Title: Her Story
Author: Yukiko AKA fmaedl on AIM and LJ
Rating for this Chapter: PG for… medical violence?
A/N: If you don't know what anesthesia is… it's the stuff doctors give you so you are unconscious during surgery.
Copyright Note: I don't own FMA, blah, Arakawa, blah, I own my character, blah, Funimation, blah, etc.
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"Excuse me, I'll pay for her operation," a man said as he handed some money over to the doctors. This man had a golden-brown beard and hair.
"Are you sure, sir?" one of the doctors asked. It made it sound like the doc wanted me to suffer.
"Yes. Here, please take the money"
The doctor took the money. "Little girl, this might hurt, but it's not like we can keep you asleep or anything,"
Uh… hello? It's called anesthesia. I guess it didn't really matter. Where was I anyway? Before I could really process that thought, I finally noticed something else of me was missing; my leg. Wow. How stupid do you have to be not to notice your leg is freakin' missing? When I looked over to the doctors, I noticed they were carrying a tray in. I peered over one of the doctor's shoulders and noticed a metal arm and leg. I had no idea our technology in prosthetics had advanced so much.
Without warning, one of the doctors took the metal arm and seemingly just pushed it into my arm. I yelled in pain and a slight tear fell from my eye. Another doctor then took the leg. I prepared myself this time. I gritted my teeth as hard as I could. Another tear escaped me but it was done now. Hopefully.
From all that pain, I was exhausted. I laid my head back down and practically passed out. A few hours later, I woke up. As my eyes opened, I saw the man who had paid for my… arms and legs… was talking to the doctors.
"We don't know where she is from or how she got here, the woman that brought her said she had just passed the field a few minutes ago and the girl wasn't there, but when she came back, she saw a girl kneeling."
The doctor noticed I had woke up and walked over to me.
"Little girl, what's your name?"
"Nicole,"
"Ok, Nicole. Where are you from Nicole?"
"D.C."
"Deesie? I've never heard about that town,"
What an idiot. D.C. isn't a town. And everybody has heard about it. The doctor walked up and pulled up my left sleeve.
"She has these cuts all across her arm but we-"
The man cut him off. "Wait," he moved the doctor's arm.
There was a red symbol on your arm. It wasn't there before I was in the field. It didn't look faded, which means it couldn't be washable. And I never got a tattoo.