Disaster, ch.3
Sorry this took forever! I finally made myself sit down and type something, just to get the story moving again.
Actually, Winry didn't yell at all when Al returned. She did turn a nasty shade of white and then hurried to check Ed's pulse. Then she burst into action.
"I take it he got hit in the head?"
"Yeah, it looked like a ricochet caught him. Stupid brother! He shouldn't have run off by himself like that."
"Never mind that now; we can yell at him later. Set him down for a minute, Al. I want to get a good look at where he's bleeding….hmm. It's not too bad, but it needs pressure put on to stop the bleeding. Do you think you can carry him and press here at the same time? I don't think we should stay here for too long. His eyes aren't dilated, but to still be unconscious, he's bound to have a concussion. And you're right- he is an idiot.