There was the heart-stopping panic of waking up with your hand tied above your head and both your automail limbs gone. It was even worse with a splitting migraine as your only company.
Edward groaned as his head pulsed in pain. With every beat his body ached more and more. Every once in a while he would shut his eyes and try to concentrate on not throwing up, but it would send him even further into a dizzying ache.
Edward wasn't exactly sure how he felt about the foot steps that he could hear coming. He knew it wasn't anything good, but he really didn't care. Whoever was coming was probably the one who restrained him and stole his automail.
Creaking hinges screeched horrifically in Edward's sensitive ears. It was not nice on his migraine. He barely felt like he could move. His body was hurting so much and the noise made his head hurt. It was just miserable. It only got worse when the newcomer slammed the door shut loudly as if really trying to be obnoxious.
Edward actually felt tears on his cheeks. He whimpered in pain.
"Fitting sound coming from you useless dog!"
Edward tried to curl in on himself as if burrowing somehow would help. He wasn't able to though because of the binding he had had on his hand. It made curling up an impossible task.
With his eyes shut tightly against his headache, Edward didn't see the steel-toed boot coming for his face. He screamed when it came into contact with his nose, though. He felt it as blood immediately began pouring from the already swelling area. He was sure it was broken. It had been a hard kick and it did nothing at all in the way of helping him with his migraine.
A knife started sawing through the rope around Edward's wrist. A spark of hope lit up in him. Someone was saving him!
He was only half aware of the fact that he had just had a shoe in his face. He remembered it of course, but the time between his small beating and the ropes being cut wasn't really long at all. It was not long enough to have been saved, but Edward didn't know that. He assumed that it must have one of Mustang's men or Mustang himself. It just hadn't sunk in that it wasn't possible unless one of them kicked him.
He almost smiled at the thought of safety and going back to Alphonse. After the Colonel got him out, he and Alphonse could go back to their research on the stone. But all hopes of this being a rescue were ruined by a strong grip on his hair a moment later.
"Come on, Fullmetal, the Colonel and I have a meeting and you're invited."
This will be updated once a day or twice if I miss a day. And the chapters will be short, sorry.
This is a day late so I'll upload the next chapter later.