I'm redoing the whole fucking thing. Give me a day.

Luv~ Tempest

Opening his eyes he found himself in a cream colored room, curtains closed, with a light streaming, from underneath the door. The bed he was lying on was soft and the sheets were so warm it was making him sweat. Where am I? Rolling over onto his side he was hit with an ache that spread through his entire body. What the hell did I do? Groaning he sat up rubbing his eyes. Fuck. His entire body was groaning in protest to any movement. He drew his hand away from his face, not even noticing the fluid motion of the movement or that his arm was slightly lighter than usual. Hearing footsteps comming up the hall, he prepared himself for the sudden burst of light that was to come.

"Ed?" Mustang said hesitantly knocking on the door. He opened it slightly to see the blonde alchemist sitting up in bed. "Oh, you're awake. I thought you'd be out a little longer considering the . . . shock you just went through."

"...Shock? What are you talking about Mustang? If you mean. . . If you're talking about Al, i knew it was going to happen...eventually. I was kind of preparing myself for it as a worse case senario. . . I wasn't expecting it to happen so soon though."

"I'm so sorry Ed. I knew you and Alphonse were close, and i'm sure that his death was still a shock to you. But you didn't have to act out in the way you did. You nearly gave me a heart attack! I didn't know if I could get to you in time, or if you were even still alive after you closed that hole." Mustang ranted, not noticing the slumping of the blondes shoulders. "If something had happened to you. . . I don't know what I would have done." he whispered.

"...I'm sorry Colonel. I wasn't thinking. It was so sudden...him just collapsing like that, with no warning. I kind of lost it didn't I." Edward said, head still hanging low, avoiding eye contact.

"Ed... that's not what...I'm sorry." He said sitting on the bed next to Fullmetal. "Edward. . .look at me." Mustang said, guiding Ed's chin towards him to see into those molten eyes. "Ed. We need to talk about. . . your change." Mustang stuttered out, almost unable to make note of it considering all the young ...man... in front of him had been through.

"What change? I know Al just died, I may take a couple weeks off, but after that-"

"Ed" Mustang interrupted. "Do you really not remember? Have you really not noticed whats haappened?" Mustang questioned, almost humorously.

"What-" Ed then looked down at his hands. That's odd. Why is one smaller...His head shot up making frantic eye contact with Roy.

"...Roy...am I... I'm confused. What happened to the circle? This shouldn't of happened Roy. The circle was perfect! My memory of the circle is prefect! I see it all the time, Hautning my dreams! I COULDN'T HAVE MADE A MISTAKE!" Edward screamed in a fit of hysteria, thrashing around in the bed.

Mustang made a grab for his automail arm, only to be whoompt in the gut with it, knocking the air right out of him.

"Ed you need to calm down!" Mustang yelled, sucsessfully grabbing the arm this time, practically laying on top of the smaller alchemist. "STOP"

Edwards struggles calmed somewhat, but he wasn't there he wasn't in reality with Roy. No he was in his mind fighting against reason and the truth of the situation at hand. It can't be real. It can't be real. It can't be real. He chanted over and over in his head. As if if he said it enough times, wished hard enough, it wouldn't be true.

"Maes!" Mustang shouted for his friend hoping he could shed some light about what to do with the short-stack writhing in his hands."Maes!"

Said man came running in as if he was on fire. Taking in the shitty situation on hand.

"What do I do Maes?! What do I do to calm him down?"

"Take a deep breath first, and calm yourself down." Hughes said calmly. Mustang did so, staring angrily at his friend the whole time.

"I'm calm! Tell me what to do!" Roy yelled again.

Maes took in an exasperated breath. "Fine. Is he awake?"

"His eyes are open but... but he's not here Maes." Mustang said worriedly.

"Okay, talk to him Mustang, bring him back to reality and out of that scared mind of his."

He could hear them. He could hear him. He could hear Roy talking to him, with him. Trying to ... to do something. Trying to bring me back. I don't want to go back. Back is bad. I have to go forward. But where do I go. I can't see. I can't see anywhere to go.

"Edward..." I hear him call. No. It's safe here, nothing changes here I can't leave now.

Haven't decided where I want to go with this story yet.. . .. help out!

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