A/N:: I do not own FMA. Read. Review. Revel!
I groan and turn over, my head heavy. "You awake, klutz?" Iam asked, putting a cool cloth on my forehead. I was still on the floor, Iam kneeling next to me. He looked tired. I tried to sit up, but my head was too heavy and I let my head drop, sending more pain up my spine.
"Ugh~" I managed.
"You fell out of bed... are you alright? I cleaned up some of the blood, but I didn't want to move you until you woke up, just in case you got a concussion or something..." Iam said, patting the cloth on my forehead. I close my eyes and gingerly touch my head. Right behind my left ear is a gash that seems unable to stop bleeding. I flinch away and look at my bloodied hand.
"Ew... You'll need stitches. Let's get you up..." He grabs my clean hand and pulls me up slowly. I stumble and he grabs my back.
"You... were Envy..." I mumble, incoherently. If Iam understood me, he didn't give anything away.
We drove to the hospital in Iam's little car, everything was blurring and I was having trouble forming a sentence. "Too fast..."
"Don't talk too much, okay? We'll be there soon."
I don't know how long it took exactly, but it felt like seconds by the time we were at the hospital. I also didn't remember getting shown my room, but all the sudden there I was. The doctor looked me over and agreed that I needed some stitches, "What happened?"
"She fell off the bed..." Iam said, grimacing as the needle was pulled in and out of my head. I felt tired and drained, letting Iam talk for me.
"She work?"
"Yes."
"Well, she's going to have to take today off and maybe tomorrow. She has a mild concussion and I don't want her to strain herself," the doctor was talking with Iam when I noticed, he was familiar... I didn't know where I had known him from... but... I have seen him before... I read the tag, Dr. Marcoh.
"You work at Orion?" I ask.
The older man looks at me, startled, "Erm... Yes, when they need me... Why?"
"I work there... I have seen you before."
Iam laughs, "At least she hasn't lost her memory!"
"You're pathetic... A little head wound and you can't come to work?"
I lifted my head in surprise. Ed was staring at me accusingly. "What are you doing in here... This is my office."
"Oh shut up. It's my therapy, you missed yesterday's and the day before's. You are not supposed to be absent and I wanted to talk," Ed's hands were on my desk and he was scowling.
"You can talk now if you want," I reply, setting down my pen.
"Now I don't want to," Ed answered obstinately. He pulled his hands to his chest, crossing them.
"Okay, let me get back to work."
Ed grumbled and sat down on the reclining chair, "You hit your head and you couldn't come to work?"
I looked back up at him, "I am sorry that I missed your session, I was hurt and was told to stay home... do you want to talk or not?" I was slightly irritated, he was like a child and my headache was still a dull roar.
"Yeah... I had a dream about my..." He stops and looks at me. I watch him for half a second, during which, his face contorts from recognition, confusion, worry and almost pain. I had seen his face become blank when he was in his own world, but this face was different and that worried me.
"Ed, you okay?" I ask, getting up from my seat, "Do you want me to get you something?"
"I..." Ed started. He looks as if he wanted to be anywhere but here. I started towards him. He shook his head and stood up. "No... no, that's not right... that is impossible... the dead stay dead... you can't bring back the dead..." He brought his hand up to his face, massaging his temples with his thumb and middle finger.
"Edward?"
Ed continued to mutter under his breath, leaving the room. Great... I scared him away... "I didn't mean to be cross..." I said as he walked out the door... It was mostly to myself, but I thought I heard someone say, "It's not that."
I turned around, but I was alone... It was defiantly that voice again... "Hello?" I tested.
Nothing.
Damn. I was hoping that... maybe I am losing my mind. I shake my head and return to my desk.
