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Prequel
He lay back, staring at the strange sky above him. This was home? Had he really made it back? Struggling to his feet he glanced around. "Argh!"he cried before clutching his now throbbing chest tightly. "Dammit! Alright. Think! I'm home yes? So where in Amestris am I?" Crawling slowly to his feet, so as to not inflict the same pain as earlier he managed to walk forward, albeitmore of a stumble.After sometime passed he finally came across a house, it was run down and seemed to be the only one for miles, 'But' it was a house and that meant people who could help and direct him home. He smiled. It was never that simple, ever.
Elisa was an elderly lady but still quite active. True she could no longer travel to the city and dance the night away, but neither was she solely confined to the house. She was mobile enough with her little car and had decided that, on this beautiful day, a trip in the country would be good for her. As lunchtime arrived however, she began to become weary andhad to cut the trip short, even if she had been enjoying it so.Soonher house came in sight and she sighed, it was hard sometimes to just give in and admit she was old. Upon reaching the house however, she managed quite a turn of speed as the blood markings up her drive way and crumpled figure on her porch,launched her into action.
"hmmm…." One lazy eye struggled to open, before clamping tightly shut again against the harshlight of a nearby lamp. What was going on? Had he made it to the house? Wait. Soft bed. Blankets? Must have got to the house then. He concluded, then sighed as this knowledge lifted an unseen weight from him. Reluctantly he tried his eyes again, slower than slow this time, to enable better adjustment than the first time. What he saw when he finally managed to open them tore at his heart. There was an old lady asleep by his bed and, upon further inspection of his surroundings, it seemed this was the only bed in the small house. He felt a pang of guilt for keeping this old lady from her bed but, as he tried to rise, he found there was no way for him to offer it back. He was stuck, his chest was on fire and he was unable to move very far, let alone rise and allow the kindly lady to return to her bed.
At the movement Elisa stirred. Frowning she idly wondered how she had ended up sleeping in the chair, before the flood of memories returned and she turned to meet her guest. " You're alive? Thank goodness, I was worried you wouldn't make it for a while there. What's your name?" she asked in a rush, glad her unintentional house guest had survived the night and was conscious. "Edward" was the faint croaky reply before Elisa hurriedly offered a glass of water to the underused and parched throat. Ed smiled thankfully before draining the glass.