[000] Open Log: Month One

[ironysoul]

[Logs in this post may take place any time during the first month or so following the Promised Day. Al's symptoms will be extremely severe.



Al is most likely asleep.

If he's not asleep, he will be soon.

When he is awake he is very overloaded and hypersensitive to all sensory stimuli. This means:
- If anything touches his skin, he will be in extreme pain.
- Changes in the light/noise/scent levels will result in extreme pain.
- He's probably in pain, and therefore heavily medicated.

His medications will most likely make him... sleep.

He cannot tolerate any food or liquids well. If you attempt to feed him he will vomit.

Due to the severity of his condition, visitors will likely be restricted to family and those he requests to see. Visitation times will be short.

This log takes place in Risembool.]

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[cyberelric.livejournal.com]

[Ed shall come and visit, he will be seated and remain seated, with a crummy IV in his arm, and three days is the soonest he'll be able to visit. Bandages visible around his head, patches on his cheeks, and his left arm is wrapped in a bandage as well.]

[ironysoul.livejournal.com]

[Al wouldn't know if Ed were there or not -- as soon as they'd gotten out of the battle field he'd fallen asleep, and he'd only woken this morning. The pain -- he didn't want to think about. At least Granny had given him some drugs, and he knows where he is now. He's spent the day drifting in and out, barely conscious. But he stirrs when someone appears beside him.]

Brother... Brother! You're okay!

[cyberelric.livejournal.com]

Yeah, I'm fine.

[Lucky for him he still gets to have hospital scrubs mostly because it's easiest to look after him that way.]

[ironysoul.livejournal.com]

You're not hurt?

[Confused Al is confused. He hasn't been holding on to much, but Granny told him Ed was hurt. He hung on to that.]

I thought you were hurt.

[cyberelric.livejournal.com]

Nah, Al, really I'm fine.

[ironysoul.livejournal.com]

[Al is blitzed out of his mind, but. Have this expression, Brother.]

Good. Tha's good.

[hands4healing.livejournal.com]

[Winry has taken care of one Elric brother before, including all the icky things that taking care of patients entails.

She steps into the room, adjusting the curtains to make sure Al has light but not enough to bother his eyes.]

[ironysoul.livejournal.com]

[Even that small change in light was enough to disturb Al. He blinked his eyes open, squinting and letting out a tiny whimper as he adjusted to the light.]

Brother? [He's been asking for Ed for a while.]

[hands4healing.livejournal.com]

[Winry turns to Al.]

He's sleeping, Al. [Finally. Though Winry thinks that it would be easier to have them both in one room.]

[ironysoul.livejournal.com]

Okay.

[Al, at least, is fairly passive. He isn't fighting them like Ed undoubtedly is.]

What is it?

[hands4healing.livejournal.com]

What's what, honey? [Winry speaks softly to him.]

[ironysoul.livejournal.com]

[He's lost his train of thought now, turning his head to hide from the light. But the pillow stings his cheek.]

Nothing. [Equally softly.]

[hands4healing.livejournal.com]

[Winry moves a bit so she can see Al's face better.]

Okay.

[ironysoul.livejournal.com]

[He's definitely not in pain so don't worry about him.]

It's good... Brother's sleeping. He's really hurt, right?

[hands4healing.livejournal.com]

He's sleeping right now. He's spent a lot of time in here with you while you were sleeping.

[ironysoul.livejournal.com]

He says he isn't hurt.

[Al stops to draw in a deep breath. He's not used to talking this much, and it's exhausting. With every beat, his words are growing more slurred.]

's lying.

[What if Winry doesn't know Brother is hurt... he has to tell someone.]

[hands4healing.livejournal.com]

It's okay, Al. Granny and I are keeping an eye on him. He's healing, even if he's trying to say he's not in pain.

[Her voice roughens a bit.] What you guys did, it's amazing. I want you to know that.

[ironysoul.livejournal.com]

[They're taking care of Brother... okay. Then everything's okay.]

Thanks.

[Sleepy.]

[hoboheim.livejournal.com]

[Hohenheim will sit quietly in the corner of the room, elbows on his knees, chin resting on his folded hands. The very figure of contemplation.

He still can't believe that Ed sacrificed his ability to use alchemy to bring Al back from the Gate. No... he can believe it. Those boys began their journey together as brothers, so it's only fitting that they finish it together. Even so, Hohenheim can't help thinking that it should have been him to make the sacrifice. To put things right as a father should. Ed's bought him a little more time, yes, but not much. Hohenheim knows that he's dying: he can feel his body breaking down little by little with each passing day...

Ah... But he is grateful for Ed's sacrifice, nonetheless. Without it, he wouldn't be sitting here right now at Al's side, ready and willing to do anything that might speed his youngest son's recovery.]

[truthinfortune.livejournal.com]

[Miraculously, Naoto only suffered a few minor injuries during all the fighting. A bandage on her head and hands, that's all. She'll recover, soon enough.

Al's sleeping, of course, but it's for the best. Despite his emaciated form, she can't help but smile. He finally has his real body back. All those years of suffering and strife--it would be presumptuous to say that they've come to an end, for Al still has a long road ahead of him in terms of recovery--but it was all worth it. The brothers finally attained their goal.

Naoto has never felt more proud of those boys than she does now.]

[ironysoul.livejournal.com]

[Hey, papa -- Hohenheim far enough back from the bed that at first, Al didn't see him. He thought he was alone. So, as his body emerged from sleep, he drew in one and then two unsteady breaths before letting out a soft, pained whimper.

He didn't want to bother Winry, or upset her, and if he said anything Brother would freak out... but every nerve of his body felt like it was on fire, where the blankets and sheets scraped against hi skin.]

[ironysoul.livejournal.com]

[Have one sleepy-looking Al watching you, Naoto. When did he wake up? Impossible to say, but he hadn't lost the unnatural stealth he'd always possessed. If anything, it was more pronounced, now that the didn't have that loud, clanky body.]

Naoto?

[...She looks so much bigger now that he's seeing her with his own eyes...]

[hoboheim.livejournal.com]

[Stupid, hovering, useless father is GO!

Hohenheim stands and slowly approaches Al's bedside, smiling wearily. He looks worse for wear. There's a bandage on his cheek, which nicely conceals the transmutation marks where his skin started to flake away, during the fight...]

Hello, Alphonse. How are you feeling?

[Stupid question is stupid.]

[truthinfortune.livejournal.com]

[She would preen forever if she heard Al say that...]

Yes, it's me. [Going to pull a chair up and sit beside you.] I apologize if I woke you. [Still smiling, though. She likes to talk to him, even if it's not for very long.]

[ironysoul.livejournal.com]

[It's a matter of perspective... he's a lot smaller.]

'sok. Can't sleep long. [ALL HE DOES IS SLEEP, that is a total lie.]