Her cerulean eyes scan the room. She had gotten an urgent call just moments ago, and she was all too familiar with the panicked tone from the other end.
Please…please…just don't be dead.
Her thoughts race as she walks to the front desk. Her heart is pounding loudly in her throat, making it difficult to speak.
Aimee: Ex-excuse me?
Her voice cracks slightly. The nurse behind the mahogany desk lifts her head and smiles.
Nurse: Hello. How may I help you?
Aimee swallows, trying to force the lump in her throat down. It doesn't work. She closes her eyes and takes a deep breath.
Aimee: I'm looking for an Edward Elric? I was just informed that he had been taken here.
The nurse looks down at a clipboard filled with names and room numbers. She frowns.
Nurse: I'm sorry, but we aren't allowed to let anyone back to see Mr. Elric.
Aimee grinds her teeth. This was not happening. She had to get back there! She shoves her fists in her pockets. Her hand hits something hard.
Of course! How could I be so stupid?
She smirks and flashes her silver pocket watch, the sign of a State Alchemist.
The nurse's eyes widen.
Nurse: Oh, I didn't- In that case, go right ahead. He is in room 403.
Aimee brushes past the desk and throws the doors behind it open. The closest room to her is 127. Of course. She enters the nearby elevator and punches the 4th floor button.
When it stops, she races out and to the door marked 403. She stands, too afraid to open it.
You have to. You have to know that he is okay.
She takes another deep breath and pushes open the door.
The sun momentarily blinds her as she enters the room. But the second her eyes focus, she is instantly relieved. She lets out an audible sigh.
Aimee: Edward…
She walks to his bed and slumps down beside it. She lays her head in her arms next to him. Tears fill her blue eyes and stream down her face.
He's okay. He's alive. I thought that I was going to lose him this time…
A hand places itself on top of her head.
Ed: Stop that.
Aimee gasps and jerks her head up. He may be alive, but he looks awful. His head is bandaged, as well as his chest. He lost a few fingers from his auto mail. And there are so many bruises.
Ed: Come here.
Edward scoots over to make room and Aimee climbs in next to him. He wraps his arm around her and pulls her close. She curls up next to him and the tears come again.
Ed: Aimee… I'm okay.
She shakes her head against his side and wipes her eyes.
Aimee: I know. I just thought... And I couldn't…
She sits up and looks down at him. Her eyes tearing up yet again.
Ed gives her a weak smile as he reaches out for her hand. She takes it and brings it to her cheek.
Aimee: You had to come back. You promised you wouldn't ever leave me alone.
Edward smiles, his golden eyes shimmering.
Ed: That I did. And see? I came back just fine.
Aimee's eyes widen, as she looks him up and down. She places a hand on the bandages covering his chest and stomach.
Aimee: I would hardly call this fine…
Edward covers her hand with his. He adjusts the bed so that he is in a sitting position.
Ed: It's not so bad. I'll be fine in a few days. A week tops.
Aimee: Ed, I don't-
Edward leans over and kisses her, catching her off guard. She closes her eyes and leans into him. She wasn't sure if she would be able to do this again.
Someone clears his throat.
Aimee turns to see Alphonse standing in the doorway.
Al: Well it looks like you're feeling better, brother.
Edward smiles, flexing his metal arm.
Ed: Of course! You know me I'm indestructible!
Aimee frowns at him. He clearly does not see the extent of his injuries. Al shakes his head.
Al: Brother, you really are reckless.