Fullmetal Alchemist's Daughter

Chapter 18

Silence. Last I checked, war wasn't this eerily quiet. Where I was last wasn't this quiet. The darkness was a possibility. I remembered darkness where I was last. It was then that I remembered seeing Roy. Roy's fearful, concerned face. I found the energy to try to figure out where I was exactly, having figured out that I wasn't near the base or the warzone. I figured I was safe since it was Roy's face I saw last. He'd make sure I was safe even unconcious. That much I knew.

"Just staring at her isn't going to help anything," a voice said. Their voice grew closer. It was a familiar man's voice. "It doesn't even help you. You've hardly slept."

My sense of touch came back when I felt someone squeeze my hand, which felt limp and almost hurt when it was squeezed. I wanted to use what energy I had left to tell who was holding my hand that I was here. Awake.

"I don't care," the other voice said. This one was holding my hand. "It makes me feel better Roy."

Roy? Roy was here?

There was a pause before the other said with a high, "You'd do the same if Maes was here instead of Trisha." There was another pause as my mind started to think of who it was. "I just," he sighed. "I just have to be here when she wakes up. I know what it's like."

Roy sighed. "You're right, you'd be the only one of us to know. Just get some sleep, okay? I didn't send her back here to Central for you to slowly kill yourself from exhaustion." With that, footsteps became further and further away from me.

The other sighed. "I'm sorry, Trisha. I should have pushed Mustang to keep you here. This was one of the last things your mom and I wanted you to go through..."

"Ed?" Another voice came. "Aren't you hungry?" There was a pause. I could feel the muscles of his hand moves and twitch beneath me. "You do have to eat, Brother. You can't simply refuse to eat just because she isn't awake."

But I am awake, damn it! I can hear you talk about me like I am not here!

Wait, Dad?

I forced my muscles to move more. I had to see my dad. He was here before. He'd tell me anything I wanted. I felt my heart speed up as I forced once dormant muscles to move. I felt eyes on me as I felt one of my arm muscles twitch.

"Hard to believe she used to look so much like Winry," the voice, whom I recognized to be Uncle Al, said. "Now, she looks more like you." There was a pause followed with someone stepping back. I was pretty sure it was Uncle Al. "Hey, I was just stating an observation away from the painful obvious."

Painful obvious? What. The. Hell?

"Brother, how are you going to break it to her?"

Dad sighed. "No idea. She does need to know. And seeing how she's just like me, I know her response...after the initial shock."

After fighting with my dormant muscles, I was finally able to move my head and open my eyes. Dad was hovering over me in a second with Uncle Al on the other side of me.

"Well, there is our sleeping beauty," Uncle Al said with a smile.

I gave him a weak one as I turned my gaze to Dad. He looked like shit. There were bags under his golden eyes. His hair was pulled messily back and his clothes looked like they'd long been slept in. He placed a hand on my forehead and swiped my bangs back farther with a small, weak smile.

"How are you feeling?" Dad asked.

I looked at him somewhat confused. "Numb," I said tiredly. It was then that I realized that my legs haven't moved. I haven't even felt my right leg below my knee. Come to think of it, I haven't felt it since I was at the base.