The first thing Ed sees is the bright lights above his bed, the light sending a searing pain into his head. He closes his eyes tightly again against the pain. His head feels as though it's been dropped into a vice grip, tender and sore as he begins to stir, the bandages around his temples tight and itchy. He's disoriented -- doesn't recognize the walls, the bed, the voices around him. He grips at the sheets tightly, pulls at them to sit up, his stomach twisting nauseously when he does.

Ed can't remember how he got here -- why he's in so much pain, and when he finally opens his eyes again, he lets out a cry of surprise when he sees Alphonse. The suit of armour is unfamiliar -- it's terrifying and he doesn't know why a man in armour would be sitting at his bedside anyway.

"Who... who are you? What the hell did you do to me?!" Ed's voice is ragged from days without use, and although he shouldn't get up (and by all rights shouldn't even be able to), he drags himself into a sitting position, his face going a touch pale with the effort.

"W-what... what is going on here? Where the hell am I?!" He just hope this strange person can't see his hands shaking, can't see the sweat stippled at his brow from the exertion of his movements.