OHMEGAWD I'm sorry it's so late! By the time I was in the mood to type this chapter up, FanFiction wouldn't let me log on T.T I'M SORRY PLEASE DON'T BITE ME! As an "I'm Sorry" gift, I'll get chapter 4 posted tonight too ^^
Anyway, I'm finally done with the musical, but I have a talent show coming up that I'm auditioning for, and I'm going to sing Brat'ja (Brothers) and dress in my Ed cosplay costume ^^ I'm PUMPED! (It might have been those cookies that I ate... 0.o)
Anyway, enjoy my REALLY OOBER SHORT chapter (I feel like they're getting shorter when I write them T.T)
Alphonse climbed the stairs to the second floor where the Elrics' hotel room was located. He hoped that the older Elric wasn't mad at him. Ed normally wasn't, but you never know. Al unlocked the door and stepped inside. The lights were on, but nothing moved. Al scanned the room. He almost missed the lump under the covers of the bed. Al stepped as quietly as he possibly could to the bed where he thought his brother was sleeping. He gently pulled the covers away from Ed's face. The alchemist's face was an unhealthy white, and his eyes were closed. Nothing of the older Elric moved. Al had a momentary panic attack. What should he do? What could he do? He couldn't feel, let alone search for a pulse. Al stopped and tried to think rationally. Then he had an idea.
Mustang drove as fast as the speed limit would let him. Hell, he would be speeding right now if the Elrics' inn hadn't been so close. Mustang parked his car and ran into the inn and up he flight of stairs to the room number that Al had told him. Room number 613. A shiver ran up Mustang's spine, and an uneasy feeling started forming in the pit of his stomach. He shook his head and rapped on the door three times. There was he sound of a chain sliding as Al unlocked the door. Mustang rushed in before the door was fully open. Al closed he door and followed the Colonel to his brother's bedside. He had flipped Ed onto his back so the blond had an easier time breathing, then pressed his index and middle finger to his neck to check his pulse. After what seemed like forever, the Colonel pulled his hand away and leaned close to the boy's face to listen to his breathing. It was a short inhale, and a short exhale. Mustang straightened up and ran a hand through his raven- colored hair. He had never seen the Fullmetal Alchemist in such a bad of shape. Not even when the kid was sick. His skin was so pale, it was frightening. Mustang had one more thing he wanted to check. He gently opened one of Ed's eyelids. The golden iris was dull and the eye all together was dilated. Mustang gently closed Ed's eye and sighed again.
"I don't know what's wrong with him. We could take him to the hospital-" Ed's finger twitched. The room became silent, save for Ed's uneven breathing. Ed slowly opened his eyes
"No!" Ed yelled at the top of his lungs. Al and Mustang stared at him. Ed took in deep breaths. He started to shiver and put his arms around himself. Mustang grabbed an extra blanket from the end of the bed and draped it around the boy's shoulders Ed pulled thblankt around himselftighter, still shivering.
"Brother! Brother, are you alright?" Al called, rushing to Ed's bedside.
Ed jumped and stared at the armor quizzically. "W-who are Y-you?"