EDWARD P.O.V

As Xena left the room, I asked her sister, "Should I be worried?"

"Only if he comes back in pieces." Can't wait to see how this'll come out.

Before leaving to call Winry, I had to put my automail arm in a sling, and Brosh pushed me in a wheelchair. Leaving the room, I prepared my ears to get screamed off.

As she picked up the phone, I began to shake. "This is extremely difficult for me to say, but . . . do you mind taking a trip to Central for a little maintenance?"

"Trip?"

"Well . . . it's my right arm. My fingers move, but I can't lift my arm at all."

"So it was no good, after all. Did you do something before your arm stopped moving?"

"I-I was in an all-out brawl."

"AGAIN?! Quit using my automail for things like that!" Complete silence.

"H-hello? Miss Winry?"

"I guess there's no choice. Where in Central?"

"Hey, you're kind of nice, to—I mean . . . nothing . . . Okay. Gotcha. Sorry for the trouble. Yeah. Thanks." I guess that could've gone better than it did.

AS I walked back to Brosh, he made the stupidest remark. "A love call to your girlfriend?" I nearly died, my wounds almost opened.

On the way back to the hospital room, I began to think about Al. I hope Xena was able to talk some sense into him. Maybe we'll come across them.

XENA .P.O.V

Leaving the room, my necklace began to shine a line of light, my guess, leading to Al. I followed it to a dark mini hallway, lined up with sinks and mirrors. There I found Alphonse, wallowing in sadness. "Alphonse? What'cha doing over here?"

"Nothing. I'm fine. Just a few things on my mind." I walked over and sat on the bench next to him.

"Don't tell me that. What's up?"

"Do you think I'm human?"

"You know, as well as I do, you are human. Even Edward knows that. What makes you think—hold on. Does this have something to do with that freak Alex was telling about that you were up against, last night? What did he say?"

"I'm just a metal doll that Edward created. That all of my memories are artificially made." I stopped breathing for a minute, to process everything. Is he seriously thinking this because a god damn psychopathic killer told him so?

"Look, Al, what makes that true? If you were artificially made, Edward wouldn't be hospitalized, right now. What if Ed heard about this?" I stood up, facing him, hands on my hips. You go to your brothers room and act like the brother you should be!"

"Yes, ma'am!" He went off. Jeez, didn't know I had that in me.

I turned to face the mirror behind me. I stared at the monster that I resembled. One that will, soon, become a raging monster of darkness.

I pulled my braid to the left side of my shoulder and looked at the Blood Mark on my neck. 3 claw marks that acted as my collar.

I looked closer and saw something above my claw marks . . . a fourth mark.

I ran to Ed's room, grabbed Alex's arm, and pulled her outside by the door. "Xena, what the hell?" I showed her the mark without words. "Oh, my god. How did-"

"I don't know. You know what 4 marks mean . . . full fledged!"

"Calm down. How can this even—"

"I'll give you one hint!"

"No! He's dead. He can't—you know what? Forget it. Maybe not Kasane. Just—we'll figure something out." I tried to calm down, taking in deep breathes.

"And another thing," she began, "What did you say to Alphonse, because he's been on his toes ever since he got back."

"Like you said, I'm the fucking motherly type!"