I've been thinking of this chapter for like a week now, I'm so glad I got time to type it out. My brother is pacing behind me asking when I'm done on the computer, cause he's having WOW withdrawal symptoms lol. So enjoy and stuff, I'm uber sorry if the Ed, Al and Mustang seem out of character, I'm just way tired and in a rush. I didn't sleep really good last night cause my brother's ass of a friend came over and was torturing me until 10 then I fell asleep at 12 then woke up at 5:30 and went to therapy at noon. So meh I won't bore you with my life.

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Luvels you all

Stuck in the middle

I open my eyes slowly; head feeling like it's full of feathers. The IV next to me is making a harsh beeping sound, saying that the bag of fluid needs changed. I sigh and close my eyes again, feeling so tired and weak. It's been a week now since I was turned back to normal, and since then Mustang has kept me drugged on painkillers. They make me so tired; I've pretty much slept the whole week away. The pains gone now, it's only a mild discomfort at the moment but soon it will be gone completely.

I can hear Al and Mustang talking loudly about something outside the door. I turn my head, opening my eyes halfway to find that the door is closed. Why do they sound so damn loud then?

"We have to tell him sometime, we can't keep drugging him!" Al cries at Mustang, voice hushed slightly like he's trying to whisper.

"I know, but what do you think it would do to him if he found out? He'd be so upset." Mustang growled. I wanted to get up and tell them to be quiet and to just tell me, but I stay in bed listening.

"I'm telling him and I don't care what you say. He has a right to know." Al opens the door slowly and looks over at me, concern in his eyes.

"Hi Al." I sit up slowly, body still aching. He doesn't say anything as he walks over to me, sitting on a chair next to my bed.

"Hi big brother, how are you feeling?" Al asks, gently placing his hand on my shoulder. I smile weakly at him.

"Good, just in a little bit of pain." I sigh grabbing his hand off of my shoulder and holding it in both my arms, nuzzling it. Mustang walks into the room, looking at me with his emotionless eyes as he walks over to the IV.

"Do you think you still need this?" He asks, looking at me eyes softening slightly. I shake my head; I want this needle out of my arm now. I hold out my flesh arm and Mustang removes the needle slowly. Some blood oozes from the small pin prick and I move close to my face, examining the blood.

I curl my arm around my mouth and lap up the small amount of blood, noticing the horrified look on Mustang's face. I pull my arm away and look at him in confusion, "What?"

"It's just…not normal…" He says, looking a little uncomfortable at saying that. He looks at the ground and Al coughs to relieve some of the awkward silence. I turn to face him, golden eyes narrowed into slits.

"What does he mean by that?" Al doesn't say anything; he just looks away like Mustang did. I sit up straighter, taking the blankets off of my body and throwing my legs over the side of the bed.

"Big brother don't get up, you're still too weak." Al reaches towards me, trying to push me back down onto the bed. I grab his arm and push it away, standing on shaking legs to stumble over to the door. My legs give out from under me and I fall to the ground, landing uncomfortably on my side.

"Big brother! Please stop!" Al's at my side, helping me get to my feet. I ignore him and lean on the wall, taking deep breaths. I walk to the bathroom, Al beside me the whole way, arm around my shoulder supporting me slightly. Once we reach the bathroom he walks in first, helping me stumble into the small room.

"There's a big mirror on the back of the door right?" I ask, closing the door behind us. Al nods before the room is plunged in darkness. I just remembered that I forgot to turn the lights on, and there's no window in the bathroom. I feel around on the wall until my fingers brush the switch; I flick it up and am instantly blinded by the sudden bright light.

"Big brother, before you look in the mirror remember I love you no matter what." Al whispers, voice full of sorrow. I look around at him in confusion and turn to the mirror, curiosity getting the better of me.

The reflection looks normal, my face is thinner than before and my blond hair is out of its normal braid and duller. My dull golden eyes wander up to where my ears are where they freeze, widening in shock and fear.

Instead of seeing normal human ears I see golden dog ears. I instantly begin to panic, breathing fast and taking my shirt off fast, scared that there's something else hiding beneath the fabric. The only abnormal thing is that I can see every fragile bone through the pale skin, nothing canine is on my stomach or back. But there is a transmutation circle scar on my chest, forever reminding me of the pain and fear that came with it. I take my pants off and nothing's wrong with my leg, it's just as thin as the rest of my body.

I almost stop there but remove my boxers, and instantly I see that something isn't right. I turn my hips around slightly to see a golden tail coming out of my back just above my butt. My legs begin to shake uncontrollably and I collapse to the floor, covering my eyes with my hands.

"I'm part dog! That's why you've kept me all drugged up, you didn't want me to see this!" I wail, lifting my head out of my hands to look at my reflection. Tears are streaming down the pale face, golden eyes full of anguish. I notice that my teeth are pointed and dog like, so that's not the only thing wrong with me.

"Brother, please." Al's voice is full of sadness. I ignore him and fling the door open, not caring that my legs are still shaking and I can barely keep myself from falling. Mustang is outside the door, leaning on the wall looking at me.

"Ed…" He reaches out with his hand, trying to place it on my shoulder. I let out a snarl and turn my head around quickly, grasping his hand in my teeth. He lets out a small cry of pain as my fangs push through the skin, blood dripping from his fingertips onto the floor. I can taste the metal tang in his blood as it runs onto my tongue and down my throat.

"Big brother!" I feel Al's arm around me, pulling me away from Mustang. I growl and wheel around at him, teeth bared, blood and saliva dripping from my mouth.

"What the hell am I now? I'm not human and I'm not a dog, I'm stuck in the middle!" I fall to the ground in sorrow, letting out a howl of sadness. Al tries to comfort me but I drag myself away, curling up against myself in a dark corner of the hallway, whimpering and shaking.

"Big brother, please, just calm down." He says gently, kneeling beside me keeping his distance. I look up at him, tears running down my eyes.

"There's nothing that can be done is there? I'm stuck like this?" I whimper and curl my tail around my naked body. Al nods sadly and I fling myself into his arms, howling my grief into his chest.

"I love you brother no matter what. Ears and a tail don't change who you are." He holds me in a tight embrace, making me feel safe and somewhat normal. I cry into his chest for what seems like hours then I stop.

"Al, you don't think I'm weird because of this do you." I flick my tail and prick my ears. Al shakes his head and carries me towards my room.

"No brother, as I said before you're still the same." He gently places me on the bed where I curl up under the blankets, sniffling slightly.

"I guess it's better than being a chimera, I'm more human that I was before." I smile and poke my head out from under the blankets, "You've always wanted a pet and you have one. He just happens to be your brother too."

Al laughs and sits on the bed next to me, stroking my thin back. I feel my tail wag gently and I curl closer to him. Suddenly we hear a cough from the doorway; I look up and prick my ears seeing Mustang looking at me. He raises his right hand which is covered in bandages. I smile innocently and feel my ears turn back in embarrassment.

"Sorry about that, I was kinda lost there." I look down and bury myself closer to Al's leg, resting my head on his thigh. Mustang laughs slightly and walks over to the bed.

"I know, you better not have given me rabies." I feel his warm hand on my head and I grab it with my left hand, pulling it closer so I can nuzzle it. I lick his injured hand and pull it close to my face.

"You're more affectionate than ever Fullmetal." Mustang says, pulling his hand from my grasp. I look up at him and smile.

"It's probably the dog in me, it's not really too bad I guess. At least I'm not some werewolf like creature or something." I yawn and snuggle into Al's metal leg, "Night." I whisper closing my eyes.

Before I fall asleep I can hear them say good night to me in hushed voices then nothing more.