death_begins | Seventh rebirth- [text]

... is there anything you need, that I can bring? Painkillers, bandages, disinfectant...?

...maybe.

I don't think- we have... and I think I have to change them. I don't know, do you know how long these painkillers are supposed to last?

I don't know what you took, Yuca. We'll have to wait until that wears off.

Of course.

[He chides himself.]

Obviously. I should have- uhn, I don't know, Al. I'm sorry.

Don't worry... you're probably really drugged, Yuca. It's understandable that you don't know.

... do you mind company? I'm used to looking after wounded.

Rain is here.

I don't mind. [A weak laugh, which is cut off prematurely, because ow, that hurts.] I'm.. I'm not sure how- interesting I'll be to talk to- but, I mean. That- it would be nice to see you, I think.

Okay. Maybe I'll keep him company too...?

I don't mind. It would just make me feel better to be there, at least for a little while.

Yes, he'd like that, I think.

[A few moment's pause, before Yuca sends his coordinates.]

[A few minutes later, after a gentle knock on the door and a greeting to Rain, Al settles down on a spare stool by the bedside, leaning over to lightly touch Yuca's hand and let him know he's there.]

[Rain greets him, before moving outside to give them a few minutes and search for some more food. Yuca is laying on the bed, the blankets pulled up and his arms resting on top of it. He isn't wearing a shirt, but some heavy bandaging is peeking out from underneath the blankets, and his breathing sounds strained.

At the touch, he opens his eyes. He wasn't sleeping, and he looks happy to see his friend.]

I'm- I'm glad you could make it, Alphonse.

You sound like we're having tea.

[A little smile, and Al reaches into his pack, pulling out some supplies they might find useful, mostly bandages and first aid supplies, but there's a loaf of fresh bread in there too, on top, some warm blankets, and a light blue coat heavy big enough for Rain to wear, barely.]

Thought you two could use a few things. I guess I was right.

Thank you.

[He pulls himself up a little, shrugging.]

It's so strange, having people fuss over me like this. I don't- I don't think I understand why you're so concerned.

[Al winces as he watches Yuca's body react, and how far the bandages go. Without a word, he reaches out to fluff the pillows behind him so he can lean against them.]

I don't mean to fuss over you. I just don't like seeing someone in pain. Natural instincts, I guess.

[A tiny smile.]

You'll just have to put up with it.

[He scoots himself up so he's resting against the pillows a little, smiling back toward Al. The bandages are completely down his torso, but they're not outwardly stained with blood at this time.]

Well- thank you. I appreciate it. How've you been?

[... dammit, he wants to tell Yuca to lay down. That can't be good for him. He keeps his hands in his lap, though they twitch a little, as if he wants to urge Yuca to move.]

Catching up on sleep. Negi and I baked brownies last week. I don't know if you like sweets, but I brought some extras for you and Rain. Assisting the Colonel, he just came back, he's from my world... and catching up with my brother.

Wow, you've been busy!

[Yuca doesn't laugh this time, but he looks like he wants to. He's oblivious to Al's mothering instincts, sorry.]

You and your brother- are you two alright? Last time we spoke, you were worried about him.

[Al reaches over and picks up a bread knife and the loaf, setting it on his lap. It's still warm, and it smells good.]

Would you like some of this right now? Can you eat?

Mmmn, yeah... we still haven't talked about certain things, but I feel like we know each other again now. He hasn't changed much at all.

Okay... yeah- Rain had peaches earlier. It was good.

[A soft little smile- but it's hollow and obvious he's not feeling it.]

That's good to know. I'm sure the two of you will be fine.

[Al nods and slices off the end of the oblong loaf, tearing it in half lengthwise so it's easier to get to the softer part inside. He holds it out to him, and wraps up the rest of the bread in plastic wrap.]

We will. We always are.

... so... it didn't work, huh...? Did he find anything?

[Yuca takes the bread with a small word of thanks, biting into it as Al spoke. He paused at the question, contemplating the bread in his hand, before shrugging quietly.]

He didn't tell me much about the procedure itself. It... beforehand, he injected something into my chest. It- that glowing liquid sort of- made my soul come out, or something. I think he experimented on that. I passed out though, shortly after he started the autopsy.

... he started... an autopsy on you... while you were still alive?

...I assume that's what it was.

[He takes a deep breath.]

Cut open my chest, cracked some of my ribs off- I think that's when I blacked out, though.

... didn't he give you anything for the pain first...?

[Yuca shrugs, pursing his lips.]

Not at first... I think it was after I woke up again.

... that wasn't very nice of him.

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