"London?" The word rolled off of Jylissa's tongue; it almost tasted bitter in her mouth. She repeated the word in her head over and over, trying to grasp the concept. Alphonse kept his eyes on the girl, fearing she would snap at any second, and Edward was drinking his tea.
"Yes, London," Edward replied. Did the girl suffer head trauma as well? He gave Jylissa a better look since she was conscious this time. Raven colored hair gave a beautiful contrast to her porcelain skin, and her emerald eyes locked onto his. Edward's face flushed and he quickly turned his head.
Jylissa started to open her mouth, but she looked at Alphonse. He seemed so innocent and both brothers were good enough to take her in. She kept her mouth shut and sat in a chair across from Edward.
"Would you like some tea?" Alphonse was already pouring Jylissa a cup. She looked frail and possibly was still in pain. "The doctor left some medicine in case you're still hurting," he added. Jylissa took the cup and took a sip, letting the warmth spread through her body.
"Medicine?" Jylissa instinctively touched her shoulder. "What happened?"
"Well after you fell through the gate, you must've come across some guys who were looking for some fun. You were shot in your shoulder and thigh, we had to call a doctor," Edward explained, "I also was the one to rescue you."
"That explains the…" Jylissa stopped and digested what Edward said. Fell through the gate? Then that must mean she was no longer capable of returning home. Returning to what was left of her family, her mentor, her life.
"Hmm?" Alphonse had taken a seat next to her, watching what was left of her color drain from her face.
Jylissa stood up, panic rising in her chest, "I don't feel so hot."
"Just sit back down, maybe it'll go away," Alphonse offered. He rose out of his chair and caught Jylissa just in time. "Brother, let's get her back to the couch."
"You know, for a state alchemist, she sure faints a lot," Edward said as he came to his brother's side and lifted Jylissa's legs. Alphonse glared, but said nothing. They placed her back on the couch and stepped back.
"She's lost a lot of blood, I'm sure she's stronger than you think. Then again, you think you're better than everyone," Alphonse left the room for a moment, and returned with a cold compress. He handed it to Edward.
"And just what am I supposed to do with this?" He asked.
"Put it on her forehead, she looks like she might have a fever," Alphonse yawned, "you brought her home, she's your responsibility. I'm going back to bed." Alphonse headed back to bed, leaving his brother alone with Jylissa.
Edward was too tired to argue. Al did have a point, he did bring Jylissa home. Edward always said that if Al brought home a stray, it was his responsibility. He put the compress on Jylissa's forehead and glanced at the clock; it was just past two in the morning. He wondered if she would be as violent when she woke up a second time.
Jylissa tried to roll onto her side and woke up when the pain shot through her arm. She cursed and sat up, kicking Edward in the head.
"What was that for?" He cried. Jylissa's eyes widened and she got in the floor next to him.
"I'm so sorry! I honestly didn't mean to hurt you this time!" Jylissa was going to put her hand on his shoulder, but thought better of it.
"Yeah, this time," Edward muttered. This girl was surely going to kill him, he thought.
Jylissa realized his brother wasn't around, and was touched that Edward had stayed with her. She then remembered the kitchen incident. "I'm usually not this weak and fainting all the time," she said.
"It's probably from the blood you lost," Edward replied. He watched as Jylissa pulled on the collar to her shirt and looked at the bullet wound. She touched it gingerly and her face twisted in pain.
Jylissa stood up and walked to the window. The morning sun was shining through the curtains, begging to be let in. She pulled back a curtain and observed the new world facing her. It was definitely different than Central, she thought. The people she watched were wearing clothes that seemed similar to Amestrian style, but still unfamiliar. She was eager to learn about this London she was in.
"Edward, you said I fell through the gate?" She turned backed to him, and he had moved from the floor to the couch.
He looked at her, and realized that conversation never was finished. "Yeah, and you should probably explain yourself. Do you remember what you were doing before?"
"Yeah, I remember," she started, "but you're not going to like it."