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I regretted the words not moments after they escaped my lips as D slammed the door behind her, in an anger-induced rush to leave. I lowered my eyes. What had even caused me to say such a thing?

I had known for quite a while that D was only protecting me for her own needs. I hadn't cared. I wanted to help her. Maybe I was just upset that my life was simple and full of safe entertainment prior to meeting her.

I raised my head with new determination and flung the sheets off of me, not caring that I was starting to bleed once more. I needed to apologize to D, she couldn't have gotten too far by now.

''D!" I stood, only to come crashing to the floor with broken determination as I remembered both my legs were broken. I pulled myself back onto the bed, and looked at the bruised appendages a moment before I looked around the room and set my gaze on a box of canes of a variation of sizes in the corner across the room.

I looked back at the floor and ignored the pain as I pushed myself off the bed and slid to the floor, dragging myself quickly to the box.

It wasn't long before I was hurrying out the door and down the hallway with as much speed as one could with two broken legs and two canes of different lengths. The doctor wasn't in sight and neither was D.

I stopped at the front door and let out a sigh, I couldn't leave here with the military searching for me, and D had probably already left. If my legs hadn't been broken maybe…

"No, don't think about it," I scolded myself, not wanting to get lost in another memory trip of guilt and regret. D wouldn't be gone long, despite what I said to her she still needed me.

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It was several hours later, lying in bed reading the newspaper that Dr. Wellington had offered me when I finally realized D wasn't coming back.

I lay back against the pillows and tossed the newspaper to the floor, closing my eyes in fear of crying. D had to come back, maybe tomorrow. Maybe.

And I closed my eyes and slept, returning to the dream that had haunted me not much earlier that day after I had slipped into unconsciousness. But this time, the vision seemed far too real hellish to be a mere vision.

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I stood in an empty white reality that only moments earlier was a pleasant field. I watched the gate appear, and D looked at me with an emotionless face of horror, helplessness, and guilt. The hands reached for her and she made no movements, but tears rolled freely down her cheeks, while her eyes remained distant and disbelieving.

I began running, I had to save her. But no matter how fast I ran I never seemed to go any closer. The dark hands grabbed at her body and where ever they touched dissolved. Blood rolled down her body as bit by bit her image faded to a red shadow. Her face falling apart, as though having been dunk in acid took one last look at me, one eye missing.

Her lips formed a crooked smile and she spoke, the words no louder than a whisper still rung loud and clear in my mind, "goodbye."

And her smile only grew as she was completely engulfed in a red light, dissolved, and the reality around me dimmed.

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When I awoke, I touched my cheek and felt wetness. I was crying.

Slowly I reached over to the table beside the bed and flipped on the light, my dream had felt so real. When I had been unconscious I had ignored the visions, as I usually did with my dreams. But now…now I was frightened by a nightmare that seemed to reshape itself into every shadow.

"D," I called the name out into the empty room, wanting her presence to show me she was still alive and not dissolved by the gate. "D?" I called out a bit louder, smiling slightly as soft footsteps made their way down the hallway towards my bedroom.

The smile faded when the door opened to expose a woman I assumed to be either a nurse or Dr. Wellington's wife.

She smiled gently and made her way over to the bedside, offering me a cup of water which I took in grateful, but shaky hands. I took a sip, enjoying the sliding of the cool liquid down my parched throat.

Before I could swallow anymore she handed me two pills, "take them both, they're for the pain and will help prevent infection."

I nodded, tossing both in my mouth and swallowing them simultaneously before gulping down the rest of the glass. She smiled again, "Are you feeling ok."

I nodded, "Is D back?"

"D? Do you mean the girl that was with you? Your sister?" I nodded and she continued, "I haven't seen her, but it's very early in the morning you should probably go back to sleep."

I sighed and handed her the glass, I really didn't want to sleep for fear of the nightmare's returning. There was no way I could again witness D's demise again. Anyone's for that matter.

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The pain medication made me very tired, and while I refused to sleep, I was too weak to grab the newspaper from the floor and settled for staring at the ceiling. Time passed and I was not too surprised to find that despite all that had happened today I still craved action. Lying in bed was not currently high on my list of enjoyable activities.

At around 8 I was helped into a wheelchair by the woman who introduced herself as Kairan Wellington, Dr. Wellington's wife and the single nurse of the small hospital. She wheeled me into a room much like a dining room where three other patients were seated at a table, dining on soup and several types of unidentifiable food objects. I was not impressed.

There was a young man who had one arm in a sling and bandage around his head, covering his right eye eating soup and forking a sludge off of his plate; an elderly woman who had no apparent injuries chewing on toast and not ignoring the soup and sludge that I now believed was tapioca; and a girl around my age who was missing an arm up to her elbow, and had several scars on her face and still existent arm staring at the wall, and stirring her soup with a single finger.

Kairan pushed me in between an empty chair and the elderly woman who immediately began fussing over the extent of my apparent injuries, drawing the eyes of all the others onto me. I blushed slightly as the elder helped me get soup and toast (I made it clear the tapioca was unappealing…) seeing as moving my arms only opened up my cuts.

"What happened to you…" the young man finally said after a few moments of silence, trailing off in the silent question of my name.

I looked at my plate, "my name's…" I paused a split-second trying to come up with a good name without taking so long that my lies were noticeable, "Caroline." The name felt a bit funny and foreign. I briefly wondered if I even looked remotely like a Caroline.

The man didn't point out I hadn't answered his original question and continued, "name's Alex, and that's Vanessa," he gestured to the quiet girl who looked up at the mention of her name."

The old woman looked a bit offended that she hadn't been introduced, "my name is Violet White."

I looked at her, wondering how would have named their child such a way. In my own opinion she appeared more like a Betty White.

My gaze returned to my plate as the three around me began a conversation.

"If you ask me the Fuher's being a violent bastard, why should the people of Leore have to suffer if its only their government that's posing a problem." Alex growled, taking an angry bite of the tapioca.

Violet glared at him, "If it's only the government, why are the people fighting back. Don't you think they should want to be free of that corrupt priest?"

Alex rolled his eyes, "Amestris armies are attack civilians, and of course they'd fight back."

"Are you proposing that the people should just let themselves be killed so that a new government can be made?" Vanessa spoke up glaring at Violet, clearly annoyed.

Violet through her hands in the air, "You're all being complete idiots, that country is nothing more than a barbarous home to stupid faiths, just like the Ishballans!"

Alex stood up, knocking his glass of tea over, "Violet you're so prejudice! Everyone knows that the Amestris military made the first shot! And for what? A stupid, misjudgment of…"

Violet stood up with more determination than would be expected of someone of her age, "You have no loyalty to your country boy; it's this talk that got you 'wanted' in the first place!"

"And it's your inability to accept and understand those different from you that got you 'wanted'."

I listened with fake interest until Kairan stepped into the room, immediately ending the conversation, both Violet and Alex remaining standing. "Both of you need to be quiet! Violet, if you can't stop these outbursts with maturity someone of your age should have, then you may no longer take up resident in this home."

Violet looked enraged, "You know very well that I can't leave this home without being arrested!"

Kairan glared, "that won't stop me from throwing you out if that will stop this endless battle between you two." She paused, "the warning goes for both of you."

I smirked and looked between Violet and Alex and Kairan, I had no idea what they were talking about but figured that the words most interesting and likely connected were, wanted and arrested. All these people seemed to be unable to leave this building.

"Ignore those two; they're always bickering about something." I looked up to find Vanessa smiling at me, her dark bangs covering her eyes slightly. Alex and Violet both glared at her.

There was a knock on a distant door and everyone in the room tensed, there was instant silence. Kairan went white and left the room, carefully shutting the door, where hence a bright yellow light outlined the door and it faded, becoming another segment of wall with no evidence that a door had ever existed in that spot.

The knocking continued for a moment but was soon replaced by the sound of a door opening and then talking between Kairan and several people. Kairan returned a few minutes later, remaking the door and setting her gaze directly on me, "They're looking for you."