Winry Rockbell (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
handsforhealing) wrote2009-09-25 03:50 pm
handsforhealing) wrote2009-09-25 03:50 pm
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[#4] Death Sucks [action post]
[ Like everyone else, Winry was visited by strange men in crazy outfits. And after the initial freak out she agreed to get the injection.
Not a good idea, Winry. ]
uck... Not feeling too good... head ache...
[ First move; Call Ed and make sure he got his stupid self vaccinated. Because knowing that idiot, he'll refuse due to a fear of needles. Winry is still on the phone when the "matter of minutes" time starts running out. Because yup; she got cyanide. ]
Hey... Ed? You there? They're giving out injections... make sure you get it, okay? It... it doesn't really hurt... Don't you dare get sick, ok... ? heh?
[ and mid-phone call KO + death occurs. The family of 505 Ricardo Street might notice their dead "daughter" by the telephone, which is off the hook. ]
Not a good idea, Winry. ]
uck... Not feeling too good... head ache...
[ First move; Call Ed and make sure he got his stupid self vaccinated. Because knowing that idiot, he'll refuse due to a fear of needles. Winry is still on the phone when the "matter of minutes" time starts running out. Because yup; she got cyanide. ]
Hey... Ed? You there? They're giving out injections... make sure you get it, okay? It... it doesn't really hurt... Don't you dare get sick, ok... ? heh?
[ and mid-phone call KO + death occurs. The family of 505 Ricardo Street might notice their dead "daughter" by the telephone, which is off the hook. ]
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Don't you move a muscle! You're sick, remember? You stay here and I'll go do whatever you need! Got it?
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[He's looking determined, despite his condition. He's not about to let some little brat of a 'sister' stop him. He tries to push past her but only ends up tripping and falling onto the floor with the weight of the auto-mail and his weakened state. He picks himself up and tries to keep going. He's not about to give up. Winry needs him and damn anyone who tries to stop him.]
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I'll go to Miss Winry's house, okay? And I'll call when I get there. You wait by the phone, okay? Okay? Miss Winry will worry if you go visit when you're sick.
[ She'd hit you too, if she could. ]no subject
[Ed's accepting the help to get back to his feet, but once he's up he's still trying to leave, shoving past her and attempting to make his way out of the room down the hall, half-leaning on the wall as he went. He's clearly worried, and determined to get to Winry's. Ignoring his own condition, which is clearly evident that he would be better to stay in bed. He's always been a terrible patient though.]
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What if you get Miss Winry sick when you visit her? You're going to worry her so badly, Mr. Edward! Just let me go check!
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[He can't even say it aloud. He's refusing to accept or believe it. Ed tries to yank his arm free from her grip, and he's looking more desperate then ever. It's clear when it comes to Al and Winry he never thinks of his own well-being.]
I don't have time for this! Look, just let me go! I'll go check on her myself. If she hears I'm...sick she'll want to come over anyway.
I have to go!
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Mr. Edward, stop it!! Please don't go out when you're sick or you'll get woorse!!! Miss Winry wouldn't want that! You wouldn't want her to come visit if she was really sick either, right? Don't make her sad!
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[Yanks his arm from her, storming off down the stairs and towards the front door. Ignoring her protests and he goes to open the door but falls to his knees in a coughing fit, raising a hand to his mouth as he clenches his fists against the floor. Silent tears of frustration starting to form and fall as he tried to pick himself up. He could tell he was getting worse, but he was damned if that would stop him checking on Winry. If he was going to 'die', he at least wanted to know if she was alright.]
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Mr. Edward, stop it, please! You're getting worse! I don't want you to get worse! Please stop making yourself worse! Miss Winry wouldn't like this! Mr.Spy wouldn't like this! Mr.Alphonse wouldn't like this! I don't like thiiis!
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It's...It's Winry, dammit. I...She can't be....I can't let that happen....I can't...I promised myself I'd keep her safe...I already failed Al...I can't let her down too....
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M-Mr.Edward... Right now you can barely walk... It'll be faster if I go anyways, right? So just wait here. It'll be easier to contact you and tell you how she's doing if you're in one spot...
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Alright then. But hurry. Her message cut off, I...I don't know what happened. Let me know as soon as you get there.
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...M-Mr...mr.edward...?
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[By now he's made his way back up to bed, Mia has invited herself over and was watching over him as he had fallen asleep. May's message wakes him and he picks up the phone hesitantly. He doesn't like the sound of things from her voice, at all.]
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... um...
She was always so nice!!!
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I see.
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wh-what do you want me to do... w-with her..?
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Are you still doing okay, Mr.Edward...?
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[...]
Getting worse. Mia's here though.