Some indeterminable amount of time later, Tyler hunched under the blanket that had been forced on him stared sullenly at his artificial arm. It gave a dull throb, long past the state of waterlogged, and he was only just now noticing how bad it had gotten in all the excitement. He'd think after all these years with automail, he would have learned his lesson by now.
Fuck, what did it matter? Alex was....was.... Tyler winced at the images of blood and violence he'd seen in Tucker's lab, covering his eyes as if he could block out the memories. What happened? What the hell happened?
"Brother!"
Tyler practically leaped to his feet, looking around wildly until he spotted his little brother, rushing to meet him and not even allowing a glance for Mustang and Hughes, who walked in the much large
