Edward Elric (
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13. [Action] (backdated to a day or two after the battle, while checkups are happening)
[Somehow, Ed's footsteps lead him right back to the infirmary.
They'd run tests on him as well once everyone came back, but nothing that kept him for long. As far as most anyone else is concerned, and certainly as far as Ed was willing to admit, he could have been stabbed on the battlefield before anything weird(er than a freaking Lunar Cry) happened; junctioning and Cure spells can work wonders sometimes, and there's no trace of any lasting injury. From what he's heard and what he saw in there, he was lucky. It figures, doesn't it? The only good luck he ever gets is the kind he'd rather have done without.
It's interesting to listen to the ways other people are talking about it, in itself. "Spirit worlds", huh? If Ed's honest, he isn't even sure they're wrong.
He shouldn't hang around here, he tells himself as he meanders past the beds. Even ignoring the fact that he's nothing remotely close to a doctor and would arguably be more use keeping out of the way instead of bugging people for errands to run... it's a more welcome sight than a mass grave, almost anything is, but he can't shake the feeling that he doesn't have the right.
There's nowhere else he can think of to go, though. And it is an overwhelming relief to run into anyone he knows, bedridden or otherwise - hell, even people he's only ever seen from a distance, if he recognises their face.]
Hey. [His smile is too tired to be hiding any kind of guile, although that might be uncharacteristic enough to be uncanny all on its own.] Everything okay here?
They'd run tests on him as well once everyone came back, but nothing that kept him for long. As far as most anyone else is concerned, and certainly as far as Ed was willing to admit, he could have been stabbed on the battlefield before anything weird(er than a freaking Lunar Cry) happened; junctioning and Cure spells can work wonders sometimes, and there's no trace of any lasting injury. From what he's heard and what he saw in there, he was lucky. It figures, doesn't it? The only good luck he ever gets is the kind he'd rather have done without.
It's interesting to listen to the ways other people are talking about it, in itself. "Spirit worlds", huh? If Ed's honest, he isn't even sure they're wrong.
He shouldn't hang around here, he tells himself as he meanders past the beds. Even ignoring the fact that he's nothing remotely close to a doctor and would arguably be more use keeping out of the way instead of bugging people for errands to run... it's a more welcome sight than a mass grave, almost anything is, but he can't shake the feeling that he doesn't have the right.
There's nowhere else he can think of to go, though. And it is an overwhelming relief to run into anyone he knows, bedridden or otherwise - hell, even people he's only ever seen from a distance, if he recognises their face.]
Hey. [His smile is too tired to be hiding any kind of guile, although that might be uncharacteristic enough to be uncanny all on its own.] Everything okay here?
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[She's clearly teasing him. She's happy to see him looking a little happier at least.]
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[His expression softens.]
Say... They didn't find anything weird so far, right? I mean, you look fine.
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So what'd you find?
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Hey, you can't blame them for it. Seems like nobody has any clue exactly what it is Time Compression does to a body under normal - well, "normal" circumstances. Something like this...
[He says it as if he's about to continue, but after hesitating for a few seconds he just deflates a little and rubs his eyes.]
...I'm glad you're okay, anyway. I'll get going. I didn't really finish, I just took a break. But if you get out of here soon, just come and find me. I'll give you the brush back then. [So much for cultivating an air of mystery.]
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[She shudders in open disgust and fear.]
It's cool you found the brush, though!
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[It's not an important detail, though. He shifts his weight awkwardly, like he still wants to head off.] Don't rush them, anyway. It's hard enough streamlining stuff like this when you do know what you need to concentrate on.
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[She waves a hoof and then barrels right into a question that is a lot more awkward than she makes it sound.]
So how'd you get so hurt when I found you anyway?
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Oh, you know... One thing led to another, I guess. Didn't really notice it until we were on the other side. Must've been the adrenaline. But as far as anyone here can tell, it healed up just fine.
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[Skeptical pony is skeptical, Ed. Because she kinda has a theory about that injury.]
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[He eyes her right back, as if to suggest she's the one acting suspicious.] Where'd this come from all of a sudden, anyway?
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[Obviously, she just is mad he's not stuck in the infirmary too... right?]
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[A moment passes before, hesitantly, he lowers the fist he hadn't intended to raise.]
I mean... I don't. Sorry.
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When I get out of here... you and I are gonna have a long talk, okay?
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...Just don't forget your brush.
[With that, he walks away.]