A heart (madefullmetal) wrote in knowhereic, @ 2017-07-09 23:46:00 |
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Entry tags: | fullmetal alchemist: canon: edward elric, fullmetal alchemist: canon: roy mustang, whoniverse: canon: martha jones |
Who:Ed, Roy, Martha Jones
What:Medical checkovers and arguing military dogs.
When:Today
Where:Said medical area
Warnings:Idk yet!
Ed was feeling physically awful. He was basically still in a mild stage of shock when he discovered the network thing, but he soon gave up on it after Roy appeared but Al did not. Roy was right, he'd lost Al. He'd lost Al in more ways than one, and he didn't know how to deal with the consequences of that. The things he'd done in Warehouse 5..His brother probably wasn't going to forgive him after that. Honestly he probably wouldn't.
Somehow Ed was still standing, or rather sitting anyway. He'd lost a lot of blood. It stained the black shirt he wore and blended well with the torn red jacket that barely clung to his shoulders. Everything he'd done up until the warehouse had been someone elses design. Not even real people, the homunculi. They'd lead him every step of the way to design their Philospher's stone so they could regain humanity. He hadn't wanted to do it, he hadn't wanted to sacrifice a hundred souls just to reform a few lost. But once again he hadn't had a choice, the circles in that lab had triggered, he remembered that part. He remembered the fear and panic of the inmates trapped in that facility, he remembered Al yelling for him to stop.
He didn't. He didn't kill them (probably he was still fuzzy on that part), but he felt like he killed off a part of himself. So he sat there in medical, letting that tablet thing slip from his hands as a wave of dizziness threatened him again.
If no one was coming, then he was leaving. At least he was going to try to leave. Actually getting to a standing point was the difficult part. Using his hand to grip the chair, he attempted to force himself upward.