Edward spat out the bloody rag. He glared at it in disgust.
Most of the bleeding in his mouth had stopped, thankfully. But everything still tasted of blood. He was grateful for the part of his tongue that he still had but the agony he was feeling and the thick blood he could taste was horrible.
He dragged himself painfully to rest on his knee and stump. He felt drained already.
Maybe it is the injections...
He winced in pain as he put too much weight on his wrist. It throbbed and he brought it close to his chest, curling in on himself as he sagged against a weak wall. He wanted to curse.
He scrunched up his eyes and furrowed his brows. On his face was a pained scowl. He was glad that he wasn't being dragged by the collar, but now his wrist was aching.
He just wanted this to be over. He needed to see Alphonse. His brother had to be worried sick.
Edward was sick with worry. That could also have been the large amounts of blood he had swallowed.
He dropped down onto the ground in a heap and breathed in deeply. He groaned and felt his stomach clench in pain.
A hand was lain on his back.
Edward could hardly care, though. As long as he wasn't going to be hurt anymore. He couldn't stand anything any more. The blafe against his tongue had made him scared. Scared in a way he didn't dare admit.
He didn't want to be scared. He couldn't be scared. He had to keep up his mask. Alphonse needed him to be a strong, big brother. Or really, it was more that Edward needed Alphonse so much.
"Edward, Major, talk to me. I've got you. Do you know where Colonel Mustang is?" It was a woman. A gentle voice, though at the same time, it was strong. The gentleness did not give off any illusion of weakness. "Edward?"
He felt a warm hand against his freezing skin.
She's searching for a pulse...
It must be very weak...
Am I still alive...? I Feel so weak and cold...
"Edward, I'm going to lift you."
Was Edward supposed to argue against that? Would he have been able to?
He did nothing, choosing simply to lay there sprawled on the ground.
He felt her warm arms on his body as she flipped him onto his back.
"Mmmhmmm," he groaned softly.
"Edward?" Her arms slipped under his knees and behind his shoulders. He could feel himself being lifted to her chest. She was so much warmer than him. It was nice.
He felt like he was on a cloud. A warm cloud. It hurt so much, but it was safe.
He laid limply in the woman's arms. He could feel her running but he could hardly care to think about it as long as he was safe with her. She would take him to Alphonse, right?
He didn't think she would keep him from Alphonse. She seemed too nice.
She felt safe. She was safe, wasn't she?
The next part for today should be out later.
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