Accidental Video Post 48 [Dated Friday Morning]

[motherofalchemy]

[The feed turns on and shows Trisha's room in the clinic.  Her body is covered in a sheet and the only part of her that can be seen is her head and shoulders.  One shoulder is wrapped in bloody bandages.  She's motionless and very, very pale.  It is clear that she's dead.]

[That is, until she takes a large gulp of air, almost choking on it as she

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[thegoldstone]

[Be right there, honey, is getting Unohana LIKE NOW.]

[motherofalchemy]

[Dont' mind her, she'll just be sitting here. Struggling to breath and bleeding still.]

[thegoldstone]

[Hkadkajdad. DON'T DIE AGAIN, YOU MADE HIM SO SAD.]

[motherofalchemy]

[Sorry about that, hon! She'll try harder not to die next time!]

[bloodseal_soul]

[Oh good god, he was dreading this. Unohana can't heal dead people. But he's in the room in under five minutes, eyes wide.

Sorry, Dad. He's a little boy again, just for a second. This is terrifying.

But as soon as Dad leaves to get Doctor Mom, Al goes to Trisha's bedside and cups his hand around hers.]

[motherofalchemy]

[She doesn't register that it's Alphonse next to her, but she can feel the hands around her own. She attempts to give the hands a squeeze, but it isn't much. She's in so much pain right now, the twitch of her hand is the best she can do.]

[bloodseal_soul]

Dad's getting Ms. Unohana. [Al's voice is soft, gentle, the voice he uses only when things are very bad and he's trying not to panic.]

Try to breathe slowly, Mom. I'm here.

[motherofalchemy]

[She's trying, really she is, but the pain of trying to breathe combined with not getting enough oxygen in the gasps of breath she is getting, Trisha is having some trouble controlling her breathing. Trisha takes in deep breaths, each one seeming to get less air than the last one.]

[The grip on his hands tightens ever so slightly as she struggles to breathe.]

[bunny_flower]

I'll be right with you, Elric-san.

[motherofalchemy]

[She can't respond, but she can vaguely hear the message from where she is. Not much she can do except for wait for Unohana to arrive.]

[Offline] After she's healed, and everyone else leaves.

[breakingurface]

[Gonna camp out on the windowsill until she notices him.]

[Offline]

[motherofalchemy]

[She had fallen asleep not long after she was healed and reunited with her family. It's surprising how tired death can make you feel.]

[She didn't stay asleep very long. Once she has woken up, she slowly sits up in her bed (much easier now with her ribs healed) and looks around the room. She's sure her family is still here, but she hopes they're getting some rest now that she's awake.]

[Trisha glances over to the window, meaning to look out it, when she notices Kotarou. Her voice is a little raspy, but she still can be heard.]

Kotarou...what are you doing over there?

[Offline]

[breakingurface]

[Kotarou's ears twitch and he lifts his head from his arms. A quirked smile, not unlike Ed's, works its way out. He slides off with a little thump.]

Just watchin' out.

[... and this is where the tiny bit of little boy that he still has left in him peeks through.]

Are ya feelin' better?

[Offline]

[motherofalchemy]

Yes, I am feeling better. Thanks to Ms. Unohana.

[Really, anything feels better than being dead. But that probably isn't the best thing to say in this situation.]

Are you alright, dear? You didn't get hurt during the week, did you?

[saintedsinner]

-=Well. Since Ed can't really move, he'll just listen for a minute. He doesn't bother looking at the feed, but he can't bear to turn it off, either.=-

[Video] About an hour later

[motherofalchemy]

[Before the initial feed runs out for Edward, he might be able to catch the sound of footsteps and a few voices join the mix before the PCD is turned off.]

[An hour passes before she gets a reply. Trisha appears on the screen, tired and pale but very much alive. She gives Edward a weary smile.]

Hello Edward.

[Video] About an hour later

[saintedsinner]

-=Not looking. Nope, not at all.=-

....Hey.

[Video] About an hour later

[motherofalchemy]

Is everything alright, dear?

[Worried mama is worried.]