Hopefully, this chapter and the next explain some people's questions and concerns. The story was supposed to set up like this but apparently, that bothered some people. I pretty much threw this chapter together, kind of wish that I added it to the first chapter instead. The detail is not the best, so take it all with a grain so salt…chapter 3 will be better. Unfortunately, I do not own any of FMA or its characters…I am just a huge fan who has nothing better to do than write fan fiction.
Happenings
Chapter 2
"You have got to be kidding me! Out of everyone here in this damn dorm, I get you! The biggest bastard of them all!"
"…" Colonel just stood, still in shock. Edward looked horrible. "How…What…"
"How? How did I get so short? That's all you do is make of fun my size! Let me tell you, even like this I can beat the crap out of you! You overgrown bastard!" Anger and hatred filled Edward, numbing the pain. He leaned forward from where he sat, pointing at the Colonel with his automail hand. Edward continued to yell, calling the Colonel cruel names and threatening him but all the while, he became dizzy and weaker. As Edward to sway back and forth, his words became broken and stuttered. Exhaustion quickly overtook him and he passed out.
Mustang ran forward to catch the young hurt alchemist before he rolled off the bed onto the floor. The dead weight against his chest pushed Mustang backwards causing him to trip over something on the floor. Falling backwards, Mustang quickly pulled Edward tightly to his chest to prevent further damage to him. Edward's dead weight knocked the wind out of him.
As the flame alchemist gasped for air, he tried to glance at what tripped him. Shifting his weight, he managed to keep Edward tightly against his chest and see the culprit. A poorly transmuted prosthetic leg laid there. It still had most of its original shape but still somehow seemed to function as a makeshift leg.
Sitting up, Mustang gently shifted Edward's weight into his lap cradling him. Looking down at Edward's horribly beaten face, Mustang felt his stomach turn with utter disgust. 'He needs to be in the hospital…' With more shifting of his and Edward's weight, he was quickly on his feet and moving towards the door. 'How could this have happened?'