Bum bum bum! lol here it is, chapter 2 and you get to know why Ed was in pain and stuff. Now you kinda get to know what the story's plot is, but meh. I wrote this at 7 in the morning, cause I have to go to therapy today and my brother's a dick when it comes to my fanfics (He hates anything that has to deal with creativity).

So enjoy and sorry if it seems hurried, I just wanted to get it finished before my brother woke up.

Me and Ed you!

Worry

"Edward! Wake up Edward!" I hear a desperate cry running through my head. I moan and open my eyes half way to reveal the blurry face of Al. I'm lying limply in his arms, my wound isn't bleeding anymore but I feel really light headed and dizzy.

"Al?" I ask, voice slurred with sleep. I hear the armor echo with a sigh as he pulls me closer to his body. He then stands up and gently sets me down on the couch.

"What happened, when I came in you were on the ground bleeding." Al sits on the floor in front of me. I open my eyes the rest of the way and let out a groan of pain.

"I was walking out of the bedroom and cut my shoulder open on the door frame. It hurt a lot and there was this flash of light…" I trail off, eyes closing in exhaustion.

"Ed, stay awake please!" Al shakes my body, trying to get me to open my eyes. I reluctantly open them and look at him with an unfocused golden gaze.

"After the light I fell on the ground and passed out. Please let me sleep, I'm tired and the world is spinning." I snuggle into the couch more, forcing my eyes to stay open.

"I have to call Mustang now, something's wrong." He darts out of the room to the kitchen where the phone is. I hear him frantically talking into the phone, voice high pitched in panic. After a minute or so Al comes back into the room, a thermometer in his hand.

"Mustang wants me to take your temperature, since I can't feel it for myself." He says as he gently places the little glass thing in my mouth. I close my eyes and wait for him to pull it out, and then maybe I can get some sleep. Then I feel the thermometer being withdrawn, and I hear Al gasp.

"What?" I ask, opening my eyes and trying to sit up on the couch. I fail miserably and fall back onto my side, looking at Al's face.

"Your temperature is a little over one hundred; Mustang will be here soon okay? Please stay awake until then." Al sits next to me on the couch, running his hand through my hair. His hand feels so cool; I sigh and close my eyes for a little then open them.

"What's happening to me?" I ask, ready to fall asleep any minute. Al shakes his head with defeat and confusion.

"I don't know brother, I just don't know." We sit in silence, Al stroking my hair and scratching behind my ears while I try to stay awake, for what seems like hours. Then there's a gentle rapping on the door and Al gets up quickly, running to the door to let Mustang in.

"Where is he? Is he okay?" Mustang asks as he enters the room. I can see the worry in his face; see that he is on the verge of panic.

"He's right here and he's not bad but he's not good. I took his temperature fifteen minutes ago and he has a fever of one hundred. He's also very tired and it's been hard trying to keep him awake." Mustang kneels down next to my head, placing his ungloved hand on my forehead.

"Hi colonel, I missed you." I whisper, eyes half closed. He withdraws his hand and motions Al over.

"You said he had a temperature but he feels cooler than he should. Give me that thermometer." Mustang takes the object from the table next to the couch and places it in my mouth, trying to be as careful as he can.

"What's happening?" Al asks, standing beside him and looking down at me with worried soulful eyes. Mustang takes the thermometer out and looks at it, worry clouding his gaze.

"I don't know, his temperature is lower than normal. Maybe it's from the transmutation, but he isn't dying I know that. We read through Turner's research and he wrote that the patient always died slowly, I think it also said that something like this would happen, that the patient's temperature went out of control then went back to normal. Can I look at his shoulder? Maybe I can find what's causing this trouble."

I look at Mustang as he gently feels around the stitched up wound, pushing on the flesh around it. When he comes close to touching the injury I squirm and whimper in pain. The fire runs through my body in a painful jolt, causing my body to twitch.

"It hurts, stop!" I shriek, sitting up and grabbing Mustang's hand. I growl at him and throw his hand, watching as he lets it drop to his side.

"Edward, what's happening?" He asks gently. I cough and fall onto the couch again, pain still coursing through my veins.

"When you got near it I felt a bolt of pain run through me. Please don't do that again." I whimper and curl into myself, shaking from pain and fear.

"I'm pretty sure something's in his shoulder but I didn't feel anything around the wound. When he feels a little better maybe I can try to find it, he'll have to be asleep though or he'll do that again." Mustang grabs my hand gently and rubs it with his.

"Can I sleep, I'm so tired." I ask, closing my eyes slowly.

"You can sleep Edward, Al can you take him to his bedroom? Maybe later he'll feel better and we can look at the wound." I feel Al's arms wrap around me as he picks me up, cradling me in his arms. Mustang tries to let go of my hand but I hold it tight, opening my eyes to stare at him fiercely.

"Stay with me please, you know more about this." I whisper, he nods and gets up, letting me lead him to the bedroom. Al sets me down on the bed and I curl under the blankets, shivering slightly. Mustang sits on the bed next to me, stroking my head.

I sense the warmth radiating from his body and snuggle close to him, closing my eyes as I fall into a painless sleep.