Hey Everyone! I'm posting once again. YAY! Sorry for the crazy long wait. There was a crap ton of drama with my co-worker and then my grandma passed away 2 weeks ago. We just had her funeral yesterday. So life's been a bit stressful.. but now I've finally got the next chapter up. :D
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Just some advanced warnings: This chapter is not graphic in the same sense as my other chapters, but there is a crap ton of angst. As well as mentions of rape. Or... non-con as I've learned it's called. I'll try my best to give their reactions justice, but a lot of this is territory I've never been through myself. Don't hate me xD
Alphonse watched from a distance, seeing Mustang frantically follow Lieutenant Hawkeye into the house. He waited anxiously, praying that this was the day they found his brother.
However, when Mustang abruptly opened the door of the house, Alphonse became confused and worried. Was Ed not there? Had they been thrown on an empty trail? What if they never found his brother? What if the look-a-like had actually taken Ed's place and his brother was thrown in a river somewhere far out in the woods? What if he never saw Ed again? What would he do? How would he cope? Was it possible that their theory of their bodies being connected wrong? Was that why Alphonse was still alive?
No! Alphonse wouldn't think like that. He had to believe that his nii-san was still alive, waiting for Alphonse to rescue him. But dammit, waiting was hard! It was killing him to know if Ed was safe, and unharmed.
Movement from the other house had Alphonse's soul leap. Ed's look-a-like came sauntering out the door, looking for all like he had no care in the world. A moment later, Mustang stormed out the door of the other house. Soon after came Havoc, Hawkeye, and Armstrong, all watching Mustang and the imposter intently. Alphonse tensed, hearing the metal squeak as he positioned his armor, waiting for the most opportune moment to strike.
Then, just like turning the page of a book, things began to happen. The imposter jumped back, clapped his hands together and created a massive wall of dirt, separating him from everyone else. Instantly, Al took off running, ignoring the shouts of those behind him. The time for waiting was over. He couldn't care less what Mustang thought about his actions right then.
Alphonse reached the imposter right as the Armstrong burst a fist through the thick dirt, pellets of rock and clumps of dirt knocking into both him and the imposter.
"What the hell do you think you're doing, brother?" The imposter screeched as Alphonse took advantage of his hesitance from the rock and dirt clumps, grabbing his shoulders and thrusting each arm behind him. He struggled, kicking his feet and yelling out. At one point, he flipped himself over on top of Alphonse, causing them both to fall backwards. Alphonse fell with a thud, making an "oomph" sound more out of shock than anything else. The Edward look-a-like scrambled off Alphonse, trying to head towards the house he'd seen Mustang head towards. Alphonse lunged forward, grabbing his legs, causing him to fall flat. The look-alike then panicked when he saw Mustang's remaining team following him into the house.
"What are they doing?" He screeched again, "Brother, what are they doing? Why are they going over there? What's going on?" Wild, eerily golden eyes watched frantically, unable to go further as Alphonse had maneuvered him onto his feet, a hallowed hand holding tightly to his arms. He struggled against the hold. "Why won't you let me pass, brother!?"
Alphonse clenched a hollow, rubber fist, angry that this kid kept calling him brother. As if they were buddy buddy. As if they were blood.
"A: My brother never just calls me 'brother.' And B…" Alphonse roughly faced the imposter away from the houses, shoving him forward. The kid caught his footing before turning about, looking past Alphonse, as if ready to bolt once again. Waiting for a moment for the imposter to look up, Alphonse curled his hollow hand into a fist and punched the kid right in the nose, sending him flying backward, landing with an 'oomph'. "My brother would have known to dodge that!" It was a bit of lie. Alphonse had been able to catch his brother off guard before, but it was just so satisfying to hit this punk who thought he could replace his brother.
He walked intimidatingly towards the fallen imposter, who held his nose ever so graciously. Alphonse smiled internally to see the satisfying color of red flowing freely down the kid's face.
"Now, tell me. What have you done with my brother?"
"I already told you! That's me, Alphonse! What're you doing to your brother?"
"Don't give me that crap! I know you're not my brother!" The kid had the gall to look flabbergasted.
"How can you say that? That's so cruel, Brother!"
"Quit calling me that! I am not your brother and you are not mine. Now, tell me. I won't ask again. Where did you take my brother!" Alphonse pulled the kid angrily up by the front of his shirt, trying to stare as intimidating as possible into the imposter's face, fed up with his games. Luckily, being a suit of armor had it's perks. His intimidation worked wonders. The kid glared at him with clenched teeth, before pointing towards the two houses.
"If you're talking about that kid who looks like me, you don't have to worry. I've taken care of him. Now that he's no longer a part of the picture, you and I can live our days in peace!" Alphonse glanced in horror towards the houses. The kids' finger was pointing to the house on the left, the home which Mustang and his crew had just entered.
"Wh… what do you mean you've taken care of him?" He never looked back at the imposter when asking this question.
"What do you think?" The kid scoffed, testing his nose, trying to stop the bleeding. His voice held contempt, and Alphonse felt far more angry than had the kid refused to speak.
"Well then, that sucks for you, doesn't it?" He said, turning back to look at the kid. The Edward-look-alike gave him a confused stare.
"What's that supposed to mean?" Alphonse didn't answer. Simply picked the kid up by his scruff and knocked him unconscious, dropping him to the ground.
"If you were really my brother, you would've known you could never beat me in combat skills. You're just lucky I'm not the kinda guy who likes to kidnap and torture people." Alphonse heard his anguished rage shaking the armor, then stared at the unconscious teen for only a moment, before racing towards the house which Mustang presided.
The walk to the house left Alphonse in an odd state. Almost as if he were moving in slow motion. Seeing the interior, watching Havoc haul an unconscious little girl onto a couch, then fighting his way down the obvious hidden door - alchemically creating a larger space to pass through - into a dark, mildew ridden basement, left his soul feeling far more torn up than he'd imagined seeing something like this would do to him. Seeing tortured animals did little to help satiate his nervousness, but that didn't compare to his astonishment and pain when he came to the last door. That's when he saw Mustang hunched over his brother, and time seemed to stop all together.
There were times in Alphonse's life where he wished he could trade places with his brother. In the beginning, Alphonse had caught himself selfishly wishing that he and Ed had traded places. That Ed was the one who lost his body while Alphonse was the one who lost only an arm and a leg. However, as time went on, he found that he was substantially glad that he had last his body and not Edward. Thinking back on it, Alphonse fully believed that had their roles been switched, Ed would not have been able to handle this body in the same way Alphonse was able to. Nor did Alphonse think he would have been strong enough to do what Edward was doing. By joining the military, his brother had sold his soul (funny how they both ended up selling their souls to some source that could be considered practically of the same variety,) yet it was a burden they shared. And if they had switched places? Perhaps they wouldn't have made it so far.
Over time, he'd lost that sense of wanting to trade places. Alphonse couldn't remember when the last time was, nor what it had been about. Now, however, his soul quivered, physically shaking his armor with how distraught he'd become.
Now… he wished he could cry. Couldn't remember what the sensation felt like, but desperately wished he had that human emotion. The sight of Ed…
His brother…
His nii-chan….
It was far worse than any of them had feared. Al's soul wanted to burst. He wanted to go to sleep and wish that the sight before him did not exist.
It was all his fault.
If he had never gotten into that stupid fight with his brother, Edward would never have been kidnapped. Never have been tortured to the point of death. Never have had to deal with the aftermath. Never have had to deal with the fact that he would probably be scarred by this event for the rest of his life…
Why did such horrible things have to happen to his brother? Ed didn't deserve this! How could so much disaster happen within such a short space of time? What could they have done to find him sooner? It was all his fault!
"Alphonse!" Mustang's voice cut through his thoughts, and that was when he noticed Mustang, who had already thrown his coat over a bloody Edward, was trying his darndest to maneuver Ed into his arms, trying to ignore the fact that every move he made caused Ed to cry out; though upon closer inspection, Alphonse could see that Ed had passed out. Still… the whimpers and cries were enough to make him move. To get closer inside, Alphonse had slammed the door against the wall, hardly noticing the loud smack it created, before quickly helping Mustang get Edward into his arms. It wasn't until afterward that Alphonse noticed the blood which assaulted his vision from every corner of the room. Most particularly, the chair.
Then, near the fireplace, Alphonse noticed a deceased animal strewn on the ground, it's body so mangled and torn that he wasn't quite sure what to make of the animal. A hard cry bubbled through his armor as he imagined the kinds of things that the twisted imposter had done to his brother. He was taken out of his thoughts by Mustang's wobbly call once more.
"Alphonse! Go check on Havoc and Armstrong, make sure they don't need any help."
"But...!"
"Don't question my authority, Alphonse! Go, now! And don't you dare look in those other rooms, got it? You don't want to see their horrors."
"Uh..." His concern was moot point.
Alphonse watched as Mustang's reddened eyes glazed over him, waiting for him to leave the room, before following behind. As they walked up the hidden doorway, sirens could be heard.
It hurt.
"Hur...! Get...m onto...etcher!"
There was so much pain.
"We...d to..."
So many torture devices they'd used to do this to him.
Hands strapped his arms and legs down. He whimpered.
Would do it to him again.
He felt something find itself over his mouth.
No! He couldn't let them get him again! He couldn't watch!
"Ed!" A low voice startled him. Echoed into his brain; but whose it was, he wasn't certain. It hurt too much to think. To move.
Ed groaned. The noise resounding against his scratchy throat. Then, he felt it.
Pain wracked his body.
Every inch of him hurt. Even breathing caused a stabbing in his lungs. Was this what it was like to die? Wasn't dieing supposed to be peaceful? He struggled, suddenly terrified.
"Dammit, Ed!" The voice growled out, not angry, but definitely not happy. He would have laughed, if hands weren't touching him, prying and prodding into every ache and wound he had received. Would have laughed if he wasn't terrified that they'd try to poke more rods and needles into him. That they would abuse, defile, and taint him… rape him-No! He couldn't think like that! He had to do something!
"Get off me!" He yelled. Though his shouts were quieter than he meant them to be, the pain of moving his mouth too much. It was then that he realized he was free. That his arms and legs were no longer bound to the ground. That he was on his back. Damn if it didn't hurt to lie on his back. He flung his nearly limp automail into the being prodding his flesh leg, almost falling off whatever board they had tossed him onto. A loud 'oomph!' could be heard and Ed chortled to himself. If he was going to die, then he wouldn't be the only one. It was then that Ed peaked an eye open, only to stare, horrified, into the face of Blair, a long needle in hand, about to stab him with that awful serum that made him go limp.
"No!" He yelled, louder this time. Struggling harder, ignoring the pain - and the hands - which aided in his defeat. "Keep that away from me, you bastard!" Ed panicked, growling at the signs of tears which welled up at the ends of his eyes. He couldn't do this again! He couldn't be awake while they tortured him, unable to even speak!
"Dammit, Ed! Quit struggling!" There was that voice again. It sounded vaguely familiar, but Ed was too flustered to decipher just whose voice it belonged to.
"Brother! Please… we're trying to help you!" Ed quit struggling, startled at the sound of his brother's voice. There was no way he'd be here, allowing them to torture him. It must be a dream! Still… Ed's fogged and muddled brain desperately wanted it to be his brother so much that Ed opened his eyes again, frantically searching for the large suit of armor.
"A-Alphonse?" His voice quivered. Before he heard an answer, he felt a prick in his arm and then a strange sensation that caused him to become drowsy.
"No! Please!" It became hard to speak. "Alphonse! Make it stop!" His mouth felt like it had cotton in it, and his eyes, never finding his brother, were becoming too drowsy. He was falling asleep. That was almost worse than being awake! He couldn't help it though.
Before he knew it, Ed had fallen asleep, going limp, his brain shutting off to the numbing pain that was the real world.
He awoke again in a hospital room, the beeping noise of the heart monitor the only sound. It sped up in sync with Ed's heart, as if it conspired with his heart to give his position away. The room was terrifying. They'd moved him to an actual hospital, but was there really anybody else out there that could help him? Or was the place empty? Was he even in a hospital room? If they were… Ed trembled at the idea that they had easier access to more tools to use against him, though his eyes glanced down at his body in confusion. He'd been bandaged up. Perhaps fake Edward didn't want him to die, yet? How long had he been captured? Had it been a month yet? What more did they want from him? Ed had nothing left. Nothing. Not even his own will.
"Heh, liar" his cracked and scabbed lips whispered aloud behind an oxygen mask. Damn did his body ache. There was no relief. The pain etched through every part of him. From his flesh leg all the way to the scab on the back of his head. Even if he was a liar, it wasn't like there was much he could do about it now.
Carefully, and slowly, sitting up, Ed placed his feet on the ground, one wrapped in bandages, the other barely any control. He panted, trembling flesh and bandaged broken fingers trying to grip the sides of the bed. His oily golden hair fell in clumps in front of his face, hardly covering his pained, soulless eyes. He took a couple of breaths, before he pulled out the needle in the crook of his elbow, then gingerly removed the oxygen mask and other varieties of machinery and needles that, perhaps if he were in a real hospital, were meant to help him. He did pause at the piece which connected him to the heart monitor. If he wanted to alert his captors, letting them hear the ringing of the heart monitor would be the best way to do so. He'd leave getting rid of that piece until he felt he could escape safely.
Gasping for breath (doing his best to ignore the pain his chest endured) Ed then shakily grabbed the edge of the end bedpost, taking a leap to stand up. He had to make his escape! He had to hurry before they found him! The moment he stood, however, Ed found himself falling to the ground, his leg too swollen and raw to put any pressure. He yelped, startled at his lack of balance, landing on his automail shoulder, leaving him with another shout of anguish.
Ed lost consciousness for only a moment, but that moment cost him precious seconds to flee and instantly, the moment he opened his eyes, he heard footsteps outside. Frightened, Ed scrambled the best he could into the farthest corner he could find, hiding his head, bringing his knees to his chest all the while trying to ignore loose wires, needle-like pain in his shoulder, the burning sensation that his bandaged stomached decided to flare right that second, and an ache pulsing throughout his calf that wouldn't go away. Perhaps if he made himself small, it would be sufficient enough to hide him from the doctors bound to hurt him. Ed jumped the moment the hospital door opened, paying no mind to the ringing of the heart monitor siting his supposed death.
"No! Stay back!" Ed hollered exhaustedly, trembling and cursing himself for giving away his position. It was to Edward's horror that the doctor came with several others. Pretend nurses, probably. What did they want? Foreplay? He trembled while he watched the doctor and nurses stop and stare cautiously. Ed wasn't sure if he'd be able to handle it if they injected that into him again. Losing such control of his body was terrifying and on top of that, being unable to move or even scream as they cut him open? Yeah, not his idea of a fun time.
Ed's breath hitched a fraction as the doctor and nurses slowly began to move again, closing the door. His eyes widened at the action. Nothing good ever came from behind closed doors. "Don't come any closer!" He feigned the action of willing to transmute. There was no way he'd be able to move his fingers, let alone actually do a transmutation, but what the doctor didn't know, wouldn't hurt him.
They paused in their movements, watching his every move. Good. Make them afraid of him. The doctor whispered into the ear of the nearest nurse, watching Ed warily. The nurse nodded, watching Ed herself, before she slipped out of the room quickly, as if in a rush.
Ed glared at them. There was no way he was going to allow them to touch him. He would fight tooth and nail if he had too. If they wanted a piece of him, he'd made sure to get a piece of them. No matter the cost. The very idea of it made Ed feel almost feral, and the desire to growl like a wild animal grew. Maybe that would scare them off?
Watching them, Ed could feel his energy waning, and it scared him. How could he fight back if he had no strength? Why did he have no strength? What did they do to him? Then, as if time had never existed, the door opened and in walked the nurse, followed by a worried Mustang. They all stopped, warily watching Ed, all the while, Ed began to internally panic. There was no way that that was Mustang. It was a trick! A Hallucination! Mustang had shown his face to Ed before. In fact, it had happened right before he was taken, but it had been Blair behind the facade, and Ed paid the price. Now he was here again to give Ed agonizing pain once more. No! He couldn't take it!
"S...Stay back!" He tried to shout, but his voice cracked. Damn it all to hell, he better be able to transmute when he demanded the action from his limbs!
"Ed," Came the baritone voice of Mustang. It surprised Ed enough to blink, and stare into the mans' charcoal eyes. His body trembled, and a part of Ed (the weak part, if he did say so himself) wanted to believe that it really was the Bastard Colonel. That he'd really come to rescue Ed.
"Edward," Mustang prodded again, and Ed watched, slightly fascinated, that his mouth moved along with the words, "listen to me, alright? You're safe, but you're badly injured. We need to get you back onto the bed before you end up dying."
"No!" He cried out. No way in hell would he let them touch him again, no way. "Stay away from me!"
"Edward Elric," Ed stiffened at the command, eyes widening. Were they really calling him Edward Elric? "You will allow us to place you back on the bed, and you will cooperate with the doctor. Do you understand? This is a command from your superior officer, and you will do as I tell you." Ed found that he was too terrified to speak, afraid of the repercussions that he'd face because of his lack of submission. He found that the tears he'd been trying to hold back began to quietly spill over, stinging some cuts he'd acquired in his recent adventures.
Irritated with himself, yet unable to anything about the twisting in his stomach, Ed watched as Mustang's jaw moved with clenched teeth, squeezing a fist so tight Ed could see him shaking. Internally, Ed analyzed the action, submissively thinking that he had to make sure he was good so that those hands didn't take their rage out on him. Though, maybe he couldn't help it if he was the problem.
The doctor and nurses slowly made their way to Edward, and he found that despite how scared he was, the idea that Mustang would agonize over him seemed far more ridiculous than anything his mind could have conjured. He prayed that the small amount of hope he wanted to put into these people didn't go to waste. He flinched as the nurses picked him up, managing to hold him secure despite his trembling. Despite the whimpers he couldn't help escape from his mouth.
They walked him carefully to the bed, going to work to put an oxygen mask back on his face; and Ed watched, warily, as the doctor pulled a needle from a familiar looking trey. His eyes widened as he realized that he'd made a terrible mistake. This wasn't a hospital! They weren't real doctors and nurses, and that wasn't really Mustang!
The second the doctor placed a hand on his elbow, Ed screamed, tasting blood from breaking the stitches on the corner of his mouth.
"No! Stay back! Get away from me! Please! No!" He struggled against the hands that held him down, no longer caring that he was stupidly crying once again. What an idiot he'd been, to trust that… that… hallucination! How could he have been so deceived? How could he have allowed himself to believe that he'd been found so easily?
"No more! No more!" His scabbed lips began to bleed as they meekly broke apart, but that was the last of Ed's worries. Ed found that the pain it caused to move his mouth became too much, and he clenched his teeth, this time actually growling his frustration that he couldn't get away, and at his stupidity for believing they wouldn't induce in him with the body numbing fluid into his veins anymore.
Despite all his struggles, Ed felt the prick, and felt the fear as his eyelids began to grow heavy. He tried to fight it, but the power it wielded over him was too much and Ed succumbed to the darkness, only half surprised he wasn't able to stay awake.
Mustang watched with clenched teeth as the doctor's sedated his subordinate. He hadn't wanted to be so forceful with Ed, but they couldn't allow him to stay on the floor like that. After all, Ed had not been alone in the hospital room for long before he'd woken up. Then, not only to hear Ed screaming, but to see that terrified look in his eyes… to be so afraid of him… that was something that didn't belong there in the first place. What did that damned imposter do to Fullmetal?
Mustang went back to the waiting room where his team and Alphonse were currently sitting in. He nodded to them, before he sat down on a chair, feeling absolutely exhausted. He rubbed his hands over his face, wishing that this were all a dream. How was it that this had happened to Edward Elric? The Fullmetal Alchemist? How could he have prevented this?
Every time Mustang thought of Edward, all he could picture was the kids' naked body, laying trapped on the hard cement, surrounded by blood and decay and fecal matter and… it made him want to puke. Gave him memories of a time far back, before he'd become such a high standing officer. A time filled with fire, and eyes the color of blood. It was memories he had hoped to avoid if he could help it, as the nightmares were enough to exhaust him. He sighed as the doctor came into the waiting room, waving Mustang down to chat quietly.
"It's a good thing we got there when we did. For the time being, Mister Elric needs to stay on oxygen. Within the next twenty-four hours or so,we can determine whether his oxygen levels are high enough to take him off the support."
"Alright." Mustang replied, unable to forget how bruised and battered the boy was. He had seemed so shocked that someone was calling him by name. How could he have become so surprised in so short a time?
"Also, I suggest that, if Mister Elric refuses to eat when he awakens again, we will need to put a feeding tube in him. Unfortunately, he is severely dehydrated, and lacks sufficient nutrients necessary to keep a body functioning. For the time being, he's on the saline drip." The doctor tapped his clipboard, frowning as he stared at the results of injuries Edward had sustained. He cleared his throat, looking uncomfortable, discernibly lacking desire to bring up the next topic. Mustang studied him, impatient.
"May I ask, who is the parent or legal guardian of Mister Elric?"
"Hm?" Mustang blinked, surprised by the question. After all, he was a Colonel in the military, and most notably, Edward's superior, which meant… "uh, right. That's me."
"Ah. Well… As I'm sure you're quite aware, Colonel, that in situations such as these we've got to make a report of the injuries sustained for purposes for the court." The doctor shifted once more, his unease making the hairs on Mustang's arms stand up, "And, well... as we were making our examination, we discovered some unexpected injuries that are not typical with such cases as his."
"What the hell do you mean typical? What's typical? He was kidnapped and tortured!"
"Sir… the evidence… well… they were… sexual… in nature…"
"What?" The blood drained from Mustang's face when he realized what may have happened to his youngest subordinate, and a sickening pit began to grow in the bottom of his stomach.
"I believe that Mister Elric was sexually assaulted during his… captivity, and I need to know whether or not the evidence should be filed away as evidence."
Mustang glanced at the younger Elric brother, overwhelmingly glad he wasn't close by to hear such sickening insinuations. "I'm not sure I understand."
"Well, it's a… delicate situation. Sometimes… specific details can come back to… ah, hurt the victim more than is right or fair. We will need to have a parent or legal guardian; in this case, you, to give your consent to file it away or not as Mister Elric is currently unconscious and we need to submit the reports as soon as possible."
"I…" Mustang's mind was clearly befuddled, because the doctor's troubling information seemed hard for him to process. "What?" Massaging the bridge of his nose, Mustang shifted his stance, "let me get this straight. You want me to make a decision which could drastically affect Edward on a deeply emotional level?"
"Yes." The doctor said, slowly.
"What do you expect would happen, doctor?" Mustang stared him down, unable to keep his voice anything but accusatory.
"Well…" came the flustered reply, "obviously, if word were to get out about Mister Elric's… incident… not only would he have to deal with the aftermath of the trauma, but also understand that everyone will know about him and his time in captivity." Ignoring his unease about speaking of such situations and the glare he was currently under, the doctor continued on, "being known as the 'hero of the people' Mister Elric would also have to deal with the fact that his case will most likely end up in court and may end up being a witness against the defendant. Not to mention, the newspapers will have a hayday about the Fullmetal Alchemist."
Mustang didn't like this doctor very much. The man seemed far too cowardly, and yet arrogant. Asshole he grumped, offended for Ed. Though the man had a point. After everything Mustang had briefly seen concerning Ed's physical state, not to mention his own experiences after returning from war and dealing with local gossip, he had an inkling how Ed would handle everything; and Mustang had no doubt that this kind of information would become public knowledge. It somehow always did. Blasted newspaper journalists.
"I'm sorry to rush you, Colonel, but I really must know what you would like me to do."
"Fine," Mustang sighed, roughly, quickly coming to a decision, "leave that evidence out of the official reports." Mustang suddenly had the desire to flee, as the doctor promptly scribbled notes on his clipboard.
"Also, as you are well aware, Mister Elric has a lot of psychological trauma and tendencies which have already led to instances of post-traumatic-stress-disorder. I'm afraid, with the extent of his injuries, that may not leave Mister Elric for quite some time. He is going to need to see a Psychologist for a while. We have one available at the hospital while he stays here, but he will need to find someone more permanent once he is discharged and clear to leave. Does Mister Elric have any family he's staying with?"
"His brother," Mustang replied, glancing at Alphonse once more. The younger Elric brother was watching them, and Mustang could practically feel the anticipation to know what was happening with his older brother.
"I see." The doctor frowned, "if I am correct in my assumption, Colonel Mustang," pushing up his glasses, the doctor cleared his throat, "the other Elric brother is younger than Edward?"
"That's correct," Mustang's eyes narrowed, wondering where the doctor was going with this.
"It might be worth it to make sure that Edward Elric stays with a parent or legal guardian. At least, while he recuperates for a few months. What Mister Elric experienced will most likely not be easy for him to handle. He will be very distrustful, and hard to be around for the first little while."
"I see…" Not that Edward wasn't already an annoying twerp that happened to show up in his office like a never ending, happy to irritate, chirping bird; the news was still unsettling. "Thank you, doctor." They shook hands as courtesy dictated before the doctor left the waiting room.
There you have it! I'm not a doctor and am no expert on proper procedures and whatnot, so if you find something I could correct, let me know! Otherwise, please R&R! I seriously giggle when I get them xD Until next time
Ja'ne!
