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He couldn't stop trembling. The last several hours of his life had been pure torture. At some point he must have passed out from the pain because when he woke up, Envy was gone. He must have gotten bored once he realized he wouldn't get any response from Edward. His mind refused to process everything at the moment and just seemed to relive what Envy had done over and over again. He couldn't understand it and the more he thought about it, the more ill he felt. The voices in his head didn't help either, they didn't seem remotely concerned about his mental well being. At least the one benefit from the pain he was experiencing was that it distracted him from them.
Deep down he just wanted to get away from this place and sleep for about a week. But it didn't seem to matter what he wanted, all that mattered was what Envy wanted and he was far from being finished with him. Unfortunately for Edward, he couldn't think well enough to even know what the homunculus wanted. His mind was too fragile right now to figure anything out. His tired gaze drifted to the other side of the room, where his clothes laid in a heap along with his metal limbs. The luxury of clothing was something that he missed terribly especially after what had been done to him. Another thing caught his eye across the room and despite all the chaos of his mind, an idea started to form. A faint glimpse of a smile pulled at the corner of his mouth as that spark of an idea became a plan. Bringing his foot forward, he stretched it out till he reached cement that wasn't covered in blood. Using the heel of his foot, he used the blood he'd been sitting in to draw a circle. It took a lot of concentration and was difficult to draw it perfect. Finally he finished. It was somewhat bittersweet that he had experience drawing transmutation circles in blood. He was a little too good at it but that didn't matter at this point. The only thing that mattered at this point was getting out of here before Envy got back.
Taking in several labored breaths, he paused before the next step. Having to move his leg had been a strain on his body even more then he expected. The ache started low and had worked it's way up his back and midsection. By this point the blood dripping from his wrist had dried and congealed around the wound, however the movement had aggravated it. But the pain was irrelevant, as long as this plan worked and he was able to get out of here. With one final deep breath, he closed his eyes and placed his foot down in the center of the sloppy transmutation circle.
The room remained silent. No blue sparks of alchemy. No movement at all. The chain didn't bend unnaturally, braking apart and setting him down to the floor. Everything remained as it was. Ed opened his eyes and stared at the circle before him. He couldn't understand why it wasn't working. Maybe it was all the noise in his head or he just wasn't focusing enough. Bringing his foot up, he was going to try again. His stare went wide as he figured out what went wrong. It was a stupid mistake but it was preventing his escape regardless. In the middle of the circle was a perfect crimson footprint, ruining the transmutation. The disappointment weighed heavy on his shoulders, crushing his ribs and suffocating him. He wanted to panic, wanted to scream from everything he was feeling. But instead of all that, something else happened that hadn't in a long time. He started to sob. He didn't care if anyone heard. His dignity had been taken from him and now he just didn't care if the entire military came in now and saw him like this. Letting his frustrations out didn't make him feel any better in fact it only made the headache bouncing around behind his eyes worse. Staring at his reflection on the floor, he realized there wasn't any point getting loose anyway. If he managed to get to the phone and get a hold of Alphonse or Colonel Mustang, what would be the point? He didn't even know where he was after all. Calling Al would only make his younger brother even more upset for being unable to save him. And then if he tried to escape, he wouldn't get very far in this condition. His ports had been damaged beyond a simple repair. He could hear Winry already, ranting over the disrepair his automail was in. And what was even more depressing was the fact that the automail wasn't even his worst problem. As upset as she would be about her work, it would pale in comparison to the rest of his injuries. He knew how she would react to his current state. Claiming he was just in a fight would not cover his tail this time. And if he managed to get free and get help, then got his automail fixed, he would still have to deal with the voices in his head. He didn't even know how to get rid of the souls currently trapped inside him. How would he even explain this kind of thing?
The solution to all this worried him the most. The fact that he couldn't do anything without Envy's help. Now he needed the homunculis' help. The thought made him feel sick and if he wasn't careful that thought along with the nasty smell of blood would be enough to make him throw up. He didn't want to think about Envy right now. Everything was still too fresh in his mind and when he thought at all about Envy, he associated him with all sorts of things he never knew about. It brought thoughts to his mind that he just didn't know how to handle and it seemed to make him more upset. No matter what happen this whole situation was going to leave some pretty deep scars.