Okay to start out this chapter is from Al's POV so yeah, didn't want to confuse you. The chapter is also named for the song that I was listening to while typing this (So I Thought by Flyleaf) check it out cause it's a nice little song.
Herman jumped on my keyboard near the end of the chapter, there was like two lines of r's lol. Thats not in there so don't worry.
So yeah next chapter will come out sometime and it will be from Al's POV again, cause as of this chapter it will be hard to write from Ed's POV (you'll understand once you read the chapter)
And just to tell you ED ISN'T GOING TO DIE, I'm not evil and he hasn't died in any of my fics so far and he won't die in any of the ones to come.
Ed and I you and please enjoy :3
"Chorus romance says goodnight,
Close your eyes and I'll close mine.
Remember you,
Remember me,
Hurt the first, the last between."~So I Thought
So I Thought
I walk down the stairs as quietly as possible, making sure that they don't creak. Ed has finally fallen asleep after an hour of trying, and I don't wake him up.
Ever since we found out that he needs human flesh and blood to live he's been getting sick. I guess it's from not eating, and it's really starting to take a toll on his body and mind. Ed has trouble getting to sleep; when he does finally get to sleep he'll wake up screaming from nightmares that plague his mind.
It's been a month and a half of dead ends and false hope. We've tried all the cures we could find in the books, striking his head three times with a knife, rolling around in dew, I even made him lie down in the bathtub filled with cold water. The only things that we can't try are killing him or making him stand in a place for a hundred years.
I sigh and set Ed's empty glass on the kitchen counter, at least he's able to drink water and sometimes I give him juice. It's still not enough for him to get better; it breaks my heart to see him so weak. I open the fridge and pull out the carton of orange juice, setting it down on the counter next to the empty glass.
As soon as I'm done pouring the juice into the cup I hear a terrified scream come from my brother's room. I grab the glass and run up the stairs, heart pounding in my chest.
"Al! Al! Al!" He shrieks, I can hear the rustling of his blankets as he tries to get out of bed. I thrust the door open and look into his glassy golden eyes.
Ed is curled against the headboard, pushing up as close as he can get to it. His gaze is unfocused and full of fear; I can see his chest heave with every panting breath. I set the glass on the nightstand and sit down next to him, resting my hand gently on his head.
"It was just a dream brother, it's all right." I help him sit up in the bed and wrap my arms around him. His thin arms wrap around my neck and he drags himself closer, his face buried in my chest.
"It seemed so real, in my dream I killed you when I was a wolf. When I woke up I could almost taste the blood on my tongue." Ed's voice has been made thin and frail, just like his body, from almost two months of not eating or sleeping well. His mind has also become slower and dull; he doesn't really act like himself anymore.
"I'm here now, aren't I?" I rest my chin on his head, whispering comforting words. I can feel his body calm, his breathing becomes slower and his heartbeat becomes slower, but it's still thumping against his ribs. We pull out of the hug and he sits back, hugging himself and looking at the bed.
He doesn't wear clothes anymore, since it always takes too long to take them off before he becomes a wolf. I can't remember how many times his clothes have just been a mess of torn fabric on the floor. If he needs to go downstairs for me he normally puts his red jacket on, since it's really long and covers his body really well.
Ed is shaking slightly, and I can tell it's from the cold. His temperature is lower than before and he can feel the cold of winter even worse than he could before. I sigh and grab his jacket off of the floor, draping it over his thin body. He looks up at me with distant eyes, like he's not really there, and slowly slides the jacket on over his arms.
"Do you feel okay Ed?" I ask when he's done putting the coat on. He looks at me but says nothing, the emptiness in his eyes is scaring me, and the dark circles under his eyes make him look like he's died in front of me. After a moment he shakes his head, blond hair flying around his head with the movement.
"Yeah I'm okay." Ed pulls the coat closer to his body and glances at the clock on the nightstand. I look at it too and see that it is five, one more hour until he's a wolf.
In wolf form he's not any better; he just lies on the ground or on the bed, whimpering quietly. I still call his name, just so his mind won't be plagued by thoughts of hurting me. The once vicious wolf is now just as weak as his peaceful human form.
"I brought some orange juice up for you." I change the subject, picking up the glass and holding it in the air for him to see. Ed's eyes slowly move up to stare blankly at the glass, and then a thin smile appears on his face.
"Thank you Al." He grabs the glass out of my hands, but his arms are shaking with the effort of holding it up. I place one hand on the glass and help him drink from it. He sips the juice slowly and his eyes close halfway in pleasure. Once the glass is empty I set it on the nightstand and sit in the chair that is next to his bed.
"How long has this been going on?" Ed asks, lying down on the bed and burying himself under the covers.
"A month and a half, remember I told you that yesterday." I say in a gentle tone, sometimes it seems like I'm talking to a young kid.
"Oh yeah, sorry." He looks away from me and sighs, "I've been forgetting a lot of things lately."
"That's not your fault brother." I rest my hand on his shoulder, trying to comfort him in any way possible.
"It is my fault, this all started when I disobeyed Mustang and went out on my own at night. I could make myself better if I let you give me some of your blood, but I'm not doing that." This is one of the first times the old Ed has shined through this broken and weak body. But my happiness soon fades as that distant look comes back to his eyes.
"You'll get better don't worry, I'll find something." I whisper gently, trying to smile reassuringly. I guess my smile was convincing, since the sadness and worry in his eyes is gone.
"Okay, I love you Al." Ed whispers, reaching up to wrap his boney finger around my arm. I flinch slightly when I feel his cold pale skin touch my flesh; it's always so startling to feel how cold his body has gotten.
"I love you too brother and I'll always stay with you." He smiles and lets out a long sigh, closing his eyes. I watch as his breathing becomes uneven and shallow, a small sign that's fallen asleep. Just as I stand up, ready to leave my brother to sleep, there is a rapping on the door.
I quickly run down the stairs and open the door and to my surprise I see May and her small panda, Xiao Mei, standing on the doorstep.
"Ignorance is bliss cherish it,
Pretty neighborhoods,
You learn too much to hold.
Believe it not,
And fight the tears,
With pretty smiles and lies,
About the times."~So I Thought
