[When Ed finally wakes Oswald is gone from his cell and everything is quiet, so quiet that the only thing he can hear is his own ragged breathing and the soft whooshing of blood ringing in his ears and head. He has been re-dressed although rather sloppily but it gives him no comfort as his body feels numb and cold. He is shivering but barely notices because of the pain in his guts.

It starts as a deep ache, low in his belly and intestines, a low level pain that is coiled up like a sleeping serpent but slowly it starts to unravel and with it comes agony. Sharp, horrible stabbing pain that makes his abdominal muscles clench so hard he finds it hard to breathe and when they finally loosen he gasps and pants. Trying to draw in as much air as he can before the next cramp comes.

Dimly he is aware that this is going to end badly one way or another, his stomach is heaving and feels as if it is literally folding in on itself. That can only go on for so long before the small meal he was given earlier comes out.

The only question is which route it's going to take.

Thankfully the answer to that is the upwards trajectory and Ed manages to roll enough onto his side so that when he starts to vomit it isn't all over himself or back down to choke him. It's violent and his mind goes blank as his body heaves and shudders, over and over until he thinks he will die from not being able to stop and breathe. Finally it eases and he pulls in a shuddering painful gasp only to half cough the air back out as his lungs constrict painfully in his chest.

He dry heaves twice more and by the time those pass as well he is sweating, shaking and making a loan pathetic keening noise in the back of his throat. His mouth tastes like bile and fear and he rolls away from the mess he's made, curling in on himself as he prays that the stomach pain has ended for at least a while.]

...help.

[He whispers, his voice that almost of a child's. Lost, hurt and scared and seeking some kind of reassurance that he'll be okay.]