Chapter 5

Al sat in Ed's room reading. Every once in a while, he would glance over to look at his ailing brother. Ed's skin had become very pale and his breathing had relaxed, but still have slight problems. Al had turned to wipe the sweat off of Ed's forehead when he winced. Al finished and turned back to his book to let Ed relax.
He didn't see Ed move his arm to touch his head and wince again. Ed slightly opened his clouded over eyes, but he couldn't see anything and didn't know where he was. He felt fine and was about to go back to sleep when an immense surge of pain pounded though his head as if someone had plunged a dagger into his head and a pair of hands were proceeding to use the gash to rip his skull open!

Al jumped out of his chair as Ed screamed, his hands holding his head and trashing violently in his bed. Al ran to the door and threw it open and ran down the hallway calling for the doctor and lucky for him that the doctor was talking to Col. Mustang.
"HURRY! PLEASE HURRY DOCTOR!"
"What is it Alphonse?"
"It's brother! There's something wrong. He was just lying there and all of a sudden he started screaming and…and…OH GOD! HELP HIM!"
They ran back to the room where they saw Ed screaming and trashing. Roy ran forward grabbed him and threw him back down on the bed, holding him there as he struggled.
"Ed! Ed! Calm down! Stop It! Ed!"
The doctor ran out of the room for a minute and came back with a needle and put it into Ed's arm. Ed stopped screaming and his body started to relax and Roy loosened his grip. They bent him forward as Ed vomited, including more blood into a bucket that the doctor had put in front of him.

They lay Ed back down into the bed and reattached the IV's and everything else that he ripped out of himself during his thrashing about.
The doctor sighed,
"He's getting worse and he's going through the stages much too quickly"
"What do you mean by that Dr.?"
"Well, Col., to put it straight forward. He's dying, but I'll need to take a few more tests to find out more."
The doctor turned and left, leaving Al and Roy in the room. Al turned back to be near Ed.
"Brother…"
Roy headed to the door; he brought up his fist to his face and then hammered it into the wall, forming a hole,
"SHIT!"