Setting: The attic!
Time: Night 007, about two 'days' into night
Summary: Alphonse wakes up from dying!
Warnings: Disorientation and angst?
It was the strangest feeling...
Something almost nostalgic, something strange - fleeting and unusual. Like a drifting feeling he had felt before, but didn't remember, but he had no idea, at all, what it was...
But Alphonse snapped back to his senses quickly. A sort of phantom pain shot through his side - his stomach - and his face - his eyes - making him let out something like a whimper, before it passed, gone nearly as quickly as it came in the first place. He couldn't remember where he was, or anything, at first, as he tried to deliriously put things together in his mind, tried to remember what had happened, and where he might be, since it was...definitely not his room, or anywhere else he could recognise from just lying there.
Suddenly he shot up, eyes snapping open and he -
And he looked around.
He didn't recognise the room, but that was the least of his worries at the time, instead beginning to feel himself over. There were no burns, scars, cuts, wounds - there was nothing. He was fine, as if the past...several months had all been some kind of weird dream. As if they hadn't really happened. Which was...impossible.
His head spun and ached - a throbbing headache, especially over his left eye - but he started to try and move himself, to get a better look around, and to try and figure this out...