"G-Get back! How do you -- how do you know my name?!"
Ed can feel the way his heart is beating too fast in his chest, the way the too-sudden movement has made his head spin, but he's tough. He fights through the haze of it all and tries to push himself out of the bed. His instincts scream danger at him, everything about this new and terrifying. Though when he tries to remember what happened, why this place seems both familiar and new at the same time? He can't place it.
He falls out of the bed backward, puling with him the covers as he scrambles for purchase. His automail thunks loudly as he hits the tiled floor. Crawling across the room, he presses his back to the wall, keeping Al in front of him. His fingers tingle -- like there's something he needs to remember, something he can do to protect himself. It's muscle memory alone that has him clapping his hands together, the sound crisp and sharp in the air. He doesn't touch them to the ground though, just kind of stares, wide eyed, at his actions.
"What do you want with me?" His voice is weak, raspy, his face pale and damp with a cold sweat. "How did I get here?"
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Ed can feel the way his heart is beating too fast in his chest, the way the too-sudden movement has made his head spin, but he's tough. He fights through the haze of it all and tries to push himself out of the bed. His instincts scream danger at him, everything about this new and terrifying. Though when he tries to remember what happened, why this place seems both familiar and new at the same time? He can't place it.
He falls out of the bed backward, puling with him the covers as he scrambles for purchase. His automail thunks loudly as he hits the tiled floor. Crawling across the room, he presses his back to the wall, keeping Al in front of him. His fingers tingle -- like there's something he needs to remember, something he can do to protect himself. It's muscle memory alone that has him clapping his hands together, the sound crisp and sharp in the air. He doesn't touch them to the ground though, just kind of stares, wide eyed, at his actions.
"What do you want with me?" His voice is weak, raspy, his face pale and damp with a cold sweat. "How did I get here?"