Sacrifice [Edward Elric x Reader]

chapter 45

You collapse on the top of the staircase of floor three. The weight of Ed bears down on you and seems to grow heavier every step. You back is damp with sweat, and your hair is sticking together in clumps due to the wetness.

You look up to see a single door, labeled "Injuries". Groaning, you push yourself back up and open the door.

The door squeaks as you nudge it open hesitantly. The space behind is a long, brightly lit, white-painted hallway. There are many wooden doors, each with a label on it, indicating the room number.

You look around, unsure of where to go.

"Hello, miss." A female voice pipes up from your side. You jump a bit, startled, but turn to your left.

There's girl, 20 or so, dressed in the standard all-white nurse's uniform. She has short black hair and bright green eyes. She's smiling, her pearly-white teeth beaming at you. A brown clipboard is being clasped by her, pen at ready.

She must've seen the relief on your face, since she rushes forwards in your aid.

"Here, let me take care of him."

She pulls Ed off your back.

"Follow me," she says, and carries him, bridal style, into a room three doors down the hall. The golden plaque reads "304".

The room is small, with a desk to the side and a patients bed. A jar full of cotton balls and another with wooden popsicle sticks sits next to each other on the desk.

Ed is set down on the patients' bed, face down, and the nurse immediately peels his sticky shirt off to reveal the sloppily applied bandages already soaked through with blood.

Ed is looking extremely pale, and his breathing is so shallow you can barely see the rise and fall of his back.

You collapse on the chair to the side and watch the nurse, fighting to keep your eyes open from the tiredness that suddenly took over you. It is the middle of the night, after all.

The nurse works quietly, and soon, Ed's wound is cleaned, rubbed with antiseptics, and newly bandages with more professional, heavy duty hospital ones.

You can't help but let your eyes close for a moment. But everything slips away as the promising calm of sleep takes over.

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You open your eyes again to an annoying beeping sound.

Your eyes swivel to Ed and see that you're alone in the room with him, and the heart monitor (let's pretend it exists) beeps off to the side.

He's looking less pale, at least, and you stand up, yawning and stretching from the stiff posture of sitting.

The sun outside indicates that it's late morning, and you realize: it's Christmas.

And last night you had left without a note or anything. Al must be very annoyed and worried.

You shuffle up to Ed and talk his cold left hand in yours, trying to warm it up with your own body heat.

You smile as sparks shoot through you and something turns in your stomach.

It's odd, having this feeling.

Suddenly, the door behind you opens. You turn around quickly to see... a bright, neon green watch.

Your stomach sinks as you stare at the doctor who was on neither side. His eyes are oddly dark, and you know he's up to something.

He grins at you hastily, and you frown back.

"Hey~ What's with the face?"

You scowl at him and turn back around to Ed.

The doctor closes the door behind him and you shift, uncomfortable.

The man is wearing the usual white doctors uniform, with his black hair drooping around his face. He looks very tired, but there's a glint in his eye.

"I see he's doing well."

You grunt but don't reply.

"Come on, hun~ Talk to me!"

You glare at him as he smirks and rounds the bed to take a look at Ed.

The doctor does a few inspections: checks his breathing, measures his blood pressure, and, lastly, checks for other vitals.

You watch lazily as he mutters to himself and reaches around for tools. Finally, the doctor straightens up, a grim look on his face.

Immediately, your stomach drops and your hands start sweating. Sure, this doctor is probably on the bad guy side, but he still is a doctor.

He stares deep into you, as if trying to read your mind. He doesn't smile.

"I'm sorry to tell you, (Y/N)," he starts hesitantly, rubbing his hands together, "but Edwards seems to be in fatal condition. He is on the doorstep of death. He may die any moment now."

Your eyes widen and you stare at the doctor. He looks back unwaveringly.

"No. I don't believe it." You state firmly. This guy is trying to trick you.

He looks at you. "I'm being serious right now. Why would I joke about this?"

Another even heavier weight seems to drop into your stomach.

The world seems to slip away as you stare at Ed, the beautiful, golden hair, and bright eyes. His funny personality and jokes, his small quirks and annoyances. They all might be gone any moment now.

You start hyperventilating.

"I- no- but- but he can't! There has to be something you can do!"

"I'm sor-"

"No! There has to be a solution!"

The doctor winces at you. You can feel tears welling up in your eyes. It was all your fault. If only you had brought him in a little earlier, just a little...

You can't say anything, and let the sound of the heart monitor drill into your head, leaving your vision blurry. You stumble.

"I'm sorry, (Y/N). There's nothing we can do. He seems to have lost too much blood."

You watch as the doctor takes one step backwards, stumbles a bit as you whisper-yell, "No!", and suddenly, the worst sound that could possibly, ever happen starts playing.

It's the heart monitor, and it's beeping has gone to a standstill, replaced by a consistent note.

It takes you a moment to register what it meant.

Your knees collapse and your vision goes completely blurry, and you breathe heavily.

He's dead.

Ed's dead.

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Uploaded October 12, 2016

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