Ali Phantom: Huh… it is intense isn't it xD and don't fret there will be some later on….
: Well at least I made it suspenseful for you, well here's the next chapter don't die from the suspense… I DON"T WANNA ME A MURDERER!!! *Panics*
theretard5892: Thanks for the advice I'll keep that in mind for the upcoming chapters. Glad you liked it still ^.^
You can run but you can't hide: Was this soon enough for you? Yes poor Ed mwahahahahah xD (I love your username by the way)
Monksea: Don't worry I wont end it there, I have big plans for this fanfiction heh heh heh. And why is it so much fun to read about (and write about) our favorite character getting tortured? Its so odd… Oh well its fun
OME EDS IN THE HOSPITAL!! Oh and yeah there are medical terms in here, I watch House I know things lol. Explanations will be at the bottom or later in the story. If you still need something cleared up ASK! By the way, Roy is probably OOC and so is Al but I normally don't write them.
Roy POV
Besides the paramedics I was the only one in the ambulance with Ed. Al wanted to come but his armor took up too much room. The paramedics where rushing to wrap up Ed's lacerations to keep him from bleeding to death. He couldn't get a blood transfusion until he got to the hospital. He also needed surgery to fix his leg, it broke in an odd way, and various other reasons, like I could understand what they where saying. The problem was the hospital was on the other side of town, and there was about a sixty percent chance he
wouldn't make it.
After what seemed like an endless ride, the ambulance stopped. The paramedics opened the door and rushed the stretcher with Ed on it into the hospital, I followed them.
Another doctor rushed up to them.
"What's his stats?"
"16 year old male, numerous lacerations, broken leg, torture victim."
"Get an OR stat, along with 2 pints of AB negative!"
They rushed through a door and another doctor stopped me from following in.
"Sorry sir, you can't come into the OR, if you want to watch go to the observation room over there"
I walked into the room the doctor showed me and sat down, nervously tapping my fingers against the arm of the chair.
They started cutting his leg open so they could fix his leg.
The nurses where cleaning the blood away from the cut so the surgeon could see what he is doing. When the blood was cleared I could see the bone, it looked shattered around the break. The bone was in an awkward position in his leg, digging into his leg muscle.
Damn, who the hell did this.
Suddenly they stopped as his heart rate sky rocketed.
Then the line heart monitor went flat.
His heart just fucking stopped, shit!
"He's going into v-fib get the paddles!"
They grabbed a cart from the other side of the room and grabbed two paddles off of it. They rubbed them together and then put them a little ways apart from each other on Ed's chest.
"Charging, clear!" Ed's back arched up as they used the paddles to try to get his heart going again.
"Still no pulse"
"Charging. Clear!" They did this about 3 times before Ed's heart started again.
"Heart rates returning to normal."
They continued to work until hours later they where done. I walked out of the observation room to meet up with the doctors.
"You his dad?" He asked
"No but I'm talking care of him for the time being"
"Alright, well we did everything we needed too but during the surgery he went into v-fib or Ventricular fibrillation.
I gave him a confused stare.
"The cardiac muscles of the ventricles in his heart started to tremble instead of working properly, that caused an irregular heart rhythm causing his heart rate to rise then he crashed. He's stable now but it might happen again. He's unconscious and we should keep it that way because of the pain he might feel when he wakes up. We want to put him into a chemically induced coma so he doesn't wake up before the wounds heal enough for him to not be in excruciating pain."
I sighed and ran my hand through my hair.
"We also need to ask you some questions about him, like allergies, and family health issues."
"His brother would know more about that then I would."
"What about his parents"
"Well technically they are orphans."
"Oh, call his brother in then"
AL POV
"But I need to get down to the hospital!"
"Alphonse, you should wait until your brothers out of surgery to go see him."
I sighed, they didn't understand.
Then the phone rand and Hawkeye got it.
"Colonel Mustangs office." (A/N haha she sounds like a secretary xD)
"Colonel?"
"Yeah he's here"
"Al its Mustang he wants to talk to you."
I picked up the phone.
"Hello?"
"Al could you come down to the hospital, they need a history on Edward."
"History?" I asked.
"Yeah family sicknesses what he's allergic to, that sort of stuff"
"Okay I'll be right down."
I hung up the phone and walked out.
MUSTANG POV… again
I stood by the front doors, waiting when they opened and Al walked in.
"Colonel"
"This way Al, I'll show you to Ed's room."
"What about the history thing?"
"You can do that in there"
We walked down the numerous hallways it took to get to Ed's room. There where some nurses in there and the doctor that talked to me earlier.
"Ah this must be his brother" He said looking at Al. We sat down and he asked Al what seemed like a million questions that I couldn't see why they mattered.
"Now one more question, why does your brother have the automail limbs?
Al paused, thinking of a good lie.
"An accident when we were kids."
"Anything happen in that accident that would be medically relevant?"
"Besides the fact that he lost two limbs I don't think so."
"Thank you. Now about your brother"
I wasn't really listening anymore; he was just telling Al what he told me. My eyes drifted towards Ed. He kind of looked like a mummy with all the bandages over him. He had an oxygen mask over his face too.
Who the hell would do this and why?
The doctor left and Al went to sit by his brother.
"I'll leave you two alone." I said and walked out. I was starving; I hadn't eaten since this morning. I started headed to the cafeteria.
Man this hospital is huge; I swear it took me 10 minutes just to get to the cafeteria, and I was just one floor away. There was no one in here either, well besides the workers. I ordered my food and took it with me on my long journey to Ed's room.
I turned down the last hallway and I heard Al's voice
"Nurse!" He called. Crap something's wrong.
Two nurses rushed in and I quickened my pace. When I walked in they where, well I'm not really sure what they where doing. It looked like they where trying to wedge a tube down Ed's throat.
"Can't intubate!"
One nurse grabbed a cart and the used a sponge and wiped an orange liquid on Ed's throat. The other grabbed a scalpel and cut a slit in his throat and put the tube in it. She grabbed a bag like thing and connected it to the tube and squeezed the bag then let it fill with air again. I finally got what they where doing. They where trying to get air into his lungs.
"What happened?" Al asked
"His airway collapsed so we had to cut a hole in his throat and use this tube to get air into his lungs."
I took deep breathes, after noticing that I wasn't breathing during that whole procedure.
Out of all the times you have gone and hurt your self Ed, this is the only time you actually have me utterly and truly worried about your life.
Waiting for him to heal enough to wake him up is going to be hell for all of us.
OR= operating room.
Blood transfusion= Giving someone blood because they lost a lot. Blood comes from donors.
Observation room= where you get to watch a surgery without going into the operating room its self.
Lacerations= fancy word for cuts.
