that makes you happy.
I always want you to be happy.
I don't like it when you cry.
You sound so sad.
It makes me sad too
and I cry with you even though
you can't hear me.

Her pants were getting tight. Even though the nausea had passed she was still afraid to hardly eat anything so she wasn't getting fat. She examined her arms pinching at them before a hand patted her stomach as her worse fears were starting to become reality.

Mommy
my hair is starting to grow.
It is very short and fine
but I will have a lot of it.
I spend a lot of my time exercising.
I can turn my head and curl my fingers and toes
and stretch my arms and legs.
I am becoming quite good at it too

Winry wrapped her arms around herself as she exited the doctors office. She believed what the doctor said, she knew what she had to do.

You went to the doctor today.
Mommy, he lied to you.
He said that I'm not a baby.
I am a baby Mommy, your baby.
I think and feel.
Mommy, what's abortion?

Winry laid down on the cold table and closed her eyes. Above her she heard a voice say it would sting slightly. His words tumbled around in her head, 'It's not a baby yet….there's still time to stop this before it's too late….Al I'm sorry….'

I can hear that doctor again.
I don't like him.
He seems cold and heartless.
Something is intruding my home.

The doctor called it a needle.
Mommy what is it? It burns!
Please make him stop!
I can't get away from it!
Mommy! HELP me!

The pain gripped her stomach just as the nurse had told her it would but she had said it would pass but it didn't. She laid in the recovery room gripping the sheets as it took her over making her dizzy. She felt it, 'what is that?', slipping out of her body. Then it was over. She sat up taking deep breaths and stared at the small lifeless form of her son.