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Edward's head was swimming. Where was he? What had happened? Was Al ok? Where did all the smoke come from? What was going on!

Questions surfaced and faded through his mind. What, where, how! His mind was like mush and slosh and he was in the middle, wading through it all. He tried to remember what exactly had occurred. He knew he had had a disturbing dream , but he couldn't remember what it was about. He was only dozing at the time anyways.

Thinking harder, his head began to throb painfully and he was met only with a tenuous blackness. Heaving a mental sigh, he gave up trying to remember and turned his thoughts to trying to gain movement of some sort. His limbs felt like lead, as did his eyelids, so he could neither move nor gaze around the room. Edward turned his attention to at least being able to wriggle his toes, but they only twitched and went still again.

Growling inwardly at his failed attempts, he slowly let his mind meander back into sleep, but was disturbed by a creaking as the door opened. It was only then he realized that he was in a house or hospital, lying on a soft bed.

"He will be alright, won't he?" a high-pitched female voice said worriedly.

Edward's heart skipped a beat. He knew that voice, he only wished he could touch the one who owned it. The one that he had missed the most all of these years that he had longed to see.

Winry.

"I'm sure he'll be fine, he's a strong boy. Besides, he's been hurt worse than now," an older female voice, Pinako, said, "However, he'll have to replace that—"

She was cut off as Edward finally found his voice and groaned in pain.

Winry hovered over him, smiling, tears of joy streaming from her eyes, "Edward, you're alright! We really thought you were going to…"

She let her sentence trail off before looking back at him, "Do you remember what happened?"

Edward slowly, and with much difficulty, shook his head. He tried to think, but his brain was still mush. He reached up to wipe the tear that was trickling down Winry's face, but nothing happened. Ed twisted his head to the side, and noticed his automail had been taken off. He wondered why, but decided he could figure it out later.

Winry noticed his confusion and explained what happened for him, "The train derailed, right into the station. You're lucky Al was there, only your automail was crushed. He saved you Ed. If it weren't for Al, you would probably be…"

So that was what happened. He searched his memories, which were becoming less foggy, and he found it, the memory of what had happened.


He had been dosing off, bordering the thin and indistinct line between reality and dreams. The gently rumbling of the train was slowly luring him to a deeper sleep.

Thud thud, clack clack clack.

The rhythmic sounds felt comfortable, as he had gotten used to them. It was almost like being sung a lullaby. Edward barely noticed the train was getting close to the Resembol Station.

He hadn't really known if the train tilting to the side was part of his dream or not, he just went with it. What really woke him up, though, was the screeching of the wheels against the rails.

SCREEEEEEECCCH!

Edward bolted upright, only just then noticing that his tilted vision wasn't part of his dream. The train was…falling.

And it did, quite literally, slide into the station.

The lurching of the sudden stop had thrust Edward forward, slaming his forhead against a hard seat. Blood dripped down into his vision as he was tossed sideways, landing on his arm. A loud crunch signified the breaking of his automail as it hit wood, metal, and glass, some of the latter cutting into his real arm as it shattered over him from the opposite side.

Al had, with great difficulty, made it over to his older brother and appeared to be saying something, but at that point Edward has already slipped out of consciousness.


Edward struggled to sit up, but Winry help him down with a gentle hand, "No, don't get up. You'll just hurt yourself more."

"She's right you know," Pinako added.

He struggled and finally managed to croak out, "Where's Al?"

Winry smiled at the sound of Ed's voice, "He went to go get something for you to eat; he'll be back soon."

Pinako smiled, chewing on her unlit pipe.

"I'll go look to see where he got off to," she said, leaving the room with a click as the door shut behind her.

Winry walked around the bed, to Ed's other side. She took his hand in hers gently and held it to her cheer, "I missed you, Edward."

"I missed you too," he whispered, barley audible.

They stood there awkwardly for a moment, and quit suddenly Ed's vision turned blonde as Winry hugged him tightly. Edward winced in pain, but managed to wrap his arm around in a return hug. She smelled so nice…he felt his face grown hot as it turned red.

There was a knock on the door that caused both of them to jump, Winry quickly standing at the sight of Al in the doorway, holding a bag full of food. She trounced toward the open door and turned around, smiling.

"I'll come to visit you later," she said before closing the door shut again.