[He shakes his head, choking and gasping for breath. His arm stopped bleeding, finally and for a minute there's nothing but quiet, his pulse pounding in his ears. Ed opens his eyes, staring vacantly at the ceiling. What now? Was this it? Was this place sick enough to just leave him like this? It wouldn't surprise him, honestly.
Apologies keep stumbling out of his mouth -- broken and quiet and raw, begging, pleading. Diana didn't need to see this. This was his burden. His sin. Not hers.
His apologies are cut short and his breath hitches painfully in his chest. The familiar weight of his automail ports returns. Ed squeezes his eyes shut, trying to brace himself for what he knew was about to come.
It happens in an instant. One moment of blinding, white hot, burning pain as each and every nerve connects to the automail that has appeared to replace his missing limbs. It sets his body on fire, every muscle tenses and twitches and aches. His eyes are shut, but he can feel the room spinning, see bursts of white behind his eyes. One last strangled scream escapes him once everything connects and then he slumps, completely and utterly defeated, unable to say another word. Unable to do anything but lay down and breathe.
... At least it's over. That much is for certain, but now what?]
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Apologies keep stumbling out of his mouth -- broken and quiet and raw, begging, pleading. Diana didn't need to see this. This was his burden. His sin. Not hers.
His apologies are cut short and his breath hitches painfully in his chest. The familiar weight of his automail ports returns. Ed squeezes his eyes shut, trying to brace himself for what he knew was about to come.
It happens in an instant. One moment of blinding, white hot, burning pain as each and every nerve connects to the automail that has appeared to replace his missing limbs. It sets his body on fire, every muscle tenses and twitches and aches. His eyes are shut, but he can feel the room spinning, see bursts of white behind his eyes. One last strangled scream escapes him once everything connects and then he slumps, completely and utterly defeated, unable to say another word. Unable to do anything but lay down and breathe.
... At least it's over. That much is for certain, but now what?]