Al was crying.
He hadn't stopped crying yet. When ever she went to sleep he cried.
Ed was getting annoyed with him. He wanted to run around cheering every time she got worse, but Al's sobbing made it impossible and then he just felt guilty.
He couldn't help wondering if she would be in the bed forever.
That was the best option. She'd be too ill for anything disgusting, and if she told on him it would be so far in the past and he would look so confused they would think she was mad.
Ed sighed wistfully, he would be able to stay with his family then and he wouldn't get in trouble.
'It was always the boy's fault.' That fact made everything hard work, he had tried to tell on her several times but he had remembered those words and kept quiet he didn't want everyone to hate him.
It wasn't his fault, and wasn't fair that no one would believe him.
Trisha had got worse, so they stood holding her hand, she was talking about money. And Ed's heartbeat began to increase rapidly.
She was talking like she was dying.
Ed pressed his lips together, this wasn't what he wanted. He tried to encourage her. They would spend the money with her.
Dying was too much.
Edward had just hoped for bed ridden. After all she could be nice, if she was ill she could only be nice. If she went that bit would gone too.
A ring of flowers like his father made.
She was doing it again.
Making him turn into second rate carbon copy of their dad.
Anger rushed through him like a searing wave of lava. He wanted to exploded then and there. Like a volcano. But he wouldn't big enough for that. Oh no he would be a little volcano, not as good as the big one. No, he never was as good as him.
Ed shook in anger, anyone looking at him thought he was scared. His hair was covering his raging eyes
But goddamn it, why wouldn't she just drop dead.
To Edward's surprise, she did.
Al let out a choking sob and Ed stared in shock. He vaguely registered he was turning towards the adults in the room and making a complaint.
Someone patted him on the shoulder and he was turned toward Alphonse
Al was crying so much, he was heartbroken and it was horrid. It was so horrid. He found himself crying too. Putting his arms around Al and trying to shush him made it worse as Al clung to him and held him tightly.
He had just killed his Mother.
He had just taken Al's mother away from him.
And he had to put it right.
Ed was quiet for days, just thinking of a plan.
The only thing he could do, to make it right, made him feel sick.
But he obviously deserved his fate and for Al he could deal with it, Al made him happy and helped him it get through it before. It was equivalent exchange just like in alchemy.
Edward stared at his mothers grave. He would miss it, but that was fine. This ti9me without was more then he deserved.
He turned toward Al and told him.
They were going to get her back.
A/N:Review if I should keep this up
A/N2: Sorry if this is dull but I'm going to try and cover the cannon bits so I can't have any disturbing randomness yet. And sorry for it being kinda short, but my exams have finished so the chaps will improve (hopefully).