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Drawn to Life

Hospital Blues

I had decided a long time ago that if my life had ever started to turn into a cliché, I would fix it. In the case of falling into an anime, I would avoid main characters and things of that nature. Fortunately, or unfortunately, I don't think many cliches about falling into the Fullmetal Alchemist world start with the main character being immobilized and staring into the sky.

Hm, that cloud looks like a duck, and that one looks like a kunai knife from Naruto. I wonder if I'll ever read any manga or watch anime again. In fact, I wonder if I'll ever be able to draw again, you know, with the lack of hands it might make it hard........

Yes, my priorities are, in fact, screwed up right now. I think the shock of my drawing coming to life, going through the gate, losing my hands and feet, and the mind numbing pain might have something to do with it.

Maybe.

So, yeah. I'm laying on a hill located somewhere in -most likely- Amestris, bleeding to death, unable to get up, and too out of it to think to call for help.

Now, what would the spunky heroine of a fanfiction do?

A. Magically get through the pain and walk to a town

B. Have Ed and Al magically happen to cross her path and save her

C. Have Envy magically cross her path, have a change in heart about humans, and save her

D. Some kind patron, that happens to be an automail mechanic, magically finds her and takes her in

E. All of the magically above

They could work, if only I believed in magic.........

"Lewis! I think I see someone over there!"

…......I believe! I believe in magic! Lets' hear it for option D!

"Dear Lord, what happened to her?!" I heard the same female voice gasp.

"Miss, are you still with us?" I felt some one lift my head, and was soon looking at an older man (maybe in his late forties to early fifties) with salt and pepper hair and dark brown eyes.

"As surely as you're invading my personal bubble," I mumbled. I didn't mean to be rude, my sarcastic thoughts just happens to slip out when I'm not in the best of moods.

The old man, whom I'm assuming is Lewis if my hearing isn't failing too, chuckled and said, "She's okay for now Martha, but we better be getting her to the hospital."

He then picked me up and walked me over to his wife, who had graying blond hair and blue eyes, "Let's hurry and get the poor dear there. My goodness! What could have caused these wounds?! Her hands and feet and neatly cleaved off!"

Okay, I don't know how that old lady could've said that last sentence without vomiting, but I'm not fairing so well.

"Noooo (yes, I did drag that word out), don't take me to the hospital, they have shots, and needles, and crap there," I whined.

Lewis looked down at me and gave a small chuckle, "I won't let anyone put any needles in you."

"Really?" I asked hopefully, as my vision started blurring.

"As long as your conscience."

I do not like Lewis.

I sighed and looked back up at the sky as I started getting black dots in my vision. I saw a bird flutter about the big blue dome, I think it was a swift. Swifts are my favorite birds, maybe it's a good omen. I started to completely loose conscientiousness as I took one last lingering look at that big blue sky.

I woke up with the most uncomfortable feeling that I was somewhere that I did not like. I turned my head side to side and saw that I was in a room that was completely white, and did not deviate from that unfashionable color scheme.

It took me a minute or two, because my mind was a bit foggy for some reason, to figure out that I was in a hospital. Why the hell was I in a hospital? I bet it was my friends' fault, they always get me into dangerous situations.

I reached my hand up to scratch my head, but what I felt when it finally got up there was most definitely not my hand.

It took all my will power to not scream bloody murder when I realized my hand had been replaced with a cleanly cut stub.

Right after that realization, everything that happened came racing back to me. Holy crap, I can't walk or anything! I was an invalid.

I was startled when I heard a whimpering noise. I looked around the room, only to find that it came from myself. I was crying, probably going to be bawling soon. Crying doesn't fix anything, and I always hated it when the main characters cried instead of doing anything, but I'll let myself cry this once. This once and no more.

For the next ten minutes I cried my eyes out. I cried harder than I probably ever have. I cried for my missing appendages, for my friends and family, and for my ruin of a life. I probably would have continued crying if it wasn't for someone coughing, you know, like what some people do when they're trying to get your attention.

I looked up and saw who I assume was the doctor. I tried calming down and covered up my sobs by making them sound like coughs. I brought my arm up and whipped my tears off my face. See, arms are just as efficient as hands, who needs them?!

My attempt to cheer myself up nearly made me burst out crying again, but I composed myself and looked at the doctor, "Yes?"

The doctor cleared his throat, acted like I wasn't just crying my heart out (which I am eternally grateful for), and said, "I'm happy to see you're awake. You had lost a significant amount of blood from your wounds, and we had to put you on an IV," I flinched at this part and he seemed to notice, "Mr. Lament said to get the IV out of you before you woke up, and as you can see, we did."

I put together the clues and figured out Lewis was Mr. Lament. Hm, so he did keep his promise after all.

I nodded to let know he could continue. "So, miss- oh, it appears we don't have a name. What's your name miss?"

I was about to say my name, when I hesitated. Didn't I read some fic about the bad guys coming to our world and figuring out the main character's family by their name? Well, this isn't like many fanfictions I've read, but better safe than sorry.

"Swift Black," I said. No relation to Jacob Black, by the way. The first name came from the swift bird I saw before I fainted, and the last, well, was the first thing that came out of my mouth.

"Well, miss Black, do you know how you got your wounds?" asked doctor nosy.

I had an answer ready from years of reading fanfictions, "I'm not really sure, my memory is really fuzzy. Do you know what could have caused them?"

I'm not the best actress out there, but I could play the poor, confused, teenager pretty well right now.

The doctor shook his head and said, "I've never seen anything like it. As for treatments, I would suggest getting automail if you could."

I nodded to this, I would love to not, because it's pretty obvious that would be the next step to do, but I couldn't just be an invalid the rest of my life.

"The bathroom is the door to you left, you can go there and get dressed-" he stopped and looked as if he just realized something.

Though I didn't feel like it, I smiled kindly, "Have someone get me there, and I can manage on my own. Don't bother arguing, because I won't accept help. By the way, doctor, how long have I been here?"

"A week," he said.

I was flabbergasted at how long I had been out, but figured I was lucky to wake up after losing so much blood.

I nodded again, and doctor whats-his-face (he never gave his name, rude much?) called a nurse to help me to the bathroom.

I hated having to be helped like this, but I figured they wouldn't let me crawl there. The nurse settled me on a chair she had brought into the bathroom, asked if I was sure I didn't want help, to which I responded with a curt "yes", left my clothes in the room, and vacated the premises.

"I hate my life," I mumbled as I looked in the mirror.

At least I hadn't change. I still had my light brown skin, an athletic build body, curly light and dark brown hair, blue and black glasses, violet eyes-

What?! Since when did I get violet eyes?!

I examined my face up close in the mirror and focused on my eyes. Yep, they were definitely violet. Something about that bugged me though. Did violet eyes have any meaning here?

"Think about that later, figure out how to put your clothes out now," I said out loud to myself and turned to my mercifully unfolded clothes,

I had my dark wash boot cut jeans, black leather belt with silver studs, purple tank top, white slightly see-through shirt that said "art and beauty" with a clover behind the words, my beret that I always wore when I was going to do a particularly long artistic endeavorer, and favorite purple high top converse that I had sewn lightning stripes into (though the good Lord knows why the gave me shoes).

You could see washed out blood on the pants and shoes, but luckily the shirt was short sleeved so the blood didn't run down there.

After a good hour of struggling, I had managed to get on my shirt and tank top. I finally relented in my stubbornness and called the nurse, who seemed to be waiting right outside my door, to help me with the rest of my clothes.

I could tell that she wanted to ask where I acquired such odd clothing, but was polite enough not too. I wasn't about to offer an explanation anyway, so the only time we actually talked to each other was when she asked how I wanted my hair done.

"A high ponytail with bangs framing my face, please," I answered.

"Your hair is very nice," The nurse complimented.

"Thanks, I like yours too," I complimented back.

"Thanks, you should really do your hair-" the nurse stopped mid-sentence and went silent.

I let out a silent sigh and didn't bother to start up another conversation. Was this how I was going to spend the rest of my life? People awkwardly stopping in the middle of sentences because they didn't want to hurt my feelings? I know how Ed feels now. I guess you can never really appreciate how difficult something is until you experience it.

After the nurse finished, she helped me back to the hospital bed and put my now useless shoes next the bed.

"You have a visitor that has been waiting for you to finish," she informed me and left.

Mr Lament, A.K.A Lewis, entered the room and stood in front of me. "I'm happy to see you didn't end up dying. Wouldn't want blood on my hands, you know," he said casually.

I smiled and said, "don't worry, it'll take more than losing a few appendages to kill me."

He laughed uproariously and said, "that a girl."

I laughed too. He would never realize how grateful I was for someone who would talk to me normally. I took Mr. Lewis Lament off my "don't like" list and added him to the "people to keep alive when I rule the world" list.

Once he sobered up, he said, "Do you have a home miss Swift?"

Looks like he got my fake name from doctor blabbermouth. "Yes," I said back, probably a tad to quickly.

From the look on Mr. Lament's face, he caught my lie. "Well, until your family shows up, you can stay with me and the Mrs.. We'll also get you some automail so you don't have to sit around for the rest of your life."

I was shocked speechless after his offer. Aren't people only this nice in fanfictions? "I couldn't possibly take your offer," I said while shaking my head.

He laughed again and said, "don't worry my dear, I know a couple of automail mechanics," he lifted up his right pant leg to reveal an automail leg, "and they owe me a couple of favors."

I was, once again, shocked speechless, so he took the opportunity to keep talking, "since you haven't lost your whole arm or leg, the recovery time that it should take for you to get back on your feet should be about 1-1 ½ years."

I took all this in and nodded, "Okay, until my family shows up, I will happily take your offer Mr. Lament. You can also forget that year to year and a half crap, I'll be up and running in six months."

Mr. Lament laughed again and said, "That's the spirit! Now let's get you out of here. I have the feeling you're not particularly fond of hospitals."

I nodded in earnest and hopped off the bed-

-Thus making me land on the floor since I am without anything to help me stand.

My new guardian was laughing louder than ever, and making hospital personnel glanced curiously in the open door and mutter about whether or not he himself should be in a hospital.

This is going to be a long six months.

Okay, after about one more chapter the action will start kicking in, so be patient!

R&R~