I'm back! -kitchen knife barely misses my head- Whoa! Hey! I'm sorry it's taken me so long to update! I've just been terribly busy lately… But I'm here now so let's get this show on the road!

DISCLAIMER: I don't own Fullmetal Alchemist or anything else used in this story. I only own Emily and her family. (Including Uncle Mark)

Chapter 5

Ed gave me a look that told me he didn't buy my little cover up. He sighed and stared at me with an intimidating expression on his face. "Where are you really from? This time I want the truth." He demanded. "I…I told you, I'm from-"I began, but he interrupted me. "Don't say Youswell. I know that's a lie." How did he know? Was it my mention of Edison? Or maybe it was because I almost said Oklahoma? Whatever the reason was, I wasn't going to tell him. Instead I got up and sprinted towards the opening of the clearing.

Al suddenly came into view. "Emily? Why are you…?" I was too far away to hear him finish his sentence. I think I lost them, or rather him… I thought. "Emily! Stop running!" It was Ed. I guess I spoke too soon… I risked a glance over my shoulder, and saw him gaining pace easily. So here I am, sprinting as fast as my legs could handle, while he's literally jogging and he's still faster than me! I should've been a little more active in gym class…

Oh yeah, He has auto-mail. DUH! He doesn't even need to try. I started to make a U-turn towards the tree's, hoping that if I got in there, I would lose him. Of course, since I'm a complete failure when it comes to running, I turned a little too slowly and Ed grabbed my wrist. I suddenly felt a sharp stab of pain and slowed to a stop. I turned to face him and he saw my pained face. Both of our eyes flew to my wrist, and I discovered why it hurt; He had accidently used his auto-mail arm. We must've realized this at the same time, because he quickly released me. I clutched my wrist to my chest and fell to the ground, closing my eyes and forcing myself not to cry. "Did I…I'm sorry, I didn't mean to…" he stuttered. If I had to guess, I'd say my wrist was broken. "Y…yeah… I'm okay…" I tried to convince him, but of course I failed. "No, Emily, you're not okay! We need to get you to a doctor… AL!" I slowly opened my eyes to see Al running over to us. "What is it, brother?" His helmet turned to face me, "What's wrong Emily? Are you alright?" I tried to smile through the pain. "I accidently hurt her wrist with my auto-mail. We need to carry her to a hospital." Ed confirmed. "No! I said I'm fine!" I protested, but it was like they didn't even hear me. Al nodded and started to pick me up. I didn't say anything, but it's not like they would've listened anyway.

I closed my eyes again so I didn't have to look at anything. I just knew that Ed was probably going to interrogate me about my real home as soon as we fixed my wrist. When the time came, I'd have nowhere to run.

"Emily," someone called. I opened my eyes and looked at Ed, but I didn't say anything. "Does it still hurt?" He asked. At least he looked worried… "Yes." I answered, looking away. I was still in Al's arms, but we were inside a building now. It must've been a hospital, because it sure smelled like a hospital. There were people around us, coughing, sneezing, and of course, staring at us. Al didn't exactly blend in, and everyone knew Ed as the Fullmetal Alchemist. I was just an extra.

The doctor entered and scanned the room. "Emily?" he called. Al stood me on my feet, and then Ed and I walked over to the waiting doctor. Al insisted that he stay in the waiting room, no matter how much I begged him to come.

Once we were in the doctor's office, Ed helped me onto the stool while the doctor closed the door behind him. "Now what seems to be the problem here?" He questioned us. "My wrist hurts… a lot…" I said, still clutching my wrist to my chest. "I feel like it's broken…" I stated. He nodded and scribbled something down on his clipboard. "Sounds like we'll need to take an X-ray. I'll go get that set up." He said before sliding out the door.

Ed and I didn't talk, but I could tell that he was staring at me and I tried to ignore it. So many things had just happened. I let out a little too much information, was questioned about it, attempted and failed an escape, and injured my wrist in the process. I was feeling tired already.

"What time is it?" I asked Ed, trying to rid the room of its tense atmosphere. "9:27" was all he said in reply. "Cool…" I sighed, sarcastically.

The doctor stepped back into the room, "Alright, it looks like everything is all set up. If you'd follow me…" Ed and I stood up at once. "It's alright if I come, right?" Ed asked. "Sure! She doesn't need a hospital gown if it's only her wrist, so it's okay!" the doctor confirmed.

The three of us walked through the halls, heading towards the X-ray room. I noticed that my wrist was starting to hurt even more.

When we arrived, I had to stay by myself as Ed and the doctor stepped behind a wall with a window in the center. I stood next to this thing that had what looked like a tape measure going down the middle of it. "If you could just lift your wrist up to the line…" he suggested. Oh, he must mean the tape measure thing. "Okay…" I mumbled. My right arm was in so much pain due to my wrist, that I had to hold it up with my other arm. My wrist was screaming in agony, now that it had no support. It took a hell of a lot of will power to keep myself from screaming out in pain.

"Hold it still… and…" Click! He took a few more X-rays of my wrist and said, "Alright! While I get these developed, you two can head back to the check-up room. I'll be with you shortly!" Ed nodded and took my good wrist in his flesh hand, and led me back.

Once we were back in the room, I was back on the stool and Ed was sitting in a chair next to the wall. I was about to start a conversation, but Ed beat me too it.

"Emily, can I ask you something? I'd really appreciate it if you'd tell me the truth." I looked at him and found myself wondering if he was mad at me. "Sure, what's up?" I could hear my own pain in my voice, but I wasn't sure if it was from my wrist. "Why did you run away from me? Is it because what I said was true?" he asked. I wanted to shut myself down right there. Keep it together, Emily! I told myself. I gulped and forced myself to answer. "I…I don't know why I ran… I really don't… It's not… at least, I think it's not… because of what you said…" I muttered. "Is it true…?" he pried. "Uh… yes… I mean, yeah it's true." There was a sharp rap at the door, which meant that the doctor was back. Ed gave me a look that meant he would ask me more, later.

"Well, miss, it turns out your wrist is only sprained." He confirmed, meaning that the excruciating pain I felt earlier was exaggerated. "It looks like whatever hurt your wrist, almost broke it… almost… but," He cut off. "I'll need a cast?" I guessed. "It's actually not that bad… we can wrap it, but you'll have to be extremely careful." He said, reaching into the drawer and pulling out a roll of medical tape. He began wrapping my wrist carefully, "So how did this even happen?" He wondered out loud. Thankfully, Ed answered him, saving my butt. "We were eating outside and a dog came and grabbed her food. She chased after it, but tripped over a rock and landed on her wrist." He was such a good liar, which scared me for some reason. "Seems simple enough," the doctor sighed.

Ed and I met Al back in the waiting room, and then we all left. "How'd it go?" Al said, gesturing at my bandage. "It's sprained." I clarified. Al turned to look at his older brother. "Ed! She hasn't even been with us for a whole twenty-four hours, and you've already hurt her!" He lectured. "Sorry I used my auto-mail arm to stop her from doing something stupid!" Ed shouted back, "Al, you know I can't help it if my auto-mail is too strong!" "Yeah, well maybe if you had tried to talk to her, instead of using force, this would've ended differently! You can't just run after people and attack them when the run away from you!" "I didn't attack her! I just grabbed her wrist!" I've had enough of this. "SHUT UP!" I screamed. They both looked at me in shock. Well, Al didn't because armor can't show emotion… but I could still tell he was shocked. I turned to Al, "He didn't hurt me on purpose! Chances are, I would've probably screwed up and done something stupid, so quit yelling at Ed and yell at me!" I turned to Ed, who had a victorious smirk on his face. "And YOU," I started, "If you hadn't looked so scary when you were asking me those questions, maybe I wouldn't have run away! Also, why were you staring at me like that? You do realize that if anyone else noticed you, they would've thought you were a creeper and called the cops on you!" He seemed to be hurt by being called a creeper. I lifted up my bandaged right hand, "See this? I went to a doctor, for crying out loud! I'm okay!" I ended my rant with a sigh. Al reached up apologetically and said, "I'm sorry, Emily. It was stupid of us." As much as that statement was true, I wasn't getting off by making poor Al feel guilty. "No… Al, I didn't mean to get so angry… it's just… I hate seeing people argue." I smiled.

We all rented a hotel room, and stayed the night. The next morning, we were scheduled to catch a train. Only thing is, no one told me the destination.

YES. Okay so… Ah I forgot what I was going to say… No matter. DON'T FORGET TO REVIEW! :D If you have any questions or stuff like that you can PM me. THANKS FOR READING! I HOPE YOU ENJOYED!