If you are sensitive to the sexual abuse of a minor, please do not read.
Previously on Rebellion:
This time, Roy seemed to notice. "You alright, Fullmetal?" he asked.
If only he could have told him something. Just a little more time and it all would have been over. Everything.
Maybe people are finally figuring out what's going on.
Maybe they'll help me.
"I assumed." Ed smirked and before he knew it, he was already asleep.
"Well, Edward, it looks like you've stopped vomiting, but your fever is still high, and you still have the poison in your system. Looks like we're going to have to pump your stomach." Dr. Mcgakric said as he jotted down notes on a clipboard again. Ed tried to peer over to see what the doctor was writing, but couldn't from his position on the bed sitting crisscross applesauce. {That's how they said it when I was little, and I'm sticking to it, dammit, I don't care how ridiculous it sounds in this.}
"Do you have to? I mean, I can just shove a finger down my throat, ya know." Ed said. He heard people talk about getting their stomachs pumped, and it wasn't a good experience from what he had heard.
"Sorry, Edward, we're going to have to do it the medical way," Mcgakric chuckled a little. "A nurse will be in here shortly to get you situated."
"Got it," Ed said as he played with his metal toes. Mcgakric walked out of the room and a nurse walked in minutes later. "Well, that was quicker than I thought it would be."
"Well, you are one of the most popular patients here," the pretty nurse said with a smile. "Plus we're just giving you some medication to calm you down. Some patients, especially children, get pretty riled up."
"What do you mean I'm one of the most popular patients?" Ed asked. If someone had found out anything, he didn't know what Tucker would do.
"You're the Fullmetal Alchemist, the youngest State Alchemist, you're very popular here." the nurse said. She seemed too excited about giving Ed drugs than he was comfortable with.
"Ah..right.." Ed said.
"Your arm might start to feed a little cold, and some patients say they can taste the medicine in their mouths, but you'll get back to normal soon." the nurse said. {That's what a nurse said to me when I was in the hospital, and I really did feel cold down my arm, and I tasted everything.}
"How's the medicine getting in me?" Edward asked, looking over at his arm. When he noticed an IV in him, his eyes widened. "Get it out! Get that thing out!" Ed shouted.
Tucker poked at him with needles and grinned.
"You'll never escape me, Eddie," he said as he placed another needle inside the child. "You'll be the perfect little soldier soon enough."
"Calm down!" the nurse tried to calm Edward before calling reinforcements. Male nurses ran in and began to hold Edward down as he thrashed before a higher dosage of medicine was placed in the IV. Soon enough, Ed walked calming down and laying in the hospital bed limply.
"Where's Al?" a delirious and drugged Edward asked as he laid in his hospital bed.
"He's in the waiting room, waiting for me to let him know when he can come in." Mustang said as he sat in a chair by Edward's bed, reading a magazine.
"Why are you here?" Ed asked, looking at the raven haired man with dazed eyes.
"Because legally, you're my responsibility, and I need to sign off on everything." Mustang said, not really paying much attention to the pre–teen.
"Where's Al?" Ed asked again. Mustang almost laughed. Even a drugged Edward only had a one–tracked mind.
"He's eating candy." Mustang lied, not feeling like explaining where Alphonse really was again.
"Liar, Al can't eat," Edward said. It was odd to see a drugged Ed look guilty, but Roy assumed he would see it sooner or later. "It's my fault, and I'm being punished for it." he said, though softer.
"What do you mean you're being punished for it?" Mustang asked, but when he looked away from his magazine, Edward was asleep. He sighed. "Guess I'll just have to find out later."
When Ed woke back up, a tube was being forced down his throat. He began to panic, not being able to breathe, as well as his gag reflex beginning to act up. He really hoped that Mcgakric didn't mean shoving a tube in his throat to make him vomit as the medical way of making him throw up.
"Calm down, just relax," Mustang said as he continued to sit down in the chair by the bed. There was a nurse there now, the same nurse that had administered Ed's medicine. "It'll be over in a few minutes." he said.
He was right, after a few minutes of what seemed like endless pumping to Edward, the tube was removed, and the young Alchemist was left with an empty stomach and sore throat. Of course, shortly after Ed passed out anyway from the exhaustion that vomiting seemed to bring him, plus being administered more medication.
"Brother! You're awake!" Alphonse exclaimed with happiness. He held Nina on his lap as he sat in the chair that Mustang had been sitting in last time Edward awoke. He looked around the room, seeing no signs of the doctor, Mustang, or Tucker.
"We made you a picture, little big brother!" Nina smiled brightly. She shoved a paper up to Ed's face that had pictures drawn by little Nina–the pictures looking like the three of them with a transmutation circle, of course it included Alexander. Under the drawings were their names, and on the top it said in big letters, 'GET WELL SOON.'
"Thanks, guys." Edward said, though his throat prevented him from saying any more. Soon enough he was hacking and coughing, and Alphonse was quick to get him some water. The doctor walked in moments after, while Ed was still chugging the water.
"Good morning, Edward, I see you're thirsty," Mcgakric chuckled softly as he once again brought out the clip board that Ed felt himself wanting to destroy. "The poison has been completely emptied from your system. We aren't going to keep you under any observation, since we trust your brother and Tucker will take good care of you. No solids for a week, and next week you have an appointment to check back with me. After that, depending on if anything has changed or not, you're home free."
Edward would have responded, though he was still in the process of filling up his stomach with the water Alphonse had given him. He was either not drinking as fast as he thought he was, or Alphonse just gave him a really big glass–something he was grateful for.
"Thank you, doctor Mcgakric." Alphonse thanked for his brother. Besides, if he waited for Edward to speak, it would be forever, and if he did speak at all, there would be a smart ass remark that Al just couldn't let come out of the blonde's mouth.
After a few minutes of Alphonse and Mcgakric sharing words, the doctor left the room to give Mustang–who was apparently waiting in the waiting room–release forms to sign.
"We're ready to go, brother." Alphonse said, wheeling a wheel chair into the room. He knew Edward wouldn't like it; and as the great Alphonse Elric thinks it, so it shall become–Ed was pouting in the hospital bed about it.
"I can walk." Edward responded to the offensive item in the room.
"I know you can, brother, but it's hospital procedure. Just go along with it, and you won't ever need it again," Alphonse said. "Please?"
"Alright, fine." Ed sighed. He was helped out of the bed by his brother, and forced to sit in the wheel chair. The only reason Ed hated the damn thing was because it reminded him of the days during his rehabilitation and the way it was before he got his automail. He was wheeled out of the hospital, where he was allowed to stand and walk once more.
"Feeling good, Fullmetal?" Mustang asked with a smirk when Edward bolted from the chair as soon as they left the hospital doors.
"Stuff it, Mustang, I just got out of a prison, I feel great." Ed retorted as he stretched his muscles.
"Brother! What's gotten into you, you're usually a lot more polite to the Colonel. Sorry, Colonel Mustang." Alphonse apologized for his brother after chastising him.
"It's alright, Alphonse. After all, he did just get out of the hospital. He'll adjust himself soon enough." Mustang smirked and chuckled a bit. Edward Elric never ceased to amuse him.
The brothers returned to the Tucker Estate, Alphonse noticing Ed seemed a little off when they walked in. Nina immediately ran over to the two and grabbed onto Edward's arm.
"Ed, you're back!" Nina smiled excitedly. Usually she saw her big brothers every day, though Alphonse said that Edward was very sick, and that he needed to go visit him. Nina even went and visited him for a bit while he was there. Al told her that he would bring Ed back in one piece.
"Yeah, Nina, I'm back," Ed smiled, kneeling to pat her on the head. "Hey, why don't the three of us go to the park? We could call it a celebration that I'm out of the hospital." he suggested.
"But, brother, you might still be ill. What if you over exert yourself?" Alphonse asked.
"Nah, I'm fine, we can go." Ed really didn't want to be at home when Tucker got there.
They played at the park for a long while before Nina grew tired. Truth was, Ed grew tired quickly as well, he wanted to collapse when they got back, but didn't want to prove Alphonse right. Then the younger brother wouldn't let him out for a week.
"Edward." Tucker's voice sounded behind the blonde when he got to the bathroom to shower.
"Tucker.." Ed trailed off. He knew he would have to deal with the man eventually. They still lived in the same house, no matter how much Edward wanted to run away.
"Basement." was all he said before leaving. Ed sighed and turned away from the shower. There was no point in taking a shower when he would probably need one after Tucker's doings anyway. He walked to the basement and noticed a new addition to the furniture in the basement. A fireplace with coal.
"Fireplace?" Ed commented. He didn't feel like being submissive. He didn't even care if he got hurt because of it. Everything that could happen had already happened.
"Shut your mouth," Tucker said, dragging Edward to the usual spot in the room. Removing Ed's pants and boxers, he threw the boy to the ground, taking a tool that was sticking out of the fireplace, red with heat. "You're getting what's coming to you."
Edward muffled a scream with by biting his flesh hand as the hot tool burned his thigh. It seemed like it was melting his skin forever. Guess I was wrong about about everything having happened to me already.
His hand was removed from his mouth, teeth having drawn blood from it. Edward was denied that minimal comfort, though by this moment was too exhausted to even try to scream. He just knew Tucker might burn some other part of him if he did.
{Here comes some sexual parts. If you're offended by the sexual abuse and rape of a minor, please do not read this part. I will alert you when it is safe to begin reading again.}
He was pushed onto his stomach on the ground and he felt Tucker's member probe his hole. The member had already been abused by the man, though still hurt when he was entered dry. Ed wouldn't allow himself to shout out, gritting his teeth the entire time.
{It's safe to read again. That was shorter than I thought it would be...}
After the pre–teen was released from the man's hold, he walked up the stairs and showered. Making sure to be quick enough for Alphonse not to notice, he made his way to the bed quickly.
Tucker arrived minutes later, his hand making it's way down Ed's pants and toying with the burn on his thigh. Ed grit his teeth and panting through it. Tucker whispered in his ear.
"All you are is a whore soldier. You should just kill yourself." the man left with a satisfied smirk as he heard the muffled sobs.
I posted another chapter on the same day since I made you guys wait so long and I screwed up the last few chapters. Anyway, this is here! I'm glad I got two done for you guys, I've got a lot to make up for. Please review, tell me what you think, sometimes your reviews give me ideas, you know! And motivation as well :) Thank you guys so much for reading!
Next Update: July 23rd.