Chapter 7
"Ow," I winced at my surroundings as they returned to me.
"Lieutenant?" Why was that voice worried. Hold on.
"Yuhh," Wow, that sounded educated. I quickly recalled the recent events and cursed. Although it sounded more like 'gored', I turned my attention then on where I was. A quick shuffle told me it was comfortable, maybe the sofa, and my good arm was draped onto the floor. Definitely a sofa.
With this a attempted to get up but a stern voice told me otherwise.
"Stay still dog!"
Wow, harsh. I opened my eyes slowly, a good idea originally until I was met by five distraught faces and two strangers that scowled in my direction. I wasn't sure whether to be scared of the giant man, responsible of rendering me defenceless. Or the women next to him, with crossed arms and a look that could kill.
"Um, what? No. Who? Why?" I cursed again, this time successful.
The women spoke, I was surprised that she didn't show a forked tongue.
"Misunderstanding, nothing more, although it is apparent that the military-" she spat this word "-have sent the wrong soldier,"
I felt myself grow hot with anger, already adding to the frustration of my failed attempt at protecting the Eric's.
"What do you mean, wrong soldier?"
Her eyes burnt into mine.
"I mean something so feeble is wasted on the boys' safety and I'm sure it was the fault of the military, as usual,"
Wow, this one had a strange obsession with the military. The old women rose from the wooden stool she was perched on and spoke to relieve the awkward tension.
"It doesn't matter now, why does matter is that we have a job to help the Lieutenant," I noticed that I was not wearing my coat, and was wearing just my shirt that had been ripped at the top of the arm to reveal the remains of my automail replacement. Blood was pooled all the way down the white material and I grimaced at the though of the pain I had endured to obtain such an injury. Whoops. I think they know.
I glanced at Winry behind the aged women, she was looking distraught at the amount of blood I had down me. I could only imagine how scared she must have been.
"Sorry," I said simply and succumbed to the idea of getting myself repaired.
