This chapter was supposed to come out much, much…MUCH sooner, but one thing led to another and you know how it goes. I'd like ta make one last announcement before this chapter starts…this chapter is dedicated to Eden and so is the next chapter! Yey! You get a cookie and an R&R pass card thing compliments of the Risembool Rangers (well, this one anyway n.n)…
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Chapter Five: Recollection
(A collection of moments between Edward and the four doctors seeing to him)
-Tuesday, 14 April, 2006-
Edwards' condition didn't improve over the next few days, even after he was transferred to a clean room. His weight had dropped from 165 to a dwindling 134; his sleeping habits changed and his behavior all together was erratic and unpredictable. That morning had already started off rough for the four doctors attending to him, Dr. Chase had entered the clean room to check on Ed only to find the boy wasn't in his bed. Edward was in fact hiding under the bed just waiting for somebody to come in.
"Edward? I know you're in here," Chase said, "Come out so I can give you your check up."
"I don't want to see any more of your damn pictures! Leave me alone!"
"Come on kid, this won't take long…"
Edward slipped out from under the bed, he looked as if he hadn't slept in days and his body showed sighs of malnutrition, but above all that, a rash had started to form all over him. The red splotches could be found covering most of his upper body going up the side of his neck and down his flesh arm, there were also traces of the rash starting on his left leg. He slowly inched away saying,
"No…leave me alone!"
"It's just a check up."
"No!" Edward darted for the door, Chase had to move extra quick to get to the door before Ed, "Get out of my way! I have to get out of here!"
"I'm sorry but I can't allow that Edward, now calm down."
"Rarg!" Edward lunged at the doctor, who took a slightly involuntary sidestep out of the way. Losing his balance, Edward stumbled straight into the door, with a loud thud he hit the floor. He'd hit the door with enough force that he knocked himself out; Ed also earned himself a stitch worthy gash along his hairline. Dr. Chase shook his head,
"Oh boy," he went and pushed the call button to get a nurse in there to help, "Let's take a look at the damage."
Edward had managed to smack right into one to the doors' support beams, that's what caused the gash, it was bleeding freely so Chase took out some gauze to try and stop it. When the nurse arrived, he told her to wait here and keep an eye on the boy while he goes to get the other doctors.
Dr. Foreman and Dr. Cameron soon arrived at the clean room, when they looked through the glass wall though they found Edward wide awake and once again putting on a considerable fuss.
"What in the world is going on here!" Foreman demanded, he rushed over to try and stop Edward, he actually managed to grab hold of Edwards' automail arm and say, "You've got to stop horsing around kid or you'll hurt yourself."
"Let go!" Ed tried pulling his arm away but Foreman kept a tight grip on it.
"You have to calm down, we're trying to help you."
"Let me go! Rarg!" Edward wrenched his arm, his automail detached itself from his shoulder, the sudden detachment sent an unexpected wave of pain through his entire right side. The unexpected jolt took both Edward and Dr. Foreman by complete surprise, Foreman stumbled back still holding Eds' automail, Edward though had froze, the look on his face had the expression of someone being slapped for the first time…shocked, dazed, and down right confused.
"Oh my god…" Foreman set the arm down and took a small step back, Chase had no expression at all on his face because he was too busy trying get what just happened to register properly in his head, Cameron though walked over to see if Ed was all right.
"Edward?" she placed a hand on his shoulder.
"She's going to kill me…" he muttered.
"What? Who's going to kill you?"
"I…I broke her automail again! Ack!" Edward started having a major panic attack and was hyperventilating; finally he passed out all together leaving the three doctors and the nurse dumbfounded and confused.
"What was that all about?" Chase muttered in a curious manner, he was also giving Foreman a slightly accusing glance when he'd said it.
"Who's this 'she'?" Foreman added, he was glaring back at Chase for giving him the accusing glance.
"He said 'her automail' you don't think this 'she' person is the one who made those limbs for him do you?" Cameron crossed her arms and looked at the now unconscious Edward lying in his hospital bed.
"It's possible." Chase nodded.
"Let's worry about that later, we still need to run a check up on him and now that he's unconscious that makes our job a bit easier." Foreman said while taking out a thermometer.
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-Thursday, 16 April, 2006-
After his little episode on Tuesday, Edward had been strapped down to his bed so he couldn't run about the room and cause more trouble, this agitated him considerably. Now, the three doctors thought they'd seen him at his worst but they were proven wrong when they all made their way to the clean room. Dr. House had made an unexpected lunch visit, which the three assumed he was skipping out on Clinic duties, and brought the boy something too eat. He of course undid the only strap holding down Edwards' arm so that he could eat something only to have the boy start throwing things in every which direction.
"Whoa!" Dr. Chase involuntarily ducked as a glass of milk shattered against the thick glass wall of the clean room. The three doctors rushed inside to attempt to calm the now enraged blonde down; House was standing in a far corner with a rather irked look on his face.
"How did his arm come off?" he demanded as the three quickly walked over to him, House had found the only spot in the room that was just out of range of the boys' throw so it was the safest spot to stand.
"It was his own fault." Dr. Foreman said in an almost defensive tone, which pretty much gave him away.
"How was it his fault!"
"He was putting up an unnecessary fuss Tuesday when we came to give him a check up, I grabbed his arm and he pulled away."
"Well perhaps if you hadn't grabbed his arm in the first place he wouldn't have done that." House said in an almost know-it-all tone, "Oh good, he ran out of food." House made his way back over to Edward, who was fuming and muttering curses under his breath.
"Stupid Colonel! You know I hate milk!" he snapped when he noticed House approaching him.
"Can't blame you kid, the food here sucks…but might I suggest trying th…" House didn't finish what he was saying because Edward had somehow slipped his real arm out of the cuff holding him down and took a swing at him.
"Don't give me that smug attitude Mustang! Come here so I can hit you properly!"
"Mustang? You mean the car or the animal?" House turned to the other three doctors and said, "So, other then his obvious present mood, has there been any changes?"
"His weight dropped since Tuesday…again…he's now at 129 pounds and well." Cameron glanced over at Chase, who in turn glanced back at Cameron.
"Well what?"
"He ran into the doors' support beam and knocked himself out, he also needed four stitches due to a gash he got from running into the support beam." Chase said in one breath.
"He ran…into…the door…" House raised an eyebrow in an almost amused manner before turning to face Edward again, "All right kid tell me, does it hurt anywhere?"
"What the hell kind of question is that?" Ed snapped, "I don't care if you have three dates tonight Colonel, I want to go home!"
"Do you remember what happened this past Tuesday?"
"Yeah, the Lieutenant Colonel badgered me into looking at more of his stupid family photos!" Ed replied.
"Did any of you check for a concussion?" House asked simply while taking a closer look at Edwards' face.
"That was the first thing we checked for, he didn't have one, why?"
"Well…he does now…" House hobbled back as fast as he could because the boy suddenly became violently ill all over the covers, "Extreme pain can cause nausea which leads to this…"
"So we just put him under with a sedative then give him something for the pain." Foreman said.
"Oh yes, just knick the kid out again, but in the more humane way, with sedatives. When this will only take a few seconds." House pulled something from his pocket, all three of the doctors immediately knew what it was and they all quickly protested.
"You can't give him that, it's way too strong." Chase said stepping in front of House.
"I agree, and since when do you share?" Cameron added, also stepping in front of House.
"That's a prescription drug prescribed just for you, the dosage is far too high for someone his age and present weight…and height…" Foreman also added stepping in front of House.
"HOW DARE YOU CALL ME SMALL!" Ed snapped attempting to get at Dr. Foreman, who was just out of his reach, he then found himself grabbing the sides of his head and letting it flop back onto the pillow. Another wave of nausea had hit him and he'd become very dizzy, Ed could feel his stomach churning and it made him feel worse, the room had started spinning and small twinges of pain racked his brain.
"Ar... g…Don't…feel so good…"
"See, he's suffering, besides I was only going to give him half."
Edward sat up slowly and eyed Dr. House suspiciously before becoming, once again, very ill, only this time he had a trashcan. When he was done, he looked up and said,
"Give it here…"
"Huh?"
"Give it to me!"
"Edward, you can't be given this, it's much too strong for you, it could have serious side effects." Cameron said.
"I don't care, just give it too me!" In Edwards' head he thought it was another lead on the Philosophers' Stone they were talking about, and he wanted it.
"You guys forget, I'm a doctor too," House said stepping past them, "You don't have too worry, it's only half, it won't kill him. Besides, we can't have him dying or else we'll all suffer the same fate, need I remind you all."
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-Friday, 17 April, 2006-
Edward Elric has been out since 12:30 a.m. Thursday, he hasn't said a word or anything, he just sat there starring at the wall in front of him nearly burning a hole in it. That afternoon he seemed to be coming back to his senses', at least the ones he had before he was introduced into the world of super painkillers such as Vikodin. He surprisingly did not have the same affect to the medication as House usually does, no, it seemed to have the effects of a mild sedative, though it did stop the pain caused by the mild concussion. That of course had ended up being the main focus of the day, how does someone who sustained a serious head injury get a concussion two days later?
"All right, what can you tell me that I don't already know?" House was sitting in his office chair tossing a ball up and down with his cane.
"He's developed a rash that covers at least 40 of his body." Chase mentioned, House already knew that so he waved him off.
"His rapid weight loss and high blood pressure." Cameron attempted; she too was waved off.
"What is the point of us tell you anything if you already know?" Foreman asked looking irritated.
"By going over what we already know, we can determine what we don't know, now if we can get back on subject, what else is ther?" House answered all the while still tossing the ball. They went over all the symptoms Edward had or was experiencing, which included; nausea, delusions, hallucinations, rapid weight loss, high blood pressure, rash, rapid unpredictable mood swings, refusing to eat and sleep.
"With such a wide variety of symptoms, it's hard to say what it is he has," Cameron frowned crossing her arms, "I don't think it's a mental problem."
"So what do you think it is?" House asked, he was only half listening.
"I think it's…" Cameron was unexpectedly interrupted when the door was swung open and Edward charged in, "Edward, what…how did you…"
Ed didn't answer; instead he dropped down on his hand and knees and started crawling about on the floor as if looking for something,
"I know it's here…" he crawled behind the old television set House kept in his office to watch his soaps, "I know it's in here somewhere." Ed looked like a foxhound sniffing out a fox burrow. Then he paused and looked at House as if he were hiding something, Edward slowly got up and said,
"You have it don't you?"
"What exactly are you looking for?"
"Idiot colonel! You do have it!" Ed lunged at him with unexpected speed and knocked the poor doctor backward off his chair. The other three doctors were too stunned to really do anything but watch as the aggravated teen took something from on of Houses' pockets.
"Hey!"
"Damn…where is it?" Ed muttered scooting just out of reach of the now irritated House, "I want my arm back before she kills me." Edward then eyed what it was he'd taken, it was a bottle labeled 'Vikodin', his eyes widened as they misread it completely.
"Tylenol…what the hell does that mean?" he turned and grinned at House, the grin made him look extremely evil, "You give me back my arm and I'll give you back your Tylenol, it's called equivalent exchange."
-To Be Continued-
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Now, I'm not too big a fan of filler episodes (thus the reason why I'd stopped watching InuYasha…still like the movies though! And Sesshoumaru rox! XD) but I'm going to be 100000x a lot honest with you all…plot wise…I've GOT a plan I just sorta tripped and fell face first into the mud (oh the shame!) in terms of knowing how ta word everything properly. SO! This chapter is more or less ment ta give everyone an idea of just how…what's the word…'crazy'…our dear Edu-kun is. That and I just get this funky satisfaction out of constantly tormenting him (evil grin), so yes! There was lots of description! I hope…yah…
P.s. Ed plus Vikodin equals (oldie movie screams of terror) (evil grin)