Log: Envy had to rescue Kimbley :|

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Who: Envy, Kimbley, and then Umeda will be coming in.
Where: Military hospital in Central.
When: RIGHT NOW.
What: Envy had to get Kimbley to the hospital after Hohenheim kicked his ass. And now Envy's staying to make sure the retard survives.
Why: BECAUSE IT'LL BE FUNNY.
Notes: Envy looks like this in a nurse get-up until he changes back. I don't

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[whee_go_boom]

The first thought as he slowly pulled free of the sucking blackness was one of anger. He'd had to ask for help, ask for someone to retrieve him, as though he were a helpless new recruit. Ridiculous.

The second thought was one of confusion. He was no longer slumped against a train station wall, but prone, on something rather soft. Sensation slowly returning to his body, he identified a strange object poking into his hand. He was also apparently covered up to his waist, and so far, he wasn't feeling pain.

Too soon -- a tiny twinge shot through his chest as he took in a slightly deeper breath. He winced, mustering up the energy to crack open one eye.

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Envy could hear the difference in breathing and the young woman he wore looked up at the change. And there was Kimbley, just barely managing to open one eye enough. At least it meant he hadn't died in his sleep.

Putting on a show of absolute perkiness like any good nurse would do, Lilith bounced to her feet and leaned over the bed.

"Tsk, tsk, soldier!" she scolded. "Didn't your mother ever teach you not to stand in front of a moving train?"

If the familiar appearance didn't do anything, then at least maybe that would.

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Absolute silence filled the air after that statement. Kimbley surveyed the delicate features for a moment, expression not changing a hair at the overly perky remark. There was no mistaking that face.

He could feel the drugs in his veins, could tell from the slightly easy, floating feeling that he was getting, the pain muffled for the moment.

Shutting his eye again, he maintained a stubborn silence. Envy had brought him here, as part of the deal. He'd figure out a way to even the score later. For now, it seemed he'd have to contact the alchemy doctor, somehow.

"Phone," he rasped, words coming slowly, and with effort. He couldn't breathe all that well. "If you'd be so kind."

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Dark eyes drifted to where the room phone was located. Envy could do whatever he liked and Kimbley wouldn't be able to do a damn thing about it. Not when he was so fucking crippled. Which meant Envy wouldn't be exploded.

Today.

The girl sauntered to the phone and picked it up.

"You're in no condition to be using the phone, sir," Envy replied, easily falling into the role of a nurse and enjoying the knowledge that it was probably going to irritate the hell out of Kimbley. "Tell me who to call and I'll do it for you. Your sister? Mother? Wife? Girlfriend? Or is there some special man you've managed to marry?"

[whee_go_boom]

Gritting his teeth, Kimbley opened his eyes, two narrowed slits. Of course Envy would take advantage of this situation. His fingers twitched, but his arms were leaden, unresponsive.

Damn it.

"No," he gritted out, breathing shallowly, now aware that his chest was bound. Ribs, he remembered, a flicker of pain tightening his scowl as he tried to shift, tried to sit up. No luck. "Alchemy doctor. Fuhrer called him at Brig --"

He stopped, taking in a slow breath, his exertion having used up quite some energy. It was several minutes before he mustered enough breath to speak once more, rattling off a series of numbers with barely hidden strain.