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Ch. 2

As consciousness returned to his body Scar opened his eyes and realized he wasn't lying in an alley but a comfortable bed instead. Turning his head to the side he looked around the room.

The bed he was lying in was in a corner, the long side was pushed against the wall opposite the only door. Along the same wall a short distance from the bed a window was open and letting in the light. On a coat rack next to the door his shirt and jacket hung and his boots were sitting next to it. A bedside table next to the bed had a large bowl on it along with bandages. Under the window was a trunk carved like the ones he remembered seeing when he was young in Ishbal.

He pushed himself into a sitting position on the bed. After inspecting his body the only major wounds he could find were in his leg and arm, several scratches covered his arms and he suspected he had a cracked rib or two under the bandages covering his chest. His right pant leg was rolled up to above his knee and the wound was bandaged, when he moved his leg pain around the wound flared up and he clenched his teeth so not to yell out.

He heard someone coming and watched the door until it opened. A young woman entered the room caring a trey with a cup and a teapot on it.

She had dark brown hair that reached halfway down her back in a braid. Her skirt reached her ankles and was green, her blouse was long sleeved and a lighter shade of green then her skirt. Her eyes were red and there was a gentle smile on her face.

"I'm glad to see you're awake."

She sat down on the chair next to the bed and put her tray on the ground.

"Are you thirsty?"

He only nodded hid head and she poured some brown liquid in to the cup and handed it to him.

"Drink all of it, it's an old family recipe."

The liquid was bitter tasting but he drank it anyway.

"Where am I?"

"You're in my home, about forty miles outside Central."

"How did you get me here?"

"I put you in the back of my wagon, the trip itself took two days and you slept all that time."

She took his empty cup and put it on the trey.

"How's your leg?"

She was dipping a raginto the bowl letting the fabric soak up the liquid. She began to unwrap his leg and piled the bloody bandages onto her trey.

"It looks painful, how dose it feel?"

"It doesn't hurt much…"

She gently touched the area around the gunshot wound and he jerked in pain.

"It doesn't hurt huh?"

She cleaned the wound with theragand rewrapped it gently.

"You're lucky the bullets went straight through."

She next cleaned and re-bandaged his arm andchest.

"I have work to do, you should rest and keep off your injured leg for at least a day."

She picked the tray up and smiled at him.

"If you're hungry I can make you something."

"No thank you."

She headed for the door and stopped as she reached it.

"By the way my, name is Maria."

She disappeared out the door leaving Scar alone. He stared at the doorway for a short wile before he let sleep take him again.

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