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Chapter 6

There's No Turning Back

Your POV

[Resembool, Amestris, you and Ed are gonna be 11 STILL in this chappie]

You sat on the hard floor of the patients' room, eyes growing heavier with each passing second. You were exhausted, but you couldn't fall asleep now.

Not when a certain sleeping Edward was right in front of you.

You couldn't help but stare at him as he slept on, hair fluttering with each breath. His face was somewhat peaceful, and, if you didn't know any better, he looked just as he would if he were sleeping back at his old house.

Unfortunately, he was sleeping off the medicine given to him for the surgery. Two of his limbs were gone, and he had recently commited a taboo. This just wasn't right.

"[y/n]."

A small voice from the corner of the room caught your attention, and you saw Alphonse sitting there. You sigh slightly, glancing one more time at Edward, then back at his poor brother.

"You're awake?" you ask wearily, and Alphonse nods his head sadly.

"I don't think I can physically sleep anymore," he confesses, and you nod your head. Normally you'd sympathize, but you were just too tired.

And that's when you heard a small rustling sound from Ed's bed. You shoot up and rush over to him, and are quickly greeted by his large golden eyes. They quickly hardened as soon as they met your [e/c] ones, sheilding you from any weakness he may be dealing with.

"Hey," he greets hoarsely, a small smile coming across his lips. You sniffle at his attempt to seem nonchalant; how could he do that when he was so obviously hurting?

"Edward you idiot!" you blurt, the words tumbling from your mouth before you could stop them. Then, you sigh and glance down quickly.

"Hm, yeah," Edward laughs quietly. "I really am an idiot, aren't I."

"I didn't mean it," you mumble darkly, still looking at the ground. "I was just scared. Sorry."

"I'm still an idiot," Edward mutters, and you resist the urge to burst into tears right there. Instead, you lightly set a cool hand to his feverish forhead. He moves the one hand he had left to meet yours, and you felt his warmth coming from the direct contact.

He was burning up, but you were happy he wasn't dead. What would you do then? Where would you be? You'd have no one. Absolutely no one.

"Ed...does it hurt?" you whisper, asking the one question that's been on your mind since he came to the door, half dead. 

"Heh, yeah it does," he admits, at least accepting that he was in pain for once. "It feels like a never-ending fire."

"Do you need pain killers?" you offer, reaching for the white bottle of pills on the side table. Edward automatically shakes his head, long blonde bangs falling in his eyes.

"I don't want them," he states, tilting his head so he was looking just off the bed. "So...last night really did happen, then."

"Yes," you say, tone of voice hushed. 

"Where's.... oh, hi Al," Edward says flatly, earning himself a weak wave from his brother. "Gr, this is all my fault."

"Edward..." you soothe, pushing his hair back from his eyes and touching the soft skin of his forehead. "Don't blame yourself..."

"It really is," Edward insists, sounding close to tears but showing no signs that he was about to cry. He clears his throat, and continues to talk in a hard tone of voice.