A/N: I am so very sorry for how awful this chapter is! I'm not the best at writing scenes like this, which is why I'm doing this story, and I know that it's not all that good. Thing is, Edward's injuries will be described more, and with more detail, in the next chapter. I hope that the bad writing in this hasn't put you off from the story though...

It was an odd thing, waking up to the sound of his own screaming, but that's exactly what Edward heard when his eyes first shot open. Voice hoarse and low, it was nothing more than a gutteral and unintelligable screach of pure fear and agony, broken only by a wet cough coming from his throat.

He could feel the copper colored liqued rising from his throat when he coughed. It stained his lips and dripped down his chin. The metalic taste hovered in his mouth as it dripped back down his throat; pushed back up a second later when he burst into another coughing fit. Edward's head was forced foreward by the motion, a low gasp of pain forming from the movement.

Black spots were dancing across his vision. Not that he could see much in the stifling darkness of the mine. Though...it seemed like it had gotten darker since the last time that Edward had opened his eyes. He couldn't make anything out in front of him; just an odd black-grey color of whatever was in front of him.

Closing his eyes as tightly as he could, enough so he could see small white blobs dancing in his vision, Edward took a deep breath in an attempt to rid himself of the black spots and get his mind working again. Only, when he tried to breath in, all he got was a strangled gasp of air and another wet cough.

A streak of panic shot through him as he realized that he couldn't breathe right. As he made that realization, his mind seemed to come out of whatever haze the Nightmare had left it in. Everything seemed to crash down around him then, pain coming in waves from every side of his body, and he found that the only thing his mind was registering clearly then was pain.

"Welcome back, Mr. Al-che-mist! Are you ready to pla~ay?"

Shaking his head, which caused a bolt of pain to shoot through his temples and behind his eyes, Edward struggled to figure out what was wrong with him. Normally, Truth just told him how bad his injuries were. This time though, it seemed like it was a part of the Game to let him figure out what was wrong on his own.

It took him a few moments, of trying to block out the pains in his body and the far-off rumblings that were still happening around him, but eventually his mind was able to tell him that the reason he couldn't get a proper breath was because something was laying across his chest and stomach. Practically crushing his chest and stomache was probably a better word for it.

A large boulder, part of the cieling, was wedged on top of his body. Whatever other pieces of rubble it was stuck between, one he was leaning on and one that both his legs were pressed against, were all that was keeping it from coming down all the way and crushing him completely.

Another bolt of fear shot through him as, when he noticed the rock being there, the pain in his torso increased. He felt his breath catch in his throat, eyes widening in a panicked state, and the only thing that went through his mind was that he had to get out from his trapped state. He had to make sure that the image of Roy, the image of so much God-awful red, wasn't coming true out there.

Not bothering to try and figure out what the extent of the rest of his injuries was, Edward tried to push himself away from the stone-cage. Using his automail arm, because something in the far back of his head told him not to try using his other one, Ed started to push his body to the side and roll out. But the moment that he started to move, it hit him why he hadn't tried to use his left arm in the beginning.

White hot, searing, blood curdling pain shot through his arm; the little bit of breath that he'd managed to gather leaving his lungs in an uncontrolled scream. His body fell back against the stone behind him, unable to move, as wave after wave of nauseating pain shot through him.

Ed could feel the shattered bones in his arm move, scraping against each other and piercing through nerves, and he felt his stomach lurch. A sour, coppery taste entered his mouth; burning the skin in his throat, raw from screaming, on it's way up. Fingers twitched, pulsing with out him actually moving them, as the pain shot up and down his arm.

The whole thing was crushed, sandwiched in between two rouch pieces of cieling. Dark crimson dripped down the bottom layer of stone forming a small pool at the bottom of it, the dark liqued staining the clothes that Edward was wearing. And, aside from the burning sensation shooting through all of the nerves in his arm, all he could feel was the tell-tale pins and needles that came from having a body part go to 'sleep'. Which meant that, not only had he lost a lot of blood, he'd also lost circulation in that arm for who knew how long.

"Twenty-two minutes. Much longer, Mr. Al-che-mist, and you'll lose that arm too! But don't forget what else you could loose..."

Forcing his eyes and mouth open, both of which had slammed shut when he innitially tugged on his arm, Edward blearily tried to peer around him once more. He could see even less now, with the black spots in his vision having doubled, and he certaintly didn't see what he was looking for.

"Mu-mustang?" His voice was weak, coming out as nothing louder than a hoarse whisper, and it was obvious that no one would have heard it. Over the throbbing in his ears, the raspy sound of himself trying to pull in breaths of air, and the noise of his bones creaking and scraping against each other eoching in his ears, Ed could still hear the mine tunnel rumbling around him. The shaft was trying to settle and stop itself from collapsing the rest of the way. Unfortunatly, it wasn't doing much.

Closing his eyes again, a look of utmost misery on his face, he cleared his throat and took in another small breath of air. "Mustang? Are...Are yo-you the-there?"

There was no answer. The image flashed in front of his eyes again, that awful one with Roy, and he felt his grip on his calm start to loosen.

"Mustang!" Edward's voice was still barely hearable, still hoarce and soft, but the panic there was unmistakable. There was no way for him to get out from under the rocks, no way for him to get to his commanding officer, nothing that he could do but wait and hope something happened soon.