Warning: werid stuff
Ed hadn't slept all night, neither did his brother. Al seemed used to the lack of sleep whereas he was exhausted. He had been laid on his bed, and his brother spent the night with him. Whispering gentle, kind words into his ears. Al left the room for some reason, he hadn't been listening, he tried sitting but his body rebelled and he fell down. His body felt heavy and stiff and his mind, foggy. Suddenly pain shot through his arms. He couldn't talk except for a hoarse croak, which hurt his throat. Al re-appeared in the room holding food and juice. Al set the food down and lifted his brother, and held the food out to him, Ed lifted his hand to take it but his arms burned, sharps lines of agony, his wrists feeling like they were about to be torn off.
Al smiled at the strange noise that escaped the boy, and began to spoon feed him. Ed was too tired and weak to resist the baby treatment.
When he was fed and watered Al laid him back down, being gentle with the small boy. He kissed top of his head and stroked his hair gently, whispering words of love as the boy fell finally asleep.
When the boy woke again, Al smiled gently "Do you want to go and see Winry and Mustang?"
Ed's eyes widened, he desperately wanted to see them but he was in agony and didn't want them to see him being so weak. He let out a strange croaking noise.
Al cocked his head, and gave the blonde some of the drink he was holding. Ed tried again and simply rasped. Al smiled "shake or nodded your head."
The boy shook his head; it wasn't a sore as the rest of him but still twinges.
Mustang was pacing the corridor. Winry was staring at the door.
Elysia was watching the door attentively.
"Sir." Hawkeye reprimanded. "You have work to do. You have several subordinates here wait to give you their reports. What are you doing?"
Mustang whirled to look at her, "He's never been this late before. Elysia say's…"
"Sir, I know you're concerned, but he won't come be here any faster if you don't do your work. Also the shadow alchemist is here, I think you wanted a word with him didn't you?" she gazed at Mustang as he quickly rose and walked towards his office. She caught hold of him before he entered. "Sir, what you're saying about Alphonse and Edward. Are you certain?"
He turned his dark eyes to her. "Completely."
She nodded, "Well, if you want to rescue him you're going to need military help. You need to keep your staff on side." He looked at her in confusion. "If you're certain, I'll..."
Their conversation was suddenly interrupted. Elysia had begun to cry.
"He's hurt him; I knew he was going to hurt him, last night. Why haven't you stopped him?" Winry comforted the girl, while Mustang went to persuade Shadow into saving a child.
Alphonse lay with his arms wrapped around Ed, who was sleeping again. He kissed the boy's forehead the left the room.
As he entered the other room he heard a strange hissing noise, like whispering voices. He turned to Ed's room but could see the boy sleeping. He stumbled slightly and the gate flashed before his eyes. The hissing grew into a voice, which he couldn't understand. He knew the voice as his own. It sounded angry and hurt. He fell to the floor tears pouring from his eyes. He glanced towards Ed's room. 'But he's a fast healer.' His thoughts sounded tearful and guilty he was like a child, making excuses to its parent. The hissing voice rose to a furious shriek of anger and accusations, and his tears fell fast as he curled up on the floor sobbing with sadness, fear and guilt.
"Al?" Ed croaked.
The voice stopped and he lay there curled up, his breathing ragged. He looked up to see Ed staring at him tiredly, concern written all over his face. He stood and went in the cupboards and pulled out a carton of juice he found. Walked into Ed's room and placed the straw in silence, while his brother watched him questioningly. He placed it at the boy's lips.
"How are you feeling?" The boy began drinking and nodded slightly.
"I'm going to get some food, I'm going to get a healing alchemy book to help speed up the process." Ed nodded and carried on drinking, Al gazed at the boy and smirked, he looked adorable in those pyjamas, sucking away like that. His expression soured. Yes, last night, he was going to have to work on that. The boy should have done what he wanted. He patted the boy's hair and left.
After Al left, Ed just lay there. There wasn't much else he could do, his voice felt slightly better and he could talk a bit. That was a bonus. Ed lay there, he suddenly saw a wooded block with knifes slotted into it. In his minds eyes his brother drove into someone's chest. His eye widened and he softly shook his head. He reached over to the juice but found it empty. He slowly rose, with difficult. His legs weren't so bad; it was his torso that felt like red hot swords had replaced his ribs. He fell back on the bed with pain shooting through him. He was made aware of the rest of the world when the sound of something breaking came from below. An argument drifted up, through the floorboards. Then it was deadly silent. The floor creaked and he suddenly realised how vulnerable he was.
Ed's eyes opened too hear footsteps walking towards the apartment. He felt nervous, but was unsure if it was because it might be his brother or someone else. The footsteps faded and he slowly drifted to sleep again.
Next thing he knew Al was leaning over him. "Al?" he croaked out grimacing at the sound. Al held up a book, smiling lightly, looking human for the first time since he regained his body. "Found one like I said. Help speed up the road to recovery."
A/N: reveiw if you want me to keep this up
A/N2: I'm back. might seem a bit random this chapter
