tampered | Log; Ongoing

Log; Ongoing

When; February 19th, Morning.
Rating; PG-13 for blood and pseudo!death.
Characters; Nill [

caged_song], Alfons Heiderich [

opfern], and Edward Elric [

deduced].
Summary; After asking for Nill's help, she rushes to Alfons' apartment to find him delirious and losing consciousness. Edward, still not knowing Alfons was already dead, does not have a very good reaction to any of this.
Log;

Nill; Nill jerked up, sending her chair sprawling, she didn't bother to right it up but proceeded to grab her medical kit and run out the door. Alfons was hurt and she felt like she could not waste a second. Wrath was an incredibly horrible curse...She vaguely remembered seeing people fighting petty brawls outside her window.

Hopefully Alfons would be alright...but her mind lingered on the fact that he had not responded to her. I-it wasn't...it wasn't that bad...was it?

She reached Alfons's open apartment door, her eyes widening at the trail of blood on the floor and the range of blood-soaked paper towels. Nill let herself in, stepping carefully to avoid the blood that seemed to be everywhere. Where could he be...? The girl wandered to the kitchen and found who she was looking for...except he was sprawled on the ground...

The girl rushed forward, worry stricken across her face. Alfons?! She touched his arm lightly, hoping that he'd be able to regain some form of consciousness. W-was...was that a bullet wound?! Nill was worried, incredibly so.

Alfons; Attempting to remedy this problem had been incredibly difficult. He didn't have any medical supplies for this sort of thing, and he hadn't wanted to risk going back outside. Going outside during this curse had been the very thing to get him into this predicament.

His body was sore, and bruises had formed, though the only one visible was on his jaw, and at the moment that was greatly overshadowed by his blood soaked sleeve.

He'd just been trying to get more paper towels, waiting for the curse to be over so he could go back out, but Alfons was having trouble telling time now, and he could barely process his own name by the time he felt someone touch his arm. The tough made him wince, considering that's where some other bruises were, and he tried to shift so he could look.

Oh... "Nill..." She looked so worried. With a grimace, he tried to sit up, but his hand slipped in the puddle of blood and he just fell back onto his side again, coughing.

Nill; The girl cringed as Alfons fell back down, she put a hand to his cheek, there was a bruise there too. There might have been more hidden around but first thing was first, the bullet wound was number one on her list to be taken care of. Nill pulled out a wash cloth and dampened it with a bottle of water she had brought along just in case to wash wounds.

Ugh...what happened...how could someone...someone shoot him? She bit her lip and tried to roll the blood soaked sleeve away from the bullet wound. The sleeve revealed even more bruises...She ignored them for now even though it pained her to see them. The bleeding had to be stopped, Alfons would be alright...w-wouldn't he...? The girl carefully cleaned the area around the injury with the wet wash cloth, hoping that it wouldn't hurt too much.

Alfons; The pressure against the wound made him grimace yet again, and he shut his eyes and turned his head away. At least someone was there, but really this was almost laughable. What was he afraid of? Dying?

A little late for that.

"I'm sorry...Nill... I didn't know who else to...ask... Is it...daylight out now...? I guess I should...open my curtains sometimes..." He was rambling, and obviously couldn't be expecting an answer from her. He was just talking to distract himself.

"It's good to see that you aren't...hurt..." he whispered. "I hope...everyone else is okay..."

Nill; B-But...e-even if I wasn't hurt...you are...Alfons...

She wanted to respond but couldn't...Maybe...maybe if she could just talk then she could make this easier on him. The girl had noticed his grimace and lessened the pressure she was using to clean up.

Was it daylight...? Nill realized she didn't know...she had forgotten...The angel had been too busy concentrating on the wound to notice or keep track of the time.

Soon, the wound was satisfyingly clean in Nill's opinion and pulled out the bandage roll and gauze pads to start bandaging.

Nearly done Alfons...nearly done...She smiled softly, at least he was talking...he'd be alright...Alfons would be fine...

Alfons; He opened his eyes again when he felt something begin to wrap his arm, and he tilted his head to peer up at her. The smile nearly broke his heart.

"Strange, you know...I don't remember seeing any angels when...I died..." Alfons' eyes fluttered shut, because he found that she was too bright to look at. Too pure. "But here's one...caring for me now...a selfish person like me..." His voice got softer, and his hold on consciousness became weaker. His body stopped tensing at the pain.

"...without any purpose..."

Nill; Was she really an angel...? She had always wondered if she counted as one. Artificially created through experiments on other people's whims. Did Nill really count...? Back home at the church she had observed the stone statues of angels that were mixed in with the church's architecture. Those unmoving faces that represented something indescribably blessed. Was she supposed to be one of them?

Finishing the bandages she gave Alfons a lingering touch. Don't think like that....Don't Alfons...

Alfons; With a lingering sigh, Alfons tried to open his eyes up again, but it was too much of an effort. But he didn't have to hear her to know that he was upsetting her. Who wouldn't be upset at such a stupid, pitiful sight?

So, he tried to smile, unaware in his nearly delirious state that tears were trickling out from his shut eyes. Then, another cough took hold of him, and he curled up for a moment until it calmed down.

Then, he moved just enough so that he could be closer. Someone who was too pure to be touched, but still warm. Alive. While resting his head against her lap, he did his best to keep the smile on his face, normally sturdy frame trembling as he moved his good arm to wrap around her waist, though it was a weak grip.

"Forgive me.... Just stay like this...for a little bit...?"

Nill; Nill smiled softly, at least he was trying...She nodded at his plea. If he needed it, she'd be here for him...Alfons...Alfons...everything will be alright...

Alfons; He realized that he was crying when he noticed her skirt getting damp, and was fairly horrified at the idea that he was laying there crying in front of an angel. Immediately, he moved his arm from her waist so that he could wipe at his eyes, though the effort alone took a lot out of him.

How was he supposed to shower? Change clothes? Get to his bed? Nill was being helpful, but she was too weak to help him with any of that... Not to mention, even if she did somehow had the strength, he was certain his pride had already been ground up enough.

He was aware enough to consider that sort of thing, but not worry about the words coming out of his mouth. "To lose something... You have to actually...have it first. So, I thought...I understood loss... But I really...didn't understand anything...at all... Not until too...late... I thought I had gained something...and then lost it...but...really it was never mine...to begin with, so...if that's the case, Nill..."

Alfons choked on his own words as he buried his face against her skirt. "Why does it feel...like my heart has been...ripped in two...and the other part is...missing somewhere...?"

Nill; The girl couldn't respond...She really didn't know...Nill had no idea how to respond...but seeing Alfons like this was...painful. She pet his hair, worry stricken, hoping that she could give him some comfort. Oh...if only...if only she could speak...if she had a voice...maybe she could have sung to him? If she could sing...

What was she to do? For the moment...Nill couldn't leave him...definitely not...not like this...She continued stroking his hair as she thought. At least she could help him clean up the place...?

Alfons; It really was warm. He missed being warm like that... He was worried, despite himself. Nill was safe, but what about Edward and his brother? After yesterday, were they still safe?

A voice... He thought he heard a voice. But not Nill's... She didn't have one. Confused and disoriented, he rolled over so that he was on his back, one arm resting against his chest while the other moved to rest limply at his side. It didn't hurt anymore...but... He remembered dying. He remembered that it wasn't good when the pain stopped.

Azure eyes clouded over a bit as he tried to strain to listen, staring up at her for a long moment before he could no longer keep them open. Heavy, they were so heavy...

"Edward...?" he whispered, though it was barely even a breath, as consciousness finally abandoned him.

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The past few days had been...interesting, to say the very least. Curse after curse, each named after the very 'sins' he and his brother had faced all those years ago. Before...

His feet slapped loudly on the concrete floor as he practically dived up the stairs toward the apartment. He may've only been there a few times before, but already, the path was a familiar one. The previous day had been one he would've prefered to have never seen, yet alone to be alone during it. Al had left, coming back with more injuries that he'd admitted to. And then a painful reminder of the only other person there that he cared about, had been enough to spur him into action.

Alfons had been hurt too, according to the message left by one of his friends. And the alchemist was unable to ignore that fact.

Smacking on the door, he was suprised to find it swing open. Not a good sign in anyones book. "Alfons?!" Inviting himself inside, golden eyes moved rapidly, scanning the apartment for some kind of sign as to where the occupant was.

...and the blood smears definately didn't make things look any better.

Nill looked down at worriedly, Alfons had fainted and there was a stranger coming through the door...at least the person wasn't a stranger to Alfons...? He had mentioned a name before he faded from conscienceness...Ed...ward...was it?

From the tone of his voice, she was quite sure that the newcomer wasn't here to do any harm. Nill looked around for some sort of item that she could make a sound with so she could give him a helpful hint to where they were...still she didn't want to disturb Alfons. He had lost a lot of blood and rest was always a good thing. She hoped the person who had just entered the apartment would understand...

Following the path had seemed the most obvious idea to him. Even if he was...afraid...of what he'd find at the other end. Turning the corner into the kitchen, he found himself frozen to the spot for a few minutes. Eyes wide, staring at the mess in front of him. Alfons was...

"A-Alfons?" His foot slipped from underneath him as he took the first shaky step toward his friend. It was only after almost dropping beside the blond that Ed realised they weren't alone.

"What did you do to him?!"

Nill stretched out a hand in hopes of preventing the new comer from having a bad fall...she'd really have to clean up the blood later...it could be dangerous for others as well as Alfons when he was up and running about...

W-Wait...w-what...what did I do...? She stared at the stranger wide-eyed, confused. O-Oh no...She fretted he couldn't possib- Oh no...

The girl shook her head vigorously in hopes of communicating to the pony-tailed man that she hadn't done anything. Oh...what a mess she was in...

His eyes narrowed on the girl, close to a glare. If she'd been the one to have... He didn't even know. Not yet at least. What was wrong with Alfons, beside the obvious blood loss? Where was it even coming from?

Reaching out to the boy, he flinched the moment he came into contact with his skin. Had he lost that much blood? Why else was he so...cold? "...Alfons?..." His gaze slipped down to the bloodied shoulder, noticing the bandages that had been put in place. The girl hadn't been lying. She'd been trying to help him?

"...what happened? Why is he bleeding? ...why's he so...cold?"

The girl wasn't sure how to respond...Her wings drooped slightly, her eyes watching the scene worriedly.

How could she tell him...? She didn't know the details of how Alfons had gotten to this condition...Nill gently took the stranger's hand and turned it face up, she traced the letters c-u-r-s-e on it with her finger. It was all she knew...the winged-girl couldn't think of anything else that would be of any help...

B-but...but why did the stranger ask about Alfons being cold...D-Did...Did he not know...?

A curse. "I know. But what happened? Why was he hurt?" Unless... "Someone attacked him?" His other hand to Alfons again, fingers threading tightly into the others shirt. So, he'd been hurt during the curse, and now he was...what?

"Why is he so cold then?" His palm was held up, expectantly. He wanted an explaination, and he wanted one now. "He'll...be alright, wont he?" Because if he wasn't...

She nodded vaguely...someone probably attacked him...Nill but Alfons was so kind...h-he...he didn't deserve to be shot at...Were curses always this painful...?

Ah...The cold question again...This stranger...he really didn't know....

Taking the outheld palm, she traced the letters d-e-a-d.

"........" She was lying. She had to be. There was no way that...that... "...no." His voice was low, eyes dropping to the blond and not moving. The girl, angel, creature. She was wrong. Alfons had been fine the last time he'd spoken to him. So how could he have...died?

"You're wrong. He can't be. He...he's not. He..." Hands gripping Alfons' shoulders, he shook the boy harshly, trying to snap him out of the sleep he'd fallen in to. That was all it was. He was just asleep. Of course!

W-what...what was he doing?! A-Alfons!

T-this...this stranger was hurting him...He might not have meant to...but Alfons...Alfons was really injured! C-Couldn't this person see that?

The mute panicked and tried to stop any further shaking of the injured, weakly trying to pull back the hands that gripped Alfons. S-Stop...She pleaded in her mind, stop...y-you're hurting him...Please...stop...

The hands on his own were enough to stop him from shaking Alfons any further. Instead, he could only slump backward, his eyes wide and unfocused. Alfons wasn't...moving. He was cold. He wasn't even breathing.

Alfons was dead.

"Who..." His voice cracked, unable to keep his feelings hidden anymore. How could he have died? After everything that'd happened... "...who...did this? Who killed him?"

There was that voice again. Calling to him, trying to pull him out of his subconscious. He almost could have sworn that he felt his body being shaken at one point, but wasn't sure. Everything was hazy, and he couldn't see or speak... He could only feel and hear things in a very muffled sense, like they were trying to penetrate through a cement wall.

Finally, though, he sighed and turned his head to the side, cheek nuzzling something soft. Ah, right... He had been resting his head in Nill's lap. Had he passed out? That was...embarrassing.

But then, that voice again. ...He hadn't imagined it?

Both eyes snapped wide open, looking up at Nill's worried face, then over to where he saw Edward sitting. Edward looking...stricken. Mortified.

...Oh no...

"Edward..." he rasped out weakly, shaking his head and struggling to sit up, though his body trembled with the effort.

He was awake.

Nill sighed, she would have liked it if he could have gotten a bit more rest but after such shaking she wasn't sure if Alfons could. The girl tried to help Alfons into a sitting position, smiling reassuringly that she'd help him if need be.

Maybe...maybe he could clear things up with this stranger...? Should leave the two alone to their conversation...? She wondered slightly, and the worry clouded her eyes once more.

He could only sit there, unable to move from his position, despite the movement coming from Alfons. He was moving...but that didn't mean he was alive. Not now. The city. That was what made this possible. Alfons had died, and now the city had just brought him back.

"...I'm sorry..." If he'd just been there sooner, then maybe...? "I'm...so sorry..." And that was all he was able to say, before his head hung forward, shoulders slumping heavily. He may've been moving again, but he wasn't alive.

Alfons offered a small smile to Nill for her support before Edward's words drew his attention.

Ah, so he knew then? Was he just talking about the injury...? No. That expression was too devastated... Edward wasn't feeling mere concerned. Even a blind man could have seen that he was in mourning.

...Ah, but did he know when Alfons had died?

Shooting another strained glance to Nill, he whispered, "I'm sorry, but...could you leave for now?" He hoped he wasn't being rude, but this exchange was something he didn't want anyone else to see. Poor Nill had dealt with enough of Alfons' problems.

Then, he leaned forward onto his knees. "Edward," he started, voice a tiny bit steadier than it had been earlier. He was still in pain, and feeling weak, but at least he could move. "Don't be stupid. You think something like this is your fault? With a curse like yesterday's... Really, I'm no fighter, and I live alone. This shouldn't come as too much of a shock."

Nill nodded and packed up the medical kit. She was running out of bandages...she made a quick note in her mind to go out to buy some more later.

The girl stood up and unruffled her skirts a bit, she'd have to get the dress washed too...

How she could think about these petty things at a time like this, she didn't know. But for now she'd leave and let the two alone. Nill lingered at the door a little before she left. Hopefully...hopefully everything would be alright. She could always come back later to check on them if the stranger was still here. Alfons could take care of himself...if he needed anything he could always ask...

Reassured, she made her way out the door and back to apartment number three.

He shook his head, refusing to accept that. "I should've been here then. I should've...done something..." He vaguely registered the fact the were now alone, as he slowly looked back up to the blond. "...I shouldn't have left you alone." If he'd at least been there, then maybe...he could've found a way to have kept Alfons safe.

No, he would have.

"...Alfons. I'll...I'll find a way to make this right." Afterall, someone had mentioned something before about bringing people back to life here. And seeing as it had been down to a curse...

This was exactly what he had wanted to avoid. But at the very least, he could tell Edward didn't know that he had already been dead. He was mourning a false death.

But it was better that way. He could only imagine how pathetic Edward would act if he knew how Alfons had really died.

And his words only served to anger the teenager. A fist clenched, and he lifted it to hit Edward square in the jaw. Of course, it was completely weak and probably wouldn't even leave a bruise, but the intent was still there as he glared at him.

"Don't you dare! Your pity... I don't want it. I don't need you making promises you can't keep, Edward! I don't need false hope. And do you really think I want to return to that life, anyway? I wasn't going to last much longer."

Grimacing, he moved his hand back to grip at the bandaged wound while he tried to stand, looking down at him, his voice thick with emotion that was impossible to hold back right now. "You left, Edward. To chase your dreams. You made it clear that I wasn't part of them... And I accepted that. I wanted the best for you. So don't come back to me now, acting like you care what happens to me, just because this place happened to bring us near."

There may not have been any power behind the attack, but it served its purpose none the less. Eyes wide, Ed looked up at Alfons, shock clear on his face. How could he think something like that? After everything that'd already happened? After all those years. And now...now he was trying to accuse Ed of not caring about any of it?

"You were the one who put me in the plane. I...I wanted you to come too! I didn't expect you to just..." Okay, at least there was one change happening. Edward was now on his feet, reigning in his anger as well as he could. "Don't you dare think I don't care about you. You're my best friend! I'm not going to just ignore that because you think I should."

"Only one person could fit inside of it! That's how we built it, and that's how it had to be. Your world was there for you, Edward... If I hadn't put you on it, you would have regretted it for the rest of your life!"

Anger. It was terrible, but it was better than guilt. It was better than misery. Alfons couldn't take his pity or his guilt... Not ever. Not anymore.

Stumbling a bit to stay on his feet, he turned his head away to touch before shooting another glare at the shorter boy. "Best friend? I was just a replacement for your brother. Two years ago, when we met in Romania, I bet all you could think was that I looked just like him... And all the better that I was working on rockets, yes? I could help you get home, and until then, I could be your lovely makeshift brother! Well I'm not interested in that, Elric! Get out!"

"Don't!" His hand shot out, automail wrapping tightly in the collar of Alfons' shirt. His injuries were forgotten as he pulled him closer. "Sure, you looked like Al. And I wont lie to you, that made it easier at first. But you're not him! You never will be!" Glaring angrily at the other, Ed finally let go, barely managing to refrain from pushing Alfons backward as he did so. "If that was all that mattered to me, why the hell would I be here now? Al is here too."

He turned away, moving back toward the hallway again. If he wanted him to leave, he would. "I came because I was worried about you. You, and not some replacement for Al."

For a second, there was a flicker of fear in his eyes as he was grabbed. Edward, he knew, could be a firecracker when provoked... And they had their arguments before, but it was rarely of this level.

And they had never hurt his heart this much.

When he was released, Alfons moved his hand over his collar, resting where Edward had grabbed. Staring as he turned away, Alfons wanted to believe him. But even Alphonse had said it right to his face... He's said that Edward only saw Al when he looked at him. Edward must have told his brother that... The wrath curse hadn't made people lie.

But even knowing that, and despite the searing pain it caused, his injured arm lifted, and he reached out. Bloodied hand trembling, he curled his fingers into the fabric of the back of Edward's waist coat, and he stepped closer, hunching over so that he could rest his forehead against the other's shoulder.

"...I'm sorry..." He was so weak. Why did he have to be so weak? He didn't want to have to say goodbye to Edward a second time. "I'm sorry," Alfons whispered again, voice cracking as the tears spilled again.

He froze, the sudden change of mood turning his own anger into suprise. He'd fully expected Alfons to just turn his back and let him leave. He hadn't expected this. The hand reaching out, the head on his shoulder. He didn't know how to react.

Glancing sideways to Alfons, he couldn't help the sad look that seemed to take over. "...I don't care if you two look the same. You're not the same." A sigh. "I haven't thought of you like that since before I moved in." There was no point in lying anymore, was there.

The feel of moisture slowly seeping its way through to his shoulder was enough to finally make him move. Head hanging forward, an arm reached back, fingers sliding down Alfons' arm to his hand. "...you don't need to apologise."

Even if it was hard to, he believed Edward. At least to an extent. He still suspected that there were times Edward saw Alphonse in him...but what point would there be in pushing that subject? Whatever Edward thought...he always managed to keep quiet.

Even Alfons didn't know what it was like to be truly close to him. This was probably the most Edward had ever divulged of his thoughts that didn't involve the world he came from. So that much, at least, Alfons cherished.

His hand released Edward's waist coat to weakly grip his hand back, shifting it back so that it could rest in front of him, allowing him to weakly drape his arm around the other's waist. "But it's pathetic...how jealous I am, of all those you love and hold dear in that other world of yours. You had so many waiting for you... So many to return to. Aside from my work, all I had was you. And I let you go, Edward..."

Shaking his head, his shoulders shook as he tried to hold in another cough. "I was smiling, but my heart was breaking."

He stepped back a little, a sigh escaping him at the half hug. "...I wanted you to come with me. I didn't..." He glanced back over to Alfons, trying to force himself to just talk. It was difficult, trying to explain himself. Especially over something he was so uncomfortable with. But for Alfons...

"...it hurt. You stayed there, and it...it hurt, more than I thought it would." He shook his head, having to look back to the floor once again. "I didn't think I'd get to see you again. And then...we turned up here..." Nope, not going to get any more sappy over this. Of course not. "We're both here now. And we'll find a way for you to come back with us, right?"

He didn't want Edward to hurt, but at the same time the selfish part of him was relieved to hear that Edward had missed him that much. Even if he knew Edward didn't care for him as deeply, it was just nice to know that he cared at all.

His reassurance fell on deaf ears, though, and Alfons let go of Edward's hand to step back, letting the injured arm drop back to his side while his other hand furiously wiped the tears away from his eyes. "No. I know how the dead are returned to life here, Edward... You have to exchange a life. Isn't that just like the 'equivalent exchange' you told me about in alchemy?"

Turning away, he waved his hand dismissively to head down the hall. "I may not want to say goodbye a second time, but that doesn't mean I want to cling to false hope. So...don't."

He waited, his back staying turned to Alfons until he was sure the other was ready. He didn't like seeing other people cry, almost as much as he hated to do it himself. "I know. But the deities here, they don't seem to always follow the same idea." After the stories of people just being given their lives back... Maybe there was a way to get the same for Alfons. Somehow.

Turning to face him again, Ed gave a weak smile, unable to conjure up more than that. "At least...come and stay with us or something? I don't like-" He cut himself off, rephrasing himself. "I want you to?"

Edward's offer made Alfons pause in his step, but then he shook his head and disappeared into his bedroom. "Don't ask me to do that... Don't ask me to live with him."

He tried to use both hands to unbutton his shirt, but found his right arm just hurt far too much, and moving it only seemed to make it bleed more. So halfway down, he let it drop back down to his side while he fiddled with the rest one-handed before tugging it off, flinching a bit as some dried blood made it peel away in spots.

Stepping back, he sat down on the edge of his bed, coughing against his arm for a good half a minute before finally calling out weakly, "I need to get cleaned up, and then clean my apartment up, Edward..."

Blood stains weren't fun.

"...why not?" Though, in some part of his mind, he already knew the answer. So be living in the same place as a person who was practically your twin... "Then...can I stay here?" But that would mean not being able to stay with Alphonse. "...just to stay over sometimes?" The best he would be able to manage, without splitting himself in half.

At the call, Ed glanced round the corner, looking in toward Alfons. What he saw only managed to make him duck back away again, his head hitting against the wall as he forced himself not to slide down it. The injuries. They were a reminder of the fact that, "...he's dead."

He was glad he didn't have to answer the first question. Wasn't it obvious? Edward's next inquiry made Alfons pause as he removed his shoes, hope beginning to flicker to life. "...just to stay over sometimes?'

It crashed and burned.

"...Mm. Of course. Why do you think I gave you a key, Edward?" Pulling his socks off, he rubbed his thumb over a bruised ankle, not even really wanting to know how bruised his cheek probably was.

"I don't have a second bed, though." Fortunately, his couch wasn't bad. Alfons had fallen asleep on it a few times while reading, actually.

Alfons' voice was enough to snap him out of it for a moment. At least long enough to reply. "Yeah, but I wasn't sure." The mention of sleeping accomodation caused a small laugh of amusement. "I can take the floor. Or the sofa. Either's fine."

Taking a deep breath, Ed forced himself to try and act more...normal. The death issue was something he'd have to talk about when he was either calm, or had a better plan to resolve it. As much as Alfons had wanted otherwise, Ed wasn't going to just give up on it.

"...do you need any help?"

Alfons had just been about to unbutton his pants when he realized his door was still open, and Edward was still there right outside. With a shake of his head, he forced away the negative emotions there were plaguing him and let his familiar, good-natured smile play onto his features as he stood and walked over to the bedroom door.

Propping his good arm against the door frame, Alfons looked over at Edward with a raised eyebrow. "What, are you offering to help me shower? I think I can manage." Winking and stepping back into the room, he closed the door.

He hadn't been expecting that. Looking away quickly, he waited until the door had been firmly shut, before letting out a heavy breath. Right, if Alfons was going to go take care of his own injuries, then Ed would sort out the apartment.

...as much as the sight of Alfons' blood made him cringe.

Heading back through to the kitchen, Ed began digging around in cupboards, trying to find something he could use to clean up the mess. A bottle of floor cleaner and a scouring pad left him with a start. Now...a bucket?

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