Hope ꨄ Male Reader x Edward Elric

ꨄForgivenessꨄ

Chapter 11
"I'm sorry."
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3rd pov

Edward sat there in his hospital bed, glaring at the food tray that sat in front of him. "Oh, you're here again, you bastard?" He hissed at the glass of milk.

The blonde stretched his arms out as he continued to complain, "Aw, man! What's the big deal about milk anyway? I'm not drinking it and that's final!"

Alphonse just sat on the side of the room, silent as he watched his brother begin to eat. As a hollow suit of armour with no body, he couldn't eat or drink. He couldn't do anything that involved the insides of a human body.

"Ugh, do me a favour, Al, and drink it for me." Edward stayed quiet for a while, "Oh, but I guess you can't do that since you have that body."

"Big brother, you still have most of your real body- you need to take care of it. Just drink it." Alphonse said.

Edward scoffed, "I won't drink what I don't like. And besides, I'm not gonna die just because I don't drink milk. I know it doesn't seem like it, but I am growing. But everyone keeps calling me small."

Alphonse stayed silent, taking in all his brother's words.

"You know, Al. You're so lucky you have such a big body."

Winry walked in. Alphonse stood up.

"I NEVER ASKED FOR THIS DAMN BODY!!"

Everyone grew silent. Winry stood there startled whilst Edward sat there with wide eyes, guilt-tripping in.

"I...I never asked for this damn body..." Alphonse mumbled.

"I-I'm sorry, Al," Edward said, a small smile planted onto his face. He then frowned and looks at his hands in his lap, "You're right. It's my fault that all of this happened. That's why I want to get you back to normal as soon as possible."

"Is there really guarantee that we can get our original bodies back?" Asked Alphonse.

"I'll get you back to normal, you just have to believe me!" Edward reassured.

"Huh? 'Believe' you?!" Alphonse rebuked, "What am I suppose to believe in this empty shell of a body?!"

At that moment, M/R flashed through Edward's eyes.

꧁"You're one of them?!" Ed asked, desperation in his voice.

"No! Of course not! I would never be like them. Edward, I'm human, trust me." M/R shot back, desperation also in his voice as he tried to defend himself.꧂

"According to Alchemical theory, human beings are composed of a physical body, mind and soul! But has anyone verified that in an experiment!? Memories are nothing but data when you really think about it." Alphonse glowered.

"What are you saying, Al..?" Edward asked, baffled and confused.

"You told me once that there was something you were too afraid to tell me," Alphonse continued. Winry's eyes widened. "Maybe what you wanted to tell me was that my soul and my memories are all fake and that they were all created artificially."