Hello strangers!
I apologize for my hiatus of sorts, I myself was admitted into the hospital for my own mental health, and then I also switched schools once I was released so I took some time to adjust to both the school and the new medication, ugh.
I took a long time to get to this point, but I think I'm finally getting better - hopefully.
Thank you so much for putting up with me though, and I hope you enjoy the update!
Not too long, but I'm actually interested in writing this again so yeah.
Enjoy! c:
I sat in the waiting room of the hospital, like I had done countless times before for the same teenager.
After rushing Ed to the hospital, they immediately took him through the emergency room doors and there he has remained for the past 7 hours without any word of his condition.
The receptionist told me I could go home and get some rest if I had wanted, but leaving him here all alone just didn't seem right. I couldn't leave him, not like this. I'm all he has right now.
It was nearing 1:30 a.m.
I had considered calling Al and Winry down in Resembool, but Ed might not want to see them right now – or rather, want them to see him right now.
I decided it was Ed's call to make – not mine.
Suddenly, a man in scrubs came out into the waiting room with a grim expression on his face, causing me to abruptly stand up.
We held eye contact for a few moments – I was the only one in the waiting room.
I realized I wasn't breathing. I was waiting for his next words, my head swimming with anxiety.
The man cleared his throat.
"You uh... You may want to sit down."
I felt a sharp intake of breath on my part as I shook my head.
"Just tell me."
The man studied me, as if trying to figure out if I was someone who could handle whatever it was he was about to tell me.
"Edward isn't doing so well. We've been pumping out his stomach, but the artery in his wrist may have bled too much before he got here. He's not only critically low on blood - he also is showing signs of decreased brain activity. He's been given a 20% survival rate, and I'm afraid that's being optimistic."
My mind shut down.
The only sound in the waiting room was the ticking of the clock.
I felt my legs give out, forcing my knees to make harsh contact with the floor.
Words were not something I was capable of at the moment.
"I... I'm so sorry..." The man muttered sympathetically, before slowly returning through the doors which he came from.
I don't have any idea how long I remained on the floor for.
It could've been hours – it could've been minutes.
All that I'm sure of is that I didn't get up until I heard the words,
"You can come see him now."
I robotically stood up – still numb from what I had heard, and made my way through those white doors.
With every step I took I became more alert and quickened my pace, following closely behind the man leading me to Ed.
He opened the door to room 307 and allowed me to enter before shutting the door, letting me have a moment alone with the boy.
Ed was lying in the precise center of the bed, not a hair out of place and all evidence of blood was gone.
Everything in this room was so pristine, so white, so... perfect.
I finally understood what it was that made Ed hate hospitals so goddamn much.
It wasn't the terrible food, or the inconvenience of it.
It was the illusion. The illusion that everything is perfect, calm, and under control in this building. But it's wrong.
In reality, everything is falling apart and nothing can change that.
Life is too fragile, and we – everybody – take that for granted.
The golden haired boy was unconscious, taking very shallow breaths.
The all too familiar setting – hospital room, Ed's shallow breathing and the heart monitor going beep...beep...beep were the only things to be heard.
I had been in this position too many times for my liking.
I slowly walked over the teenager and took a seat, studying him.
His skin was paler than ever before. His hair was lacking the normal shine, and overall he looked incredibly underweight and undernourished.
His skin was pale and waxy.
In truth, the boy looked dead.
All of a sudden, a horrible daydream filled my mind before I could control it...
Grey.
A graveyard.
No birds, no butterflies, no sun.
Just grey.
Grey sky, grey trees, grey gravestones, grey faces.
Grey.
A blonde girl stood, sobbing uncontrollably as an armoured boy tried to comfort her.
A casket was being lowered into the dirt as an old woman said some words.
People in uniforms stood behind the blonde girl and suit of armour.
One young man was fidgeting with his uniform, anxious for a cigarette to try and ease the stress.
A group of men stood, stony faced yet utterly shocked – the sadness slowly cracking through their set faces.
A blonde woman stood next to a tall dark haired man, gripping onto his hand as if was the only thing keeping her there, keeping her in control.
As the first shovel of dirt was thrown into the hole, the blonde girl threw herself forward, trying to get to the casket, as the suit of armour held her back while she screamed.
"No! It's not fair! He can't be gone! Don't bury him like this... He's not gone... It's too soon... He promised me he would stay alive! He promised! I can't lose him, not now. What am I supposed to do...?"
The dark haired man standing with the blonde woman shuddered.
Tears began to fall continuously from his eyes, and he did nothing to stop them.
It was then that I realized the dark haired man was me.
"Roy?"
A voice called out, pulling me from my daydream.
"Roy?"
The voice repeated.
I shook my head to clear my thoughts before looking up to acknowledge whoever was trying to speak to me.
woooooo that's that!
Let me know what you think, how you feel, what you liked, what you didn't like, aaaaand im rambling. SORRY.
but seriously though, leave me a review? c:
-HazelEyes8D