CLARE'S POV:
Regaining my consciousness, I blink my eyes a few times to see I was on Ed's lap... I probably shouldn't get up since I know I'll fall right back down from being light headed. So I wait a couple minutes before attempting to get up.
Ed: Take it easy.
Me: How did you know I was..?
Ed: It's rather easy actually. Your breathing pattern changed.
Me: Hmph I see.
I move up from him and sat beside him, holding the floor to keep balance.
Me: Who knew a dog could have such an impact.
Ed: Now you know how I feel for the past week.
Me: Yeah yeah, but you fell on me too.
Ed: Haha yeah you got your point.
I nod and tried not holding the ground, but sadly I start to loose balance. So back to holding the ground I guess.
Me: Seems like I need to do some training.
Ed: You? training? I thought you did already?
Me: Nope.
Ed: Well it looks like it when you fight.
Me: I guess that's from some of the things I earned money for...
Ed: What did you do?
Sounding concerned.
Me: It's nothing serious, I just did some street fights...
Ed: Um not a big deal, that's a big deal Clare.
Me: Well it did help me out with my financial issues when I couldn't make enough... Well somewhat.
I look to my stomach, remembering the unhealed cut I got from a guy stabbing me with a rusty knife during a match. I was lucky it wasn't fatal.
Ed: Why are you looking at your stomach?
Me: Just remembering stuff.
Ed: Something happened to you one time, didn't it?
Me: And it's none of your concern since it's the past.
I stand up walking to a bookshelf in front of us.
Ed: And what if it effects the future?
Me: It shouldn't.
Ed gets up beside me.
Ed: You never know.
Me: It's okay.
I look to my stomach again, but I did remember it bringing pain when we were coming back to East City.
Ed: Your face says other wise. What happened?
I sit back down and he sits in front of me.
Me: Well... During a fight I was winning, a guy decided to be cheap and stabbed me in the stomach. Luckily though it wasn't fatal, but I didn't expect it to still bring me pain... It still hurts time to time, but I guess it's not fully healed just quite yet.
Ed: When did this happen?
Me: The night before Mustang recruited me.
Ed: So not long ago then?
I shook my head and lifted my shirt a little to show him the medical wrap I wrapped myself with.
Ed: Did you at least go see a doctor?
Me: Yeah I did that night, but they simply just stitched it up, gave me a shot of something, and wrapped the wound with medical wrap... That's all.
Ed: Hmm well you're not over doing yourself for a while okay?
Me: I can still.
Ed: Clare. Me and Al got your back.
Me: But.
Ed: No buts.
Me: Ugh fine.
I lean against the wall and felt my stomach. Why did that guy have to stab me?
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On the way back home that night, Ed wouldn't stop starring at my wound. I swear now he's switch from friend mode to more of a bodyguard/doctor mode within those seconds I told him what happened.
I have a feeling he's gonna make me stay in his room so that he can keep an "eye" on me...
Ed: Clare?
Me: Yeah Ed?
Ed: Wanna stay over at our room tonight? We can discuss the things we read and see if it helps us find anything about the Philosopher's Stone.
I KNEW IT...
Me: I guess. Al are you okay with that?
Al: Certainly.
He smiles and looks back at the road.
Ed: You feeling okay?
Me: Yes Ed I'm fine.
I slightly snap at him. Jeez he's persistent. He moves away from me a little from being scared of me... Good. I smirk and tried to fall asleep... Sadly I can't sleep in cars unless I... And no I'm not doing that again. I sit up and just stared out the window watching the sky as the stars are shinning bright as ever tonight.
As I continued watching, suddenly a shooting star quickly flies by making me jump out of my seat a little. Quickly I wished for Al and Ed to get their bodies back.
I watched the sky a little longer, hoping to find another shooting star, but nothing seems to appear. That sucks. One is better than none I guess.
I look back to Ed who's also looking out the window. Guess he had the same idea. I look over to Al who's starring at me.
Al: Clare?
Me: Yeah Al?
Al: Are you still worried about Nina?
I remember the face earlier. The face Mr. Tucker made as he entered the house... That creepy deceiving face.
Me: Yeah I still am. I have a feeling Mr. Tucker isn't the type of person people think he is.
Al: You sure? He seems very nice.
Me: I'm positive.
I gulp to myself and looked back to the window. I turn my head slightly to see the north star. I whispered to myself.
Me: Nina... Be careful tonight.
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ED'S POV:
I looked at the window the same time Clare did. She talked to Al for a moment about Nina, and her concern for her. When they finished, I for sure thought I heard her whisper her name along with something. But when I looked over to Clare, she turned to me with a face full of worry.
Me: Clare...
Clare: I'm trying not to worry Ed like you said, but I can't help it.
Me: Don't worry too much. Tomorrow she'll be running to us asking her to play again, and everything will be fine.
Clare: You sure Ed? I don't trust Tucker.
Me: I'm sure.
Clare attempts to smile, but quickly fades as she looks back to the window... Maybe I should get some information about Tucker tonight to help Clare not think he's a bad guy. I nod to myself with the idea and looked over to Clare again with the same expression on her face.