Prompt 179, brick, Moving Bricks
Title: Moving Bricks
Author: M14Mouse
Series: manga/Brotherhood
Word count: 246
Rating: G
Characters: Alphonse, Edward
Summary: Alphonse was sick and tired of that bed. He was going to make it to that door…even if it kills him.
Warnings: None
Author's Note: I have been lurking and reading for awhile now. Then the prompt came out and it hit me like a brick. So, I wrote it and here it is!
Alphonse was sick of that bed.
He had one goal.
He was going to reach that door even if killed him. He didn’t want to call big brother. He had his own injuries to tend too. He wasn’t blind to his big brother’s painful groaning when he helped him in and out of bed.
He was going to do this.
He took a deep breath and focused.
He dragged his left foot across the floor then he forced his other foot to follow.
His hands cling to his clutch as he leaned against it.
His feet felt like they were tied up with bricks.
He wasn’t going to give up. He took another deep breath.
Left.
Right.
He glanced up at the door and frowned. It looked liked that he barely moved an inch.
Right
Left
His heart was pounding in his chest. Air was pumping through his lungs.
Left.
Right.
Sweat was dripping down his forehead. He felt his shirt cling to his body.
Right
Left.
He looked up again. A few more steps, he was almost there.
Left
Right
Left
He heard the door opened. No, no…he was supposed to do that.
“Al?”
“I am almost there, big brother…please.”
“Al….”
Once he reached the door, his body refused to move and sunk to the ground. He felt his big brother’s arms around him. He smiled brightly at his big brother as a sense of his achievement washed over him.
“I did it, big brother. I did it”
Author: M14Mouse
Series: manga/Brotherhood
Word count: 246
Rating: G
Characters: Alphonse, Edward
Summary: Alphonse was sick and tired of that bed. He was going to make it to that door…even if it kills him.
Warnings: None
Author's Note: I have been lurking and reading for awhile now. Then the prompt came out and it hit me like a brick. So, I wrote it and here it is!
Alphonse was sick of that bed.
He had one goal.
He was going to reach that door even if killed him. He didn’t want to call big brother. He had his own injuries to tend too. He wasn’t blind to his big brother’s painful groaning when he helped him in and out of bed.
He was going to do this.
He took a deep breath and focused.
He dragged his left foot across the floor then he forced his other foot to follow.
His hands cling to his clutch as he leaned against it.
His feet felt like they were tied up with bricks.
He wasn’t going to give up. He took another deep breath.
Left.
Right.
He glanced up at the door and frowned. It looked liked that he barely moved an inch.
Right
Left
His heart was pounding in his chest. Air was pumping through his lungs.
Left.
Right.
Sweat was dripping down his forehead. He felt his shirt cling to his body.
Right
Left.
He looked up again. A few more steps, he was almost there.
Left
Right
Left
He heard the door opened. No, no…he was supposed to do that.
“Al?”
“I am almost there, big brother…please.”
“Al….”
Once he reached the door, his body refused to move and sunk to the ground. He felt his big brother’s arms around him. He smiled brightly at his big brother as a sense of his achievement washed over him.
“I did it, big brother. I did it”