My sick attempt at humor...
Summary: (Alternate ending AU-ish) When Ed brought Al back for the second time, this time he lost something that couldn't be replaced... Drabble.
Gone?
Gone.
It was just...gone.
He didn't feel pain, he didn't feel the weight of it, he didn't feel anything. Sure, losing an arm and a leg was bad, but this was worse. Much, much worse.
"Niisan, how much longer are you going to take in there? It's been a couple minutes already! The Colonel's waiting!" his brother yelled, gradually losing his patience.
"I-I know. I-I'll be out in a second. J – j – just give me a minute." Ed stammered.
Al pouted, and walked away from the door. He sighed heavily. How long does it take to go to the bathroom? The blonde haired boy gasped.
"Unless..." he thought out loud. "...oh, god."
Gone.
It was just...gone.
He had already accepted that, but the question that remained...
...how would he go to the bathroom from now on?
End
Did you figure out what was gone? ...I'm so sick minded... NO FLAMES!