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Broken Smile
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I knew I was in the hospital. The same clean smell and crinkling of crisp white sheets. The aroma of freshly cut flowers. And the pain in my chest.
My eyes fluttered the open, slowly clearing my vision. Bright light streamed in through an adjacent window making pale my features. As I became fully conscious, I turned my head about to take in my surroundings. I was in a private room, green tiles and grey wallpaper coated the room. In a wooden chair a yard from my bed sat Winry. She was slumbering, her elbow on a nearby desk, propping her head up.
I tried calling to her, but I had lost my voice. After coughing a few times, I managed to croak, "Winry... Winry! Wake up."
Her eyes opened and she looked at me drowsily. Seeing I was awake, she picked herself up off of the desk and ran to me, embracing me. I winced from the flaring pain in my chest and Winry held my shoulders and looked at me with a concerned face. "I... I didn't just hurt you, did I?" she asked, near crying.
I shook my head. "Winry, I'm fine. We need to get Al, though. I think he's hurt."
Winry's gaze wavered for a second and then she burst into tears, squeezing me. She sobbed, "How could he, Edward..? How could he!"
"What do you mean, Winry? What's wrong?" I asked, becoming more worried every moment.
She looked away, turning towards the window. She shuddered, like she was going to throw-up. I tried to get out of bed to comfort her, but my chest throbbed and forced me to lie back down. Winry turned to face me again. Tears stained her cheeks.
I reached and grabbed her slender wrist. She grabbed back. I whispered to her, "What's wrong, Winry?"
She put her head down and mumbled, "Al shot you, Edward. He tried to kill you."
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