Don't own Full Metal Alchemist or the incredibly hansom Scar. Thanks for the one review from Shale 101.
Ch. 3
When Scar awoke again it was dark. A single candle sitting on the table was the only light in the room. Also on the table was a bowl of soup. He sat up and picked the bowl up, taking a spoonful, it was spicy yet sweet, the soup reminded him of the food he ate when he was young.
He finished the soup savoring every last drop. He put the now empty bowl back on the table and grabbed a crutch lying against the wall next to the bed. He hoisted himself up and went over to the door, with little difficulty he opened it and found himself in another room.
This room was larger then the one he had been in. A fire was burning in the stone fire place to his far left casting an orange glow over the walls and floor.
"You shouldn't be up."
Sitting in a chair next to the fire place was Maria, she had a half finished quilt in her hand. She motioned for him to sit on the couch and he complied.
"How are you felling?"
"Better, thank you for the soup."
Maria smiled.
"I thought you would like it, my mother taught me how to make it before she died."
She continued to work and the only noise was the crackling of the fire. They sat in comfortable silence for a wile.
"Where did you learn to treat gunshot wounds?"
"During the war."
Her smile faltered slightly but she gained it back quickly.
"You're the man killing the State Alchemist, aren't you?"
Scar thought about what to say.
"Yes, I am."
He unconsciously touched his arm with the markings.
"Don't worry, you're safe here. I would never turn in a fellow Ishbalian, besides, my cousins think of you as a hero."
She smiled at him, put her work away in a basket sitting next to her on the floor and stood. She stretched a bit and went over to the couch.
"You should go back to bed, the couch isn't the best place to sleep when you're wounded."
Scar had noticed only two doors wile in the room, one he knew was the one he came out of and the other the figured was to the outside seeing as a window was next to it. On the other side of the room across from the fire place he could barely see the kitchen. He stood and leaned against the crutch.
"What about you?"
"Don't worry about me, I'll just sleep on the couch again."
Scar felt guilty, he was probably sleeping in the only bed.
"Are you sure? I can take the couch."
He made to sit back down but Maria stopped him, she steered him towards the bedroom and opened the door for him.
"No, you need the bed more then me."
She gently led him to the bed then pushed him down and pulled the sheets over his bandaged body.
"Good night."
She picked up the empty bowl, blew out the candle and left before he could argue anymore.
The next day Scar awoke as the sunlight began to fill the room. His arm felt better but his leg still hurt. He leaned against the crutch and hobbled over to the door. He carefully put his shirt on and then his shoes. He found Maria in the kitchen cooking. He sat down at the table and waited patiently for breakfast. He poured himself some juice and drank it.
"Did you sleep well?"
He asked.
"Yes."
She answered him as she placed a plate of eggs and bacon in front of him and another plate in front of the empty chair that was across from him. As she sat down and ate he looked around the kitchen as he couldn't see it clearly the night before.
A door to the outside was next to a wood burning stove, a skillet was on the counter next to the stove and on the other side of the counter was a large tub with dishes in it. A window above the stove provided light and looked out over a garden of flowers and herbs. The table they were sitting at was across from the stove against the wall. The flooring, he noticed, was wood and the same went for the flooring in the main room and bedroom (although most of the flooring in the main room was covered with a large woven rug).
They finished eating and Maria put the dishes in the tub. She rolled up the sleeves of her light green blouse and untied the apron that was around her waist and hung it up on a hook next to the door.
"Are you coming outside with me?"
She stood in the doorway waiting for him as Scar hobbled over to her and managed to make it down the steps.
The fresh air filled his lungs as he took a deep breath, it felt good to be outside. Maria gave him a bag of animal fed and he helped her feed her chickens. Afterwards they went down the river that was behind her house about one hundred yards away.
Scar unwrapped his leg and dipped in into the cool waters. As he did that Maria washed some vegetables from her garden.
"How's the leg?"
"It is felling better."
She continued to wash the dirt off the vegetables and Scar took this time to look at her. She really was quite beautiful. Her red eyes seemed to have a shine to them and her smile made his heart beat a little faster every time he saw it. He shook his head and pulled his leg out of the water, he dried it and re-bandaged it carefully. Maria finished and placed all the vegetables in a basket. She looked up at the sky and at the dark clouds.
"Come on, it's going to rain soon."
She balanced the basket against her hip and the two headed back to the house. After lunch Maria put all her chickens in the small chicken coop and gave them enough food to last two days. The sky darkened and rain began to fall lightly, about three in the afternoon the rain fall became heavy.
That night after supper Scar and Maria sat in front of the fire place. Maria sat on the chair sewing and Scar sat on the couch, he had a wood block in one hand and was carving it. The rain pounded on the roof and some water dripped into pots Maria had set out to catch the falling water before it could hit the floor.
"If you want, I could fix your roof for you."
Maria looked up from her quilt and smiled at him.
"Thank you, that would be wonderful."
Maria continued to sow and Scar resumed his carving, both had smiles on their faces.
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