(A/N: Thanks to Ed' .Kitten, England101, and to DinRose for your reviews! If not for you guys I wouldn't have been able to fix things)
I couldn't sleep.
It wasn't because of Ed and I being in the same room. I was fine with it because I knew that nothing would happen. It wasn't fact that this room was usually used for patients to recover in after surgeries. It was the clean hospital smell.
I glanced over at Edward, who was sleeping soundly in the bed across the room. I didn't understand how he could stand it.
Giving up on sleep, I hobbled out into the hall, where the smell wasn't as bad.
Alphonse was sitting in the hall. He looked up at me. "What's wrong Myra?" he asked.
"I can't sleep in there. It smells."
If he could show expressions, I was certain he would have had the same confused look Edward gets on his face. "What do you mean?"
I sat down across from him. "It smells like a hospital in this part of the house." I hugged my knees to my chest.
"Oh," he said, slightly understanding now.
We were quiet for a while, neither of us knowing what we should say. Some time passed before Alphonse started up the conversation.
"Do hospitals bring up some bad memories?" he asked me.
I nodded. "Yeah. They remind me about my sister." I felt anger that was buried deep inside me rise up. "That damn doctor didn't know anything. Even a kid like me knew that all she needed was some medicine and for her injuries to have been cleaned better." I said this through clenched teeth. My hands were balled up into fists.
"You really loved her didn't you?"
Almost immediately I said, "More than anything."
"Could you tell me about your family?"
I nodded. "Her name was Katrice, though my brother and I only ever called her Sister. My brother's name was Drake, and I just called him brother. My brother was a few years older than me, and my sister was about twenty years older than me. My parents wanted more kids after she turned fifteen. Kat took care of us as if we were her own kids. She worked as a teacher at a school near the edge of town. She loved people, but never got married."
"What kind of accident was she in?"
I held my breath, attempting to calm down. "There was a fire at one our neighbor's houses. She went to help them. She got some major burns on her back. They had nearly healed when they got infected. It spread through out her and killed her from the inside out."
I was crying now. Not noticeably. They were tiny tears that dribbled down the corners of my eyes.
I rubbed my face and stood up. "Thank you for letting me talk. If you ever have something on your chest, you can tell me. Okay?"
"Okay. I will."
I hobbled down the stairs and into the living room. My eyes drifted over to a shadowy figure that I knew was the couch.
I sat down and allowed myself to sink into the cushions. My body relaxed instantly. I was no longer in a hospital. I was in a house.
Lying down, I felt at home. The smell of the couch reminded me of what my house had smelled like before I left.
I fell asleep there comfortably.
•••
Ed woke up the next morning to see the bed opposite him was empty.
'Where did she go now?' he thought.
After getting dressed, Ed walked down stairs to the living room to see it was empty.
'I must have gotten up before everyone else."
He was about to sit on the couch, but was surprised to see a sleeping Myra.
'When did she come down? And where's Al?'
His question was answered moments later when he saw Al sitting outside.
"Hey Al," he said as he walked up to him.
"You're up early," Al responded.
"I guess." He paused for a moment. "Did you know that Myra was sleeping downstairs?"
"Yeah. I'm the only who covered her up with the blanket."
"Why did she go down?"
"She said it was the smell."
Ed made a confused face. "Smell? What do you mean?"
"The smell reminded her of hospitals and caused some unpleasant memories to surface."
"Oh." The confusion was still there. "How do you know this?"
"She told me. You were asleep and we talked in the hallway when she walked out."
Things fell into place. "By memories do you mean about her sister?"
Al nodded. "Yes. That's also why she gets uncomfortable around doctors."
They stayed there until Winry called for them to come back inside for breakfast.
(A/N: So this chapter's also filler-ish, but it explains a lot about Myra's issues. And now look down the screen. What do you see? OH! LOOK! It's… not big and blue. It's a box... HUH? *sigh* Oh well. Please comment! If you don't I'll stick Myra on you! After she gets her leg back of course.
Myra: Hey Hopeless! When are you gonna get to that? I hate this spare leg!
Me: Calm down! I'm working on it!
Winry: No you're not. I'm the mechanic here.
Me: Arg! You know what I mean!
Anyway... Please review! Constructive criticism welcome!)