Chapter 3: Second Chances
With one final intake of air she let everything go as she plummeted towards the ocean below. 'This love in my heart will never leave. I do not fear the end. Let it come, let it take all of this pain away…far far away.' With a resounding splash and a sickening thud everything went black.
Ed sat up fast, sweat running down his forehead. No, not again. He put his head in his hands how could his mind torture him like this. It had been about the fifth night in a row that he had seen her in his dreams. Well to be honest she had always been in his dreams…but not like this. This time something was different. She stood there all by herself, until finally she dropped out of sight. Nothing made sense, what did all of this mean. 'Winry, where are you?'
Connor kneeled down at the rivers edge to splash water on his face. Bringing his face out of the water, he ran his fingers through his messy blonde hair. Looking out across the river Connor gave a cry of shock as he fell backward onto the rocky shore. Standing up he cautiously started to wade through the water to the mysterious body that was propped up on a cluster of rocks. She couldn't have been any older than he was; he flipped her over gently praying that she had a pulse. Putting his head to her chest he heard the softest murmur of a heartbeat. She was bleeding from her head and he had no idea how long she had been like that. Picking her up he quickly made his way to his horse that was faithfully waiting by the nearest tree. Urging the horse to ride faster Connor wondered who she was, and what had happened to her.
Arriving in town Connor stopped at the familiar store front of his parent's clinic. Jumping down he cradled the girl in his arms, his bandana tied around her head to stop the bleeding. "Oh heavens!" Connors mother exclaimed as she examined the young girl lying lifelessly in her son's arms. "Please, I just found her laying on the rivers edge, she's barely breathing." His mother nodded her face slightly paled as she ushered him into the closest room. His mother called for her aid and went about gathering all sorts of supplies.
After about two hours of waiting his mother walked out of the room. She let out a sigh as she spotted her son waiting patiently outside the room. "Well it looks like she's sustained quite an ordeal, judging by the condition of her bruises and her skin it appears that she has been in this state for about a week. Right now she's running a fever." Conner looked confused as she smiled. "How is that good?" She smiled, "If she's running a fever it means her body is fighting, which is a very good sign."
After his mother went about with her regular patients Connor silently slipped into the girl's room. Something about this girl was different, he couldn't figure out what it was but he didn't want to leave her side.
Winry felt a cool, wet cloth on her forehead. Her body ached and her head was spinning. There was a young man who was asleep in the chair next to her bed. She must be in some kind of recovery room…but how did she get there? Suddenly she felt a crushing pain come back to her as she heard the sounds of crashing waves. She felt the tears stream down her face, as the pain racked her body. 'What happened?'
Feeling the girl stir Connor lifted his head to see she was crying. Connor quickly rushed to her side. "What's wrong?" his eyes searched for the cause of this pain. Winry wiped the tears from her eyes, "Where…" her voice cracked from the lack of use, "Where am I?"
I dunno where Im going with this
perhaps I will turn into a writer by the end of this
haha until then I apologize.
This really isn't as good as I had hoped...hmmmm
Amy
