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A/N- I'm not sure how I want to keep this going so it doesn't get too extemely boring. People are starting to like it so I hope I can keep it up, thanks for all the support. ^_^
I opened my eyes to the morning sun, groaned and rolled back over and covered my head. I wanted to fall back alseep but as much as I wanted that I knew that it wasn't going to happen. Once I woke up it was a done deal. I sighed and sat up looking around the room that I was introduced to just the night before. Everything was in place.
I walked over to were my bag was laying on the ground and rummaged through it till I found my toiletries. Once I had them in hand I walked to the door that I remembered was the bathroom, I opened it to find an extremely small one at that. Small shower, small sink, and if I didn't know better the toilet even looked small. I sighed but didn't complain, I could be sleeping out on the road. I should be greatful for what I had.
I stepped into the steaming water. I held my breath as it burned my body. I stood there for a few minutes and thought about what my father would do in this situation. I was in a town were more than half the people looked at me as if they wanted to kill me. I was also alone for the first time in my life.
I started to feel the water get a bit cooler and washed my hair at top speed. I hopped out and dried myself off and got dressed, after which I walked back out to where my bag was and pulled out a small unused piece of white chalk and carefully put it in my pocket. I knew that they didn't want me using alchemy but if it was going to save a life I was going to non the less.
I heard a knock on my door and hurried over to it, pulling it open with just a little too much force.
"Yes?" I asked. There was a man. He looked as if he was extemely poor, his close looked like rags. They were dirty and ripped in more than one spot. He had a brown hat on his head that shielded his eyes from my view.
"My son, he needs help," The man didn't wait for my response before he hurried off down the hall.
"Um, hey," I wasn't sure what to do. This could be a trick, to get me alone. But yet again, I just was. "Wait up," I yelled after him, locking and closing the door behind me before running off down the hall after him. I didn't want to think of what would happen to the boy if I sat around weighing my pathetic options. And even if it was a trap, it's not as if I couldn't fight him off myself.
When he finally slowed we were at the entrence to a dark ally. I shivered at the thought of someone living here and the thought of me stepping into it to help someone.
"This is it," the man said, then stepped in and started walking. He sure didn't like to talk, it was strange. He didn't seem too overly worried about his son. What was wrong with him anyways?
"Okay," I said before fallowing slowly, not letting my gaurd down. I looked at every detail of my surroundings. If I was so to have to escape at a moment's notice I would have to remember where to go. I looked back as I walked and the entrence was getting smaller and smaller as we went on.
As I was looking around I saw people sitting around fires. There were some in boxes and some huddled together in corners. That's when I realized they were all homeless. It was damp, cold, and dark. I could hear children coughing and people snorring, all the faces staring at me had no emotion what so ever. They all seemed to have lost that gleam in there eyes, the strength that kept them from giving up. They had no more energy to keep going, they were as well as dead in the state they were in.
The man came to a stop in front of a large cardboard box. It was covered with plastic, to keep it dry when it rained. He stepped in, not waiting for me to follow. I thought for a moment of what could be inside.
There could be people with guns wanting to 'take care of me,' or there could be a boy in need of help. Help only I could give at the moment. I took a deep breath and pulled the plastic away and stepped in.
When I was inside I saw a boy covered with one small sheet in the far left corner. The father was crouched on the other side, he gave me a lock of pleading. He truly wanted my help, needed my help.
I walked over the the boy and kneeled down next to him. His hair was dark brown, like his fathers, along with his eyes. He was looking at me. I could tell from the look in his eyes that he was in pain.
"Can you talk?" I asked him. He just knodded in response. I looked over to his father, he just looked at me.
"I need to know what's wrong, or I can't help," I looked from the boy to his father.
"He's sick," is all the man said. I sighed and looked back to the boy, noticing that the man wasn't going to be any help.
"Can you tell me how you're sick?" He knodded and then sat up carefully, and very slowly.
"It here," he told me and then lifted up his shirt to show a large red rash on his stomach. It was bruised all around it and looked like it was extemely infected.
"How did you get it?" I aked him. He just shrugged his shoulders. "When did you get it?"
"A few months ago I think," his voice wasn't anymore than a whisper but I could hear him just fine.
"Did anything happen around that time?" I asked, I need as many clues as I could get, I need to first find out what was making this happen.
"We moved out here," I gave him a confused look. "Our home was destroyed." I then knodded.
I took in some mentle notes about his home and what enviroment he was living in and what his stomach looked like. I then looked over to his father.
"I need time to resurch this, can you give me three days?" The father knodded to me then went and sat by his son, that's when I knew it was time for me to leave.
During those three days I didn't take my head out of a book except to shower. I found out that people get infections and rashes from their surroundings. Some are worse than others. The young man just so happened to have one of the more 'difficult to treat'. People who got it were under stressful conditions, leaving the body vulnerable to infections. The body would be too busy with their mental health to worry about their physical health. Being as it was this boy was stressed from losing his home and is now living in a diseased place with a lot germs and bacteria.
I would have to do a human health transmutation, which I have never done before. It was also rumored to be part of human transmutation because it changed several things within the body and structure. You were only allowed to do it if you went through school and got a certificate of knowledge of medicine and the human body, which I indeed didn't have.
If I could figure out a way to do this without causing too much of an uproar and not getting noticed I would be just fine. I thought I knew how to do it, it looked simple enough. I understood what I needed and what I had to do. I just had to be sure I was right about what he had, or this would kill him and myself.
I would need water, lots of water. Water was the foundation of all humans. It made up most of the body and it was what flushed all the germs and bacteria out of the body, cleaning it out. I would also need Carbon, Ammonia, Lime, phosphorous, salt, saltpeter, sulfur, fluorine, iron, silicon, along with 15 other elements. This was used to replace any that was lost to the disease, or during the transmutation.
It was all cheep enough for me, it's not as if I didn't have money. It was just the risk.
I would do a transmutation circle of a six pointed ray, which Edward perfected just a few years ago. He made it perfect, I remember him showing me what he did and how he figured out what to take away from it and what to add. I would have the water in the middle of it with all the added ingredients. I would then lay him next to it, clap my hands and put them to the infected part of his body. If it worked he would be up and around in a matter of days, if not, he would most likely die in hours. Not to add that I would be in a rough condition.
I still had to ask the father if he wanted to take the risk. I was 99% sure that he had this disease and if I was correct he would become infectious to everyone around him. The father was in danger as well, if not already. I would totally understand if he didn't want to go through with it. But yet again, if he didn't his boy would die anyways in the long run. It was a difficult choice he would have to make in hours, for his boy only had about three more days to live if he didn't get this treatment.
A/N- I really like this chapter. Sorry for any grammar or spelling mistakes. If you have any ideas, I would love to hear them. Thanks to all who are giving support to me. I've been trying harder to update more often and I think I'm doing quite well at the moment. Hope you enjoyed the chapter.
