Changes

Ch. 5

I remember that moment. The second my world dive-bombed. The room spun and the paint on the wall across the room faded nearly to black before focusing sharply, and my gaze fell onto his face. His eyes shut, his mouth smiling slightly.

I looked him over, my eyes dragging along the white sheet pulled discreetly over his shoulders so I wouldn't see the scars, carefully placed, as if I would be less traumatised if I never saw his wounds.

Uncontrollably I fell to my knees, hitting the tile sharply, unfeeling towards anything but the hurt in my chest and the sting of tears. A hand rested gently on my shoulder, my arms on the cold table next to his messed up arm, and a soft voice whispered, "Winry?"

My head jerked up, and eyes met Al's, full of sadness. He took his armoured glove off my shoulder and his arm creaked as he motioned for me to follow him out of the room. I stood shakily, trying to stop the tears from falling so freely.

"He'll be okay, Winry. The exhaustion just caught up to him really suddenly and when he had to fight th-!"

He stopped talking too suddenly, and I could figure out what had happened. They had been involved with those Homunculi again. I glared up at him and he sighed, his armored shoulders slumping. "We're nearly there, Winry. He's pushing so hard because we're so close to getting my body back," Alphonse pleaded with me, but added under his breath, "Although I just want to get his arm and leg back first."

That caused me to sigh heavily, Edward loved his brother too much to even think of getting anything but Al's body back before thinking of his own. Al was the same way, just as obstinate about getting Ed whole.