FMA: Gilded (Night)
Fourteenth chapter of Gilded! First chapter/explanation of this fic is here, with links to later parts.
Title: Gilded
Prompt: Night
Fandom: Fullmetal Alchemist (manga/Brotherhood)
Word Count: 267.
Rating: G
Summary: In which the Elric brothers take care of each other.
Warnings: SPOILERS through to the end of the manga/Brotherhood.
Author's Notes: Please note that this chapter takes place in a hospital in Central, shortly after the Promised Day.
Disclaimer: Fullmetal Alchemist and all associated characters, settings, etc., belong to Hiromu Arakawa-san. The only profit I make from this work of fiction is my own satisfaction and, possibly, the enjoyment of others.
Sometimes Ed wakes, gasping and stricken, clutching at his shoulder port - no, his shoulder. His own arm, flesh and blood. His eyes widen as he takes in the familiar tangy smell of a hospital, the regular beeping of a heart monitor. Then he leaps from his bed, memory tangling with nightmare so he’s not sure what he’ll find until-
Al’s face is slack in sleep, his breathing undisturbed by Ed’s noisy flailing. Ed sinks onto the chair next to the bed, knees shaking as the panic fades. His baby brother is alive, alive and well and human again, and Ed can still barely believe it. Al’s nose twitches slightly; he shifts, murmuring, before relaxing once more.
Ed could stay awake just to watch him sleep - no matter how ridiculous it sounds during the day, at night he sometimes feels that Al will disappear into the darkness if he doesn’t keep an eye on him. Every slight movement of Al’s body is a wonder, and even sleep cannot be as restful as watching his little brother breathe.
Al wakes to Ed’s snoring, as well-known as the sight of his brother, deeply asleep and slumped half onto his hospital bed, his lower half still in the chair. Ed’s spine is curved into a painful-looking arc. “Stupid brother,” Al whispers. He rearranges Ed’s body into a less awkward position, draping his own blanket around Ed’s shoulders. Al stretches, blinking in the morning light and rubbing the sleep out of his eyes with one hand. He yawns cavernously and gives Ed’s unconscious figure a lopsided smile. “I’m not going anywhere, Brother.”
TBC ( Part 15 - Oh)
Title: Gilded
Prompt: Night
Fandom: Fullmetal Alchemist (manga/Brotherhood)
Word Count: 267.
Rating: G
Summary: In which the Elric brothers take care of each other.
Warnings: SPOILERS through to the end of the manga/Brotherhood.
Author's Notes: Please note that this chapter takes place in a hospital in Central, shortly after the Promised Day.
Disclaimer: Fullmetal Alchemist and all associated characters, settings, etc., belong to Hiromu Arakawa-san. The only profit I make from this work of fiction is my own satisfaction and, possibly, the enjoyment of others.
Sometimes Ed wakes, gasping and stricken, clutching at his shoulder port - no, his shoulder. His own arm, flesh and blood. His eyes widen as he takes in the familiar tangy smell of a hospital, the regular beeping of a heart monitor. Then he leaps from his bed, memory tangling with nightmare so he’s not sure what he’ll find until-
Al’s face is slack in sleep, his breathing undisturbed by Ed’s noisy flailing. Ed sinks onto the chair next to the bed, knees shaking as the panic fades. His baby brother is alive, alive and well and human again, and Ed can still barely believe it. Al’s nose twitches slightly; he shifts, murmuring, before relaxing once more.
Ed could stay awake just to watch him sleep - no matter how ridiculous it sounds during the day, at night he sometimes feels that Al will disappear into the darkness if he doesn’t keep an eye on him. Every slight movement of Al’s body is a wonder, and even sleep cannot be as restful as watching his little brother breathe.
Al wakes to Ed’s snoring, as well-known as the sight of his brother, deeply asleep and slumped half onto his hospital bed, his lower half still in the chair. Ed’s spine is curved into a painful-looking arc. “Stupid brother,” Al whispers. He rearranges Ed’s body into a less awkward position, draping his own blanket around Ed’s shoulders. Al stretches, blinking in the morning light and rubbing the sleep out of his eyes with one hand. He yawns cavernously and gives Ed’s unconscious figure a lopsided smile. “I’m not going anywhere, Brother.”
TBC ( Part 15 - Oh)