Ed's eyes flickered open and it took them a moment to focus in the winter sunlight that was streaming down through the wrecked mine shaft. He must have been knocked out after falling inside after Kimbley used his Philosopher's Stone. Speaking of...

"Where'd that bastard go-"

He was slowly picking himself up off the ground when a jolt of pain ran through the core of his body. At the same time, a coppery taste filled his mouth and he coughed up blood.

"No way..."

Eyes wide, he turned his head to find a steel bar where it definitely shouldn't be. The sight coupled with the sheer pain of it all was too much for him to handle and his eyes rolled to the back of his head as he fell back to the ground.

He didn't know how long he had been unconscious before he came to again. For a while he just lay still as he tried to think through the fog. Memories bubbled up of Al and Winry and everyone he had met while on his journey to restore his and Al's bodies.

"I can't let...all those people....cry over me...yet."

It hurt to talk. It hurt to breathe. He had to shift himself, as the way he was on the ground now he couldn't clap his hands to transmute anything. Slamming his left fist into the ground, he slowly picked himself up just enough to slide his right arm underneath him so he could bring his hands together. He clapped before getting himself up on his knees to reach behind him and transmute the metal bar so the excess sticking through his back fell off and clattered to the ground. He let himself fall to his side and tried to catch his breath.