Sorry the chapters are kinda short…
It continued this way for a good 2 hours. They finally reached the bottom near the edge and Al and Roy jumped down. Al's large metallic feet made a clanging noise with every step. Roy's booted ones, a softer thump. There were holes everywhere. It was also more dangerous, seeing as how the alchemic reaction to stabilize it hadn't reached the bottom. With every step, they were in danger of killing themselves or Ed.
"Edward! Where are you, you little shrimp?" Silence. "Shit, he must be unconscious or-" He stopped himself and looked up at Al. He was just staring straight ahead. "Alphonse? What-"
"Sh!" Al shushed the Colonel. "Do you hear that? It sounds like something's dripping. Like water, or… blood…"He gasped. "Brother! Brother, no!" He started moving in the general direction of the dripping.
"Riza! Can you hear me? Start cutting away more of the rubble from the middle! ON THE DOUBLE!" He leapt over rubble and chased after Al. He had climbed up a little, back onto the stable wreckage. He was looking down to the ground.
"Do you see that? It's blood! It's a trail… Coming from over… there!" Al raced towards the source of the blood. Luckily, the part of the rubble over that source was all loose stuff. "Brother? Brother! I found him!" Al immediately fused the larger pieces of rubble together; part of a wall, a steel beam, some old rafters.
"Lower away!" Roy waved the crane arm down and Ron got to work, slowly severing the bonds of the wreckage so the chunk could be removed. As soon as it was lifted away, Roy wished that Al had remained up top.
Ed was lying in a large pool of his own blood. His pallor was almost a chalky color. His right arm was lying under some rubble, his left leg smashed but still connected. His jacket and boots were missing, his shirt and pants shredded. His head was gashed open, and his face was bruised. Worst of all, a giant pole was sticking out of his abdomen. Blood was oozing out of the wound, along with another fluid that seemed to be dissolving the previously-congealed blood.
"Shit! We have got to get him out of here, now! Riza! Get a stretcher down here! Ron! Tell the other alchemists to make a ramp!"He turned to Al. "Al? We'll get him out of here and fix him up, ok?" He put his hand on the young boy's metallic shoulder. "Dammit Edward, why did you do this?" If we don't get him to the hospital fast… I'm not sure what will kill him first. His blood loss, or his stomach.