It was a long walk from the train station to Rockbell Automail. Alphonse's feet crunched dully on the dead grass along the road, Tyler a slight weight on his back. Tyler grunted softly as every grating step sent a jolt of agony through his entire body. The patch-job that small town doctor had given him had amounted to little as every movement caused his bent port to grind against bruised bone. He thanked his dubious luck that the nerve connections hadn't been damaged or the pain would have been tenfold. Tyler put up a very minimal fight when Alphonse suggested he carry him. The discomfort had been getting worse with every day that passed, and in the final stretch, Tyler had more than reached his limit.
"We’re almost there," Alphonse said. "How are you doing?"
Tyler didn't deign that with
