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WHO: Maedhros, Edward Elric, and Winry Rockbell
WHERE:Heropa #35
WHEN: early dawn, March 26th
WHAT: Teen Maedhros stumbles into one of Edwards alchemical traps while he's half asleep
WARNINGS: serious hand injuries, referrances to past captivity, possible mentions of deliberate harm to a minor

[Maedhros isn't entirely sure where he s once Morgoth let him go. He isn't even sure if he's still in Heropa. His hands throb and even touching them makes fire shoot up his arms. He can barely see through his tears but he keeps walking, just desperate to get as far from that place as possible.

But he's exhausted as well as in pain and frightened. Eventually, he just can't keep his eyes fully open and he stumbles into someone's yard. He would just find a bush or a tree to curl up under but he's startled to find himself dangling upside down. His blood rushes down to his head and, more importantly, his hands. If he'd though they hurt before, that was nothing. And he can't help remembering the last time he found himself hanging somewhere. He doesn't want to lose a foot, too.]

STOP! JUST STOP! LET ME DOWN!

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[The screaming wakes him. It takes a moment before he registers what must have happened. Someone getting caught in one of the traps in front of the house. Not that he recalls setting said traps at the moment, being caught in the age mess and Sabriel helping to erase his memories.

But he does shuffle from bed, out to the hall to glance at the front door confusedly, still sleepy.]

Who....? Winry, did you hear that?

[Zoey definitely did, and is standing on alert. Winry, who can almost sleep through anything, jolts awake at Ed's question.]

Whu...?

[She crawls out of bed, rubbing sleep out of her eyes, and joining Ed. Zoey trots along with them, heading for the front door and sniffing at it loudly. Winry hears that snuff, and someone outside.]

Your traps, Ed! Someone must be in one of them!

[She pushes past him to open the door, not thinking it might be Mr. Kimblee.]

[No, it's not Mr. Kimblee. The voice sounds much too young. And it doesn't stop screaming.

This has to be Melkor again. It's the exact sort of thing he would do, let Maedhros go only to trap him again. He flails, trying to find a way free.]

I DID NOTHING TO YOU. LET ME GO!

[Ed tilts his head, listening again when Winry seems to pick up on what's going on first. Then quickly following her outside in the dark, barely making out the figure trussed up.

It doesn't take long for him to scramble at etching a transmutation circle to release the guy.]

Not like it's my fault when I don't even remember making these traps in the first place. But uh. Sorry.....

[Winry stands there, her mouth crimped up.]

He didn't mean to catch you! I'm so sorry...

[Something looks 'off' about the boy. She squints, trying to get a good look at him.]

Are you okay?

[No, he is not okay as evidenced by the scream of pain as he lands on his injured hands. He goes limp as he lands, in too much pain to remind his body he should move. But he does hear their words and voices. Morgoth would never sound like that.]

Wh-who...?

I'm Ed! But....What are you doing out here anyway?

[It's evident he's hurt by the way he cries out, the way he goes limp. He's hardly an expert beyond some vague basics at best on first aid she if that is the case, he should let Winry help in that department, now he's done his part in freeing the guy.

He looks from the stranger to Winry, unsure.]

[Winry's horrified at the amount of damage done to the boy's hands. But she can't take the time to be scared for him. She has to help, but that means getting him inside, where they can get his wounds cleaned up and she can really see what happened.]

You're safe here...I know it's scary. But we can take care of you. [She keeps her voice steady as she can, soothing and as calm as she can make it.] I'm a healer. I can help, but we need to get you inside, in the light, so we can see...the damage. It'll hurt, but it'll be safer inside than out here.

Okay?

[She squats down in front of him, trying to get a look at his eyes. So he can see she's telling the truth. And Zoey needs to go inside, but she's not going to yell at her dog right now.]

[He looks up as he fights through the pain. They don't look familiar, not that that means much.]

I-inside, yes. [He nods quickly. He's still not sure if Melkor might be following him. They'll all be safer inside.]

Right. I'll get Zoey in and grab the first aid kit.

[Ed calls to Zoey to heel and follow inside, getting her in and fetching the first aid kit to the kitchen before returning to make sure Winry and the stranger are okay and don't need help. Assisting to help bring him inside if necessary, keeping the door open until they are all back inside before shutting and locking it again.]

I'm going to help you up, all right? You can put your arm around me - don't worry if it gets bloodied. I want to make sure you're steady.

[Winry scoots closer so she can put her arm carefully around the boy, wincing a little as she can see his hand better. It has to be incredibly painful. She slides her arm around his back.]

I'm Winry, and that's Ed, with my dog, Zoey. She's a good dog. [She was trying to distract him a bit from his pain.]

[There is no actual blood on his hands, only his face from where he bit his lips and tongue. It's probably odd to most people. In fact, other than dirt and grass stains from falling out of the trap, he's too clean to have been in some kind of accident and the only real injuries he has are his mangled hands.

He leans against her, carefully moving his left arm over her shoulder. He hisses when he bumps his hand in the process but manages not to make more noise than that.]

Zoey... National puppy day, that was you. [The distraction is working at least for now.]

[Ed sort of hovers, ready to assist if necessary but eventually making his way to the kitchen and opening the first aid kit for Winry, grabbing out some disinfectant, some bandages. He's not as knowledgeable as Winry in this sort of thing, but he can try help get things ready as best he can with some vague basics. He knows a little through his own injuries over the years, if not so serious.]

Bandages, disinfectant...what else do we need, Winry?

[Winry nods.] I was bigger back then.

[She helps him into the house and to the kitchen. Seems like the best place for cleaning another person up.]

There's a basin Ed, can you fill it with hot water and pour some disinfectant into it for me?

[She turns her attention to the boy.] I'm going to help you sit down, and I want you to lay your arms on the table, all right?

[Everything goes well until she mentions the kitchen table. He freezes, his face going even paler than it already was.]

No. Not the table. [He tries to pull away and loses his balance.] No more tables.

[Ed goes to do as she asks, filling the sink and pouring a little of the disinfectant in it. He nearly knocks the whole bottle in when the man seems to refuse, get scared. But the guy wouldn't hurt Winry for it, right? He turns, eyes wide as he watches, wary. Reading to jump in and defend her if necessary. They're only trying to help, after all!]

You okay, Winry?

I'm all right, Ed. [Winry holds up her hand to him. 'Don't react,' she means, and hopes he understands.]

And we can help you. I mean it. We're not trying to hurt you. But you don't have to go to the table...what about the living room? You can sit on the couch...it'll be comfortable there.

[She's trying to keep her voice soft and level, not moving toward the boy. She uses her uplifted hand to gesture toward the living room.]

[No, he would never hurt a child just because he's frightened. And he calms quickly once she seems to understand at least somewhat.]

Yes, that sounds... good.

[He gets her meaning, relaxing once the other seems to agree and compromise, calming down. He turns the tap off once the sink is filled, replacing the lid on the bottle of disinfectant before following and seeing if they need a hand, letting Winry know he's ready, if there's anything else.]

I filled the sink, Winry. Anything else? If I bring the first aid kit from the kitchen for you?

[He's used to helping like this at least, with some of Granny's patients. Or when Al or Winry were hurt, though that wasn't usually this bad.]

We'll need some towels, Ed. Thank you.

[She grabs some out of the kitchen and dunks them in the water, leaving one dripping and wring the other out.]

You know this will hurt. I'm a healer...I need to make sure your hands are clean before I start healing them. Make yourself comfortable and...um. Prepare yourself.

[A tilt of her mouth.]

It'd be nice to know your name.

Prepare myself... I do not understand.

[But he does sit down on the couch, doing his best not to touch his hands against anything.]

Maedhros.

Towels, got it.

[He turns to leave and collect a couple of towels from the linen cupboard, though still frowns at the name he catches as he leaves the room. Maedhros. Such an unusual name. But then, there were apparently people from all sorts of times and places around here so it's probably not too surprising once he stops to think on it much.

Either way it isn't long before he returns with said towels in his arms.]

Anything else? Or are you ready? Need me to hold him or help?

[Winry smiles at Ed, but her smile fades when she turns to Maedhros.]

It'll hurt, that's why.

[She can see how badly damaged his hands are. The bruising and swelling is awful, and the bones are all but shattered. Winry knows this will hurt her, too, but she can't - won't - let him live int his pain.]

Lift your hands, Maedhros, and Ed, slide those towels under, all right? And then I'll start healing you, Maedhros.

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