Disaster, ch. 4
This is probably going to look weird because I had to do it in wordpad. Sorry if it's hard to read.
Thanks to the folks who reviewed, especially Netta Sloane. I love her stuff; go read it!
Rated T for language.
Ed woke up to the kind of nausea that makes you live from one breath to the next.
...head throbbing...was somebody carrying him?
This final thought enabled him to squint open his eyes to see Al's shiny metal chest.
...umm...bad idea.
The sun was in his eyes and his headache increased exponentially. He must have made a sound because Al
stopped.
"Brother?" Al started saying something to Winry, but he couldn't catch it. He struggled out of Al's arms just in
time to double over. Shit. There went breakfast.
What the hell happened?
Winry leaned down and handed him a water flask. "Take it easy Ed, you obviously have a concussion."
"I'm fine--
"No you're not! You stood in the way of a rock and Al had to carry you out of there. You're so reckless. If your
head wasn't already hurt, you'd be dodging my wrench right now, you idiot!"
"I'm fine." Ed pushed himself up and forced himself to not waver. "We have to get out of the city before the
military catches up with us again. I can make it, ok?"
He had to make it. There was no way he was going to be the one to slow them down again.
