Saturday, April 19, 1915
6:37 PM
Ed,
Well, not like it's a surprise, but Al can't remember a thing passed the day you two tried to bring your mom back. He calls for you in his sleep. Its heartbreaking to hear him at night, crying 'nii-san' and whimpering. He sleeps a lot, too. It makes sense, though, considering his body hasn't really been in use for four years. It's like he's sick or something; all he can manage to do is sleep and eat. He was feverish last night, but I don't think its anything to worry about. Like I said, it sort of makes sense.
Oh, I forgot to mention this is the last letter; Rose is staying with us. She said she doesn't really have anywhere to go, so she and her baby are staying in one of the spare rooms. She's been like Al, only sleeping and eating. All I know is that she was with Al when he came up from the city. She promised to tell me everything when she feels better; she's had a headache since she got back, and a fever. Grandma's watching me like a hawk so I don't pester her until she's healthy. I'm just so worried about you.
There's been a lot going on recently. Colonel Mustang is going on trial for the murder of Fuhrer King Bradley soon. Normally there wouldn't even be a trial and he'd be sentenced to death on the grounds of high treason and assassination, but the word got out that Bradley was a Homunculus and was corrupt and all that, so the new Parliament is giving him a chance. Grandma said the trial is going to be broadcast on the radio, so I'll write to let you know what happens. I know the Colonel annoyed you, but I doubt you would have wanted him executed or imprisoned.
Well, Al's awake, so I should go help him eat. He's having a hard time walking; I'm assuming it's because he hasn't used his actual legs in so long. He'll be fine soon.
Winry