Sacrifice [Edward Elric x Reader]

chapter 32

You jolt up to nausea and a bad feeling in your stomach. You can feel swear pouring down your face as your forehead and body boils with heat, though it doesn't feel hot at all. The little light coming into the room from the window lights up a few things, and everything is blurry and doubled up. Your head spins, introducing a splitting headache. You groan.

It's 11:59 pm, and you-

[December 10, 1917]

-slowly look around. You're in your own room, your sheets tucked in nicely on the corners. You remember the voices you heard and the fainting. Ed and the girl must've carried you here.

I wonder why this is happening... I think it might be the chemicals the nurse-

Wait. The nurse! Shoot I have to go back to the hospital today! Or by tomorrow morning!

You swing your legs over your bed and slowly stand up, wobbling a bit from your dizziness.

You hold on to the wall and notice that the sleeve is long. You're wearing a coat, and it's too dark to see the color, but you know it's Al's red coat that Ed frequently wears since you can feel the soft, warm material and smell the Ed on it.

You go to your desk first, knowing that would be extremely worried if he didn't find you in the morning.

You write a short note:

Ed or Al,

I'm going to the hospital now, like we promised last night. So if you wanna find me (ED) go civilized into the hospital from entrance (and not bust in) and ask to visit me. Do NOT break in and cause trouble. Please. Otherwise, don't worry about me.

You stumble your way out of your room, shivering at the cold marble pressing into your feet.

You slowly make your way towards the front door and slip on some sandals. You then make sure you have your pocket knife and your room card before sticking the note on the door and stepping out of your hotel suite.

You step out of the hotel, the night silent and suffocating. The cold, fresh, piercing air clears your head of its muddled thoughts and takes away your nausea. For a moment, you feel refreshed.

But almost immediately, the dizziness and nausea that was gone just a second ago cones back. Despite that, you continue onwards, knowing that you're almost there.

You briskly walk down the street, sticking to the alleyways so that no one sees you. Soon, you're at the hospital. You know you can't enter through the front doors, though.

Instead, you snake your way to the side entrance and look up at what supposedly was your room window. The steps are still there for you to step on and use.

But another sight causes your heart to sink. There's a moving figure wearing a police uniform, and he's patrolling the area, glancing around skeptically. He's blocking your path, and there's no way you could get past him without him hearing you or being spotted.

But you know you have to get there, since you are dizzy and feel as if you can't breathe.

So while he looks the other direction, you quickly and quietly, despite your mind and body's protests, dash towards the steps.

But you're too slow.

The man glances over just as you reach the steps, and with a click, points his gun at you. You freeze, dizzy in fear.

"Stop right there." His masculine voice echoes through the side courtyard. Your nausea returns quickly in response to your dizziness, and black spots start to grow in your vision. It's not long before you're reeling in sickness.

You slowly put your hands up in surrender as the man slowly start walking towards you, gun at hand. You can't help but stumble and the police man freezes, staring at you with contempt.

What a convenient time to become dizzy, you think. But it's not something you can control as the man starts advancing on you again.

You feel very sick to the stomach and not good as slowly, in awkward silence, the man arrives in front of you.

"What-"

You know you're in no condition to fight. A man. With a gun. Your knees collapse and your eyes roll back and you fall to the ground.

You're not entirely faking it, but it works, as the police man bends down in surprise and looks skeptically at you.

You don't move.

The man decides that you're not faking it and bends down, grunting. He scoops his arm under you and you try not to squirm uncomfortably.

"Am I that scary?"

You want to yell at him that it's not him, but you resist the temptation.

He carries you floppily, hurting your back and neck, and your right arm is in an awkward position.

Geez, old man. If you're going to carry a sick person, you should be more careful!

You shake off the thought as you are suddenly blasted with warm(er) air.

"Hey. I found this girl. She fainted while I was approaching her. Looked like she wanted to sneak into the room of Miss ((Y/N) (L/N). Put her in until she wakes."

You hear the sound of rolly-chairs rolling and someone brings a stretcher over. You are lain, softly, down.

There are a few soft murmurs that you couldn't make out. The stretcher goes up six steps of stairs, and through a hallway, into a familiar-smelling room. You're almost sure it's your own room.

You are rolled onto your bed, and cold sheets are placed over your body. You shiver a bit, but the people leave you alone quickly.

In the darkness, you feel a wave of sleep pass over you and soon, you're asleep.

Or so you thought.

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I think I'm gonna stay on the 3 day schedule, if that's okay with you guys...

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Uploaded September 3, 2016

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