A new dawn was slowly exposing its rays to the small cracks called windows that dotted the broken down hospital's rooms and occupants. In a small bed in the farthest back room, Edward slept on happily as he finally was able to get some rest from a very tiring night.
Scar, who was in the middle room, stared off into the bleak rays. The mornings always reminded him of his mission, and of his duty. He was not fond of mornings only because they reminded him as well that he was still alive in a war torn existence.
The light haired Ishbala man slowly breathed in and out and then tested his weight on his injured arm. He slowly tried to push himself up into a position that wasn't laying with his back on the hard bed. The mattress creaked under his sudden shifting weight, and he let out a small groan when he felt a painstakingly wrapped wound on his forearm tear and start to oze fresh blood.
"Another time." He croaked out as he let himself fall back down onto the white coverings that barely fit the mattress. He sucked in a breath as his stomach opposed all of his movements with a renewed vigor, and he knew the bullet wound would probably leave a new scar. A few minutes passed in silence as Scar calmed his breathing and decided to look anew at his surrounding.
Two small tables were to the left of his bedside, and each contained small cups of medical equipment that was left over to rust. As his eyes roamed over the items, a small scalpel, tweezers, scissors, a thick, blood covered knife, gauze that was tattered in places, and many more bizarre things he couldn't name, his eyes widened when he saw one specific thing that looked new.
"Alchemy." He growled out as he saw arrays the size of his fist that dotted the ground. Several pieces of tattered gauze were laying around it and Scar distinctly remembered Edward complaining last night about the bandages all being a mess.

"'Guess I'll see what I can do huh?' Did they boy really use such a cursed method?" Scar said in anger as he recalled Edward's former words. The sun's rays intensified as Scar seethed over the apparent use of alchemy. His mind then called up his mission and he quickly willed his body to cooperate. Minutes passed as he struggled with pain and stiffness from little sleep and injuries that still had little chance of healing quickly. He winced when his arm's bandages caught on a table's items and trying to pull it back only made things worse. Several sharp items spilled out and clattered nosily on the cold, wood floor. Scar frowned when he heard footsteps running at a haphazard speed. For a moment he forgot his present surroundings and only remembered that he had been on the run from the military for months.
Quickly he crossed the small area that was his bed to the doorframe and hid beside it. A sharp scalpel was in his good hand and it was cluched tightly in his grasp.
The footsteps got closer and closer while Scar's war torn existence easily became more and more tense, since fighting was now what his body was used to. That and running to fight more battles.

Edward had heard a noise that sounded like breaking glass and other loud things that probably meant his new aquaintance was up. After sitting up and blinking for a few moments at the unfamiliar surrounding, Edward quickly threw off the blanket he had transmuted and ran at full blast toward Scar's room. The oldest Elric son rounded a few corners then smiled when he saw the room's doorframe come into view. He would have slowed down his pace if he had not tripped on a piece of chalk he had left on the floor a few hours before that he now slipped on. Edward's golden eyes widened in surprise as he slammed into the side of the doorframe, and Scar winced when he heard Edward yell out in pain.
"Just the kid." He said in a mix of relief and anger. He then threw the scalpel to the floor where it imbedded itself into the wood floor, sharp side down. Edward slowly hobbled into the room since his right leg was burning from landing on it in a painful way.

"Maybe running wasn't such a good idea." Edward said tiredly while rubbing his shin.

"..." Edward slowly looked up to see a glaring crimson gaze peering down at him.

"Why are you angry!" Edward demanded as he walked closer and then flinched when he saw Scar's now ripped and bloody arm. And I tried the hardest on that too... he thought as he walked over and inspected it closer.
It was only a little deep, and most of the jagged wound hadn't fully reopened.

"I'll find some more gauze. And stop glaring, the lest you could do is say 'good morning!'"Edward said as he walked over to a small table and grabbed a few pieces of torn up gauze. He put it on the middle of the array that was still there and concentrated. After a few moments and one really ticked off Scar had been made, Edward slowly turned back around with a nice lenght of good gauze in his hands.
"Maybe you should ... clean.. it...Hey! Why are you glaring at me so much?" Edward said, but inside he was getting more than agitated. He was getting scared. People didn't really glare at him like that unless they really didn't like him. Scar's crimson eyes had narrowed to slits and his hands were both clenched in anger. He had forgotten about his pain when he saw the boy do alchemy right before his eyes. He could remember a blue light like that one that had destroyed his family's house two and a half years ago. It was too eerily similar for his liking.
"Are you an alchemist?" Scar asked, as he took a few strong steps toward Edward.
The blonde furrowed his brow in confusion, then spoke.

"Yeah. I though I told you last night that I had to do alchemy if you wanted stuff like this." "I don't remember such."

"Well... You were kind of acting strange, and I was poking at your wounds alot so... You probably don't remember." Edward said, but his tone of logic was lost on Scar's rage.

"You. Use. Alchemy!" Scar gritted out as he threw a punch towards Edward's head. Edward quickly ducked out of the way, then jumped over the bed to get some distance.
"Uh, yes. What's the big deal? It's alchemy!" Edward said as he backed up against the wall.
Scar advanced quickly and gripped Edward by the shoulders, effictifly pinning the boy against the wall and stopping any hopes Edward had of escape.

"C'mon, stop joking. S-Scar-san! There's nothing bad about the alchemy I use!" Edward said as the pressure on his shoulders increased painfully.
"All Alchemy is bad! Wrong! Evil! Only used for pain!" Scar said aggressively as he lowered his face close to Edward's.
"I-I don't believe that!" Edward spat out as he struggled in vain. Scar was a lot stronger than Edward was, and, Edward thought angrily, he has a lot of height on me too.
"I'm trying to help you with it! How can that be bad?" Edward forced out as he had to gasp to breath properly.
A moment passed as Scar's hands became nearly unbearably painful for Edward. Then the finally released to let the boy sag to the floor.

Scar stood over Edward as the boy breathed deeply and painfully. Scar's hands were clenching and unclenching as he thought over the boy's words."You did... Help me. Just don't use it." He gritted out as he sat down on the bed a few feet behind him. The bed groaned under his weight and Scar regarded Edward with tired, and pained eyes.
"I've had little contact with 'helping' alchemy. I've seen it to kill. I've seen it in battle, and I've seen it to destroy. Your military uses it for pain and suffering in this war, and none had ever used it for anything of use. Alchemy is cursed and forbidden by Isbala. My brother lost his arm because of it, and my mother and father were lost in it's torrent. I cannot forgive your kind for doing that." Scar whispered as his mind was lost in old memories.

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