Chapter 14 : Satin muñecas And Sad Goodbyes
“She’s free of any sort of lesions; the blood must not be hers.” dicho a male voice, it was deep and rich. “So she’s alright?” This time a much softer and immature voice spoke, it was laced with concern. Then silence. And not the kind that everybody enjoys between laughs o an awkward silence. No, this was a confused, concerned silence, like the kinds at funerals. “I think she’s coming to.” She gripped the indigo sheets beneath her body, twisting and turning to enthrall herself in the comforter. She reluctantly opened her glazy eyes, shielding them with her freshly-marked hand from the sunlight. “You’re awake.” 7 figures hovered over her bed, each one of them with their own form of distress and anxiety plastered on their faces. There was a blonde outcast standing at the window, arms crossed over each other. “Yeah. I’m awake.” She reinforced everybody’s correct examination, looking over her entire body to ensure the missing wounds. “You okay?” charlotte swung her bare feet over the side of the hospital bed, her feet slapping the floor with an echo. “Yea. I’m fine actually.” Her old hospital vestido had been stained with blood, along with Edward’s jacket. She gestured to a suit case, then pointed to the bathroom. “I’m going to get changed.” They all just nodded and allowed her to use the restroom. “What’s wrong, Fullmetal?” Inquired the dark-haired Colonel, as he strode to the window to stand beside him. “I dicho she was okay, why the long face?” Edward continued to stare out the window as he spoke. “I’m….I’m just confused right now. I need el espacio to think.” He calmly changed his direction as he wedged his gloved hands into his pockets and miserably staggered out the hospital exit.
Edward had accommodated himself on a bench outside of the Infirmary; sprawling his arms out on the back and stretching out his legs. “Mr. Elric?” Asked a tall mustached man, draped in military uniform. “Fuhrer Bradley!” The fair-haired teen bounded to his booted feet, saluting him swiftly. “May I ask what you’re doing here Sir?” Bradley nodded, hands latched onto each other behind his back. “I’ve come to see your friend, Charlotte.” He then embarked on his walk to the Hospital doors, Edward scampering to his side. “You’ll take me to her, do tu concur?” He constricted his eyes with suspicion, was this a threat?
“Is this the room to the legendary charlotte Blair Wintercrest?” The entrance to her room was thrust opened as the Fuhrer strode in gallantly, with the not-so-graceful Edward spilling into the room with him. “Yes sir, this is her.” dicho ringlet haired young woman was resting in a rocking chair a few feet away, dressed in a white cotton dress that was belted at the waist. Her hair was damp from her reciente bath, flattened to her head. “Hello, miss.” He outstretched his large, masculine hand, she retch up and shook it with her Ourobouros marked hand. “Fuhrer Bradley.” He smirked as he turned it over, palm down. “That’s a mighty fancy tattoo tu got there.” Her jade eyes flickered with curiosity, licking the whites of her eyes like a candle flame. “I just would like to ask a few questions, we would like to get a better idea of who tu are.” Her eyes then became lifeless, lacking their innocent luster. “No.” Was her answer, she held firm to it too. Bradley’s grip on her hand became tighter as he held her gaze. “I thank tu for your time, miss Charlotte.”
The train station was hectic, as was typical on a week day. Roy was halted before charlotte and Mason, awaiting the siguiente train home. “It was a pleasure to become acquainted with tu both.” They both took turns shaking his hand as Edward hauled their luggage aboard. “I could use some help here!” The straw haired boy roared as they rushed onto the train to assist him.
“Oh, my sweet Charlotte, I shall write you!” She shook Ling’s hand off her wrist and helped him off his begging knees. His dark eyes pleaded with her not to leave, though he knew she must. “Bye Ling.” She leaned forward, planting a light kiss on his cheek. His face reddened viciously as he touched the spot where her lips once lingered. It was seguro to say that his lifelong dream had been fulfilled, even if the relationship was one-sided. “You’ve been really sweet.” charlotte smiled as his eyes welled up with tears, brimming the edges of his eyes. She was enveloped in an adoring embrace, charlotte wrapping her arms around him. “I’ll look adelante, hacia adelante to your letters.” Mason broke up the amor fest por unlatching charlotte from Ling’s grasp. She waved to the pathetic, lovesick boy as she boarded the train.
“Alphonse!” May trotted to the empty suit of armor and tugged on his azure delantal with a melancholy look on her face. “You’ll come back, right?” She inquired innocently. “Of course May.” Her features quickly brightened into a blue smile, handing him a small cloth doll. “Give this to charlotte for me. Please,” He nodded and boarded the train along with Charlotte, Mason and Edward.
“She’s free of any sort of lesions; the blood must not be hers.” dicho a male voice, it was deep and rich. “So she’s alright?” This time a much softer and immature voice spoke, it was laced with concern. Then silence. And not the kind that everybody enjoys between laughs o an awkward silence. No, this was a confused, concerned silence, like the kinds at funerals. “I think she’s coming to.” She gripped the indigo sheets beneath her body, twisting and turning to enthrall herself in the comforter. She reluctantly opened her glazy eyes, shielding them with her freshly-marked hand from the sunlight. “You’re awake.” 7 figures hovered over her bed, each one of them with their own form of distress and anxiety plastered on their faces. There was a blonde outcast standing at the window, arms crossed over each other. “Yeah. I’m awake.” She reinforced everybody’s correct examination, looking over her entire body to ensure the missing wounds. “You okay?” charlotte swung her bare feet over the side of the hospital bed, her feet slapping the floor with an echo. “Yea. I’m fine actually.” Her old hospital vestido had been stained with blood, along with Edward’s jacket. She gestured to a suit case, then pointed to the bathroom. “I’m going to get changed.” They all just nodded and allowed her to use the restroom. “What’s wrong, Fullmetal?” Inquired the dark-haired Colonel, as he strode to the window to stand beside him. “I dicho she was okay, why the long face?” Edward continued to stare out the window as he spoke. “I’m….I’m just confused right now. I need el espacio to think.” He calmly changed his direction as he wedged his gloved hands into his pockets and miserably staggered out the hospital exit.
Edward had accommodated himself on a bench outside of the Infirmary; sprawling his arms out on the back and stretching out his legs. “Mr. Elric?” Asked a tall mustached man, draped in military uniform. “Fuhrer Bradley!” The fair-haired teen bounded to his booted feet, saluting him swiftly. “May I ask what you’re doing here Sir?” Bradley nodded, hands latched onto each other behind his back. “I’ve come to see your friend, Charlotte.” He then embarked on his walk to the Hospital doors, Edward scampering to his side. “You’ll take me to her, do tu concur?” He constricted his eyes with suspicion, was this a threat?
“Is this the room to the legendary charlotte Blair Wintercrest?” The entrance to her room was thrust opened as the Fuhrer strode in gallantly, with the not-so-graceful Edward spilling into the room with him. “Yes sir, this is her.” dicho ringlet haired young woman was resting in a rocking chair a few feet away, dressed in a white cotton dress that was belted at the waist. Her hair was damp from her reciente bath, flattened to her head. “Hello, miss.” He outstretched his large, masculine hand, she retch up and shook it with her Ourobouros marked hand. “Fuhrer Bradley.” He smirked as he turned it over, palm down. “That’s a mighty fancy tattoo tu got there.” Her jade eyes flickered with curiosity, licking the whites of her eyes like a candle flame. “I just would like to ask a few questions, we would like to get a better idea of who tu are.” Her eyes then became lifeless, lacking their innocent luster. “No.” Was her answer, she held firm to it too. Bradley’s grip on her hand became tighter as he held her gaze. “I thank tu for your time, miss Charlotte.”
The train station was hectic, as was typical on a week day. Roy was halted before charlotte and Mason, awaiting the siguiente train home. “It was a pleasure to become acquainted with tu both.” They both took turns shaking his hand as Edward hauled their luggage aboard. “I could use some help here!” The straw haired boy roared as they rushed onto the train to assist him.
“Oh, my sweet Charlotte, I shall write you!” She shook Ling’s hand off her wrist and helped him off his begging knees. His dark eyes pleaded with her not to leave, though he knew she must. “Bye Ling.” She leaned forward, planting a light kiss on his cheek. His face reddened viciously as he touched the spot where her lips once lingered. It was seguro to say that his lifelong dream had been fulfilled, even if the relationship was one-sided. “You’ve been really sweet.” charlotte smiled as his eyes welled up with tears, brimming the edges of his eyes. She was enveloped in an adoring embrace, charlotte wrapping her arms around him. “I’ll look adelante, hacia adelante to your letters.” Mason broke up the amor fest por unlatching charlotte from Ling’s grasp. She waved to the pathetic, lovesick boy as she boarded the train.
“Alphonse!” May trotted to the empty suit of armor and tugged on his azure delantal with a melancholy look on her face. “You’ll come back, right?” She inquired innocently. “Of course May.” Her features quickly brightened into a blue smile, handing him a small cloth doll. “Give this to charlotte for me. Please,” He nodded and boarded the train along with Charlotte, Mason and Edward.
