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Resting Soul
Thirty minutes have passed since Edward Elric had been brought back. The doctors arrived awhile later, rushing down with equipment that they brought along. Three doctors in all, in fact, and one of them was blue-haired. That was his first time seeing Edward, that Dr. Fiar.
An oxygen mask from the Rockbell's surgery room was draped over Edward's pale face, the straps biting lines into his skin. The room was silent, only the sound of mixed gas being breathed slowly by Edward. They had revived his breathing just five minutes ago, and Edward was holding strong. His injuries have been bandaged, and the doctors were staying overnight just to make sure he was okay.
Winry sat in the living room, her head in her hands. She was worried. For Ed. Alphonse was not in the house. He was sitting outside all this while, clutching the remains of the glass that Edward broke of the antidote bottle. Brother… you almost died…You selfish guy…
Edward's eyes fluttered open. He was in a daze, and he looked around him. Fiar was the only one in the room then, and he stood up. "You're awake, Mr. Elric." Fiar said, smiling lightly, as if it was the first time they met.
"Fiar." Edward whispered, his breath fogging the oxygen mask. Fiar was surprised.
"You called me a LIAR?" He said, running his hand through his blue hair.
Edward almost laughed. His pronunciation was bonkers when it came to him speaking in the oxygen mask. "Your name… Fiar…" He whispered again, smiling lightly.
"How did you know? I didn't even tell you…?" Fiar said, staring at Edward.
Edward was confused. "I… met you… at Central?" Edward whispered. Fiar gaped. "I am sorry… I have never met you before." Fiar scratched his head. Edward growled slightly. It must've been Envy!
"Alright." He whispered again, and slipped back to unconsciousness, not able to think of anything except Fiar.
Fiar stepped out of the room, looking at Winry. Winry was crying, and she spun around. "What happened? He's…"
Fiar gave a small smile. "He's fine. He had woken up, then he went to sleep again. I think he is one of the first to survive a terminal stage like this. I am impressed with his strength." Fiar let his tone fall heavily on the word 'strength'.
Winry looked down at her feet. "Yeah… he is…" Her shoulders shuddered, and she cried again.
Outside, it began to snow.
One Week Later
Two arms clad in red stretched up into the morning sky in Central. The boy with blonde braids and golden eyes yawned. "I can't believe the colonel… telling me to come to Central for another mission. Oh, Al. Don't tell him I was hurt. He'd rant on me all day."
Alphonse frowned. "Brother… I can't believe it. You should stay in bed to recover now… you just healed from the plague only. But I am glad the crisis is over." Alphonse looked around and almost bumped into Winry. "Sorry!"
Edward scowled at Winry. "Why did you have to come, Winry?" He said, rolling his golden orbs at her. Winry smiled tentatively. "I wanted to make sure you're okay, Ed."
"I am FINE. Can I spell that for you? Brr… its cold." Edward pulled his coat tighter around him. His boots crunched on the snowy white ground. And a car pulled up beside the trio. The window winded down to see the colonel's smug face. "What took you so long, Fullmetal? It took you one week to come here? I was thinking of driving over already."
Ed scowled again. "Well, colonel… I had something up, and don't ask me what it is…" Edward held his side. It hurts. Roy stared at his side. "What's wrong with your waist?" Roy asked, suspicious. "Don't tell me that you were hurt, that's why you didn't drop down in Central."
"Nothing! Are you gonna give us a lift or what?" Edward snapped at his superior, gritting his teeth together. Roy dismissed the thought and said, " hop on!"
Edward got in, and they were quickly bumping through the snow, making Ed feel sick. He noticed that it was Riza Hawkeye is the one manning the car again. "So… what do you have in store for me?" Edward asked, looking up at Roy Mustang. Roy smiled a little, not revealing much. "Well, we do want you to do a little inspection there. I suspect something is going on in the South, and I hoped that you would… send in a report." Roy noticed that Edward was holding onto his left arm, with a pained expression on his face. Roy was worried now, but he didn't show anything to the kid, as usual.
"So… the train leaves tomorrow morning." Roy said, as the car pulled up at the Central Building. "You can stay at the military hostel, tonight. We have room for all three of you I suppose."
Winry looked at Ed, wondering how he would answer. Edward grinned. "Thanks a lot, colonel." He scratched his head and got off, keeping a firm hold on his luggage. "Alright. I'll do the inspection. It's not like I have much choice anyway." Edward pointed out, making a pouting face at the colonel. Roy just laughed coldly. "Take this seriously, Fullmetal. I don't want you messing around on the job and get KILLED."
Winry tensed. "Can you stop saying these things?" She exclaimed. Ed, Al and Roy, including Riza, stared at her for a whole three seconds. "O…kay. Inspect thoroughly, Fullmetal." Roy said, his facial features merely twitching. "Or I'll court-martial you for not treating things seriously."
"WHY YOU DIRTY-…" Edward called after the colonel, but his side hurt, so he could only stop and pout. "Let's go. We've got a train to catch tomorrow." Edward said, fuming silently.
YAY… not much angst in this chapter… but I promise you. More blood next chapters when Ed goes to the North! I know, boring chap, wait! OKAY?!?!? XDDD
It'll be up in one day.