(A/N) I'm back Luckily, the power was only out a half a day (the storm just brushed us, carnage everywhere else 0o). Despite the fact I'm happy to have my precious computer back, it feels so anti-climatic. Anyhow, enough about me. Onto the story!
Disclaimer: Didn't we go over this? I. Own. Nothing. Nada. Zip. Zero.
The first thought that entered Ed's head when he woke up wasn't gallant. It wasn't of plotting how he'd escape, or even malicious cursings of the throbbing in his head. It was of needing the bathroom. Badly. (Seriously, when in stories, do characters ever need/use the bathroom? I just had to add this because of that) Accompanying his mind-splitting headache, was a distinct jabbing pain in his abdomen. Biting his lip, he managed to prop himself up fully on his human elbow. Looking around desperately, he took stock of his surroundings.
He was in a barren room, furnished only with the bed he was lying in. The bed itself was plain white, though he noticed some dark brownish red spots of dried blood staining the sheets. His auto-mail arm was limp and useless at his side, but thankfully, as he wiggled his toes, both legs were still functioning. And, as luck would have it, the door was on the farthest side of the room.
Swinging his legs over the side of the bed and sitting up, he grabbed the bed frame as a new wave of pain and dizziness washed over him. Carefully, so he didn't pass out again, he stood up and began staggering towards the door, using the wall as a brace. Grabbing the door knob, he turned it. To his utter relief, it wasn't locked. Pausing to let his eyes adjust to the sudden light in the hallway, he gratefully swung to the right into a bathroom.
Sweet relief. As Ed finished his business, he noticed a high-set window in the wall. It was small, but he could probably fit through it. Oh well. As he thought this, something ticked in his head, but he ignored it, focusing on getting back to the bed. Now, his headache was even worse. It felt like someone was splitting it open with a hot knife. Something warm trickled down his cheek. Instinctively, he put a hand to his head, and felt something sticky. Removing his hand to see what it was, he realized it was blood. The last thing he noticed before he passed out was the smell of a hot summer's night mixed with his own salty blood.
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Envy sighed, entering the bathroom. It was late at night, and though he didn't need to sleep, he was restless. The runty alchemist still hadn't woken up yet, and he'd been out for nearly a day already. If the alchemist died now, this late in the plan, he'd be blamed and as good as dead. So as he saw the runt's unmoving body, he swore violently. His wounds on his head had re-opened, probably from the trauma of getting up and moving around while he was still healing. Angrily, he opened the cabinet below the sink, fishing out some gauze. As he hefted the unconscious deadweight over his shoulder, something finally snapped. He roughly dropped the body onto the bead, and hurried off to find Lust.
--Later--
"Dammit Lust; I'm not a bloody babysitter!" Envy slammed his fist against the wall outside the runt's bedroom. Sighing, he placed both hands on the wall and let his head rest against its cool surface. Turning to face Lust he sighed. "Really. I'm sick of cleaning up after him and saving his sorry hide."
Lust groaned slightly, "Envy, we've been over this before..." Her voice held a slight twinge of annoyance, unusual for her.
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On the other side of the door, Ed slowly opened his eyes. His head was still aching, but fresh gauze had been applied, and he felt slightly better. What had woken him? It was clearly the middle of the night, but there were voices outside. Trying to listen better, he stayed completely silent, and for a moment all he could hear was the furious beating of his heart. Finally, after a moment that seemed like eternity, they continued talking again.
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"You should know this by now. We can't kill him yet..." She paused, and in a momentary action of paranoia, lowered her voice to a whisper. She glanced at the shut door, then glared slightly at Envy. "We need to talk about this somewhere else." She paused, and looked Envy in the eyes. "I'm getting impatient too, Envy, but we must wait until the opportune moment. It won't be long now, I promise."
Envy finally nodded, glancing at the door too. "Alright."
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Silence. Nothing. Ed's ears almost burnt he listened so hard. But that was it, and he knew it, even though some part of his mind refused to accept it. As he tried to relax into the bed, a thousand thoughts whirled through is head, his pain temporarily forgotten. He was jerked back to reality, and wanted to scream in frustration. How long had I been out? When's yet? How can I get out of here?
Finally, he sighed. He needed a plan. As his eyes adjusted to the dark, he stared at the patterns on the ceiling above him. It was going to be a long night...
(A/N) Cliffie! Muhaha! I might not be able to update for a long time now, but I promise I will. At least 5 more reviews! R&R!