This is a little something that I have been thinking about for a while now. There will be a few chapters to this. I don't see this going on for more than ten to fifteen. Updates will be slow. I will try to do it as often as I can, but I make no promises.

I do not own Fullmetal Alchemist.

Mustang's Point of View

I sighed as I walked back from my meeting. It was long, boring, and redundant. It was a distraction from paperwork that I had been looking forward too. I always forget how the meetings are. I really should know better. Paperwork is better than meetings… Well maybe not all meetings. Just most.

I walked into my office already dreading having to return to work. To my surprise fullmetal was on the floor sleeping. I wasn't expecting her to come in until tomorrow. She still had her suitcase with her letting me know she just returned.

"Yo, Shortie, if you were so tired, you should have just gone to sleep at home. I would understand. Besides, I am not expecting your report until tomorrow." I said, walking over to my desk.

Nothing. Normally the mention of the "s" word wakes her up in an instant. I stood blinking at her for a momment.

"Hey Midget, wake up. You are drooling on my floor."

Still nothing. I walked over to her, crouched, and gave her a little nudge. She didn't so much as stir.

At this point I was starting to panic. I turned her so that she went from being on her side to on her back. I checked to see if she was breathing. She was so I started to shake her. She still didn't respond. I checked her pulse and found it to be a little slow.

"Havoc! Get in here and bring smelling salt!" I yelled.

A moment later Havoc came in with the others trailing behind him. Seeing Ed on the ground, he knelt by her side and popped the smelling salt capsul. He waved it under her nose.

For a good long moment there was no response. The others became increasingly concerned along with me. Eventually she started to respond. Havoc kept the capsul under her nose until she was awake and semi-alert.

"Yo Boss, would you mind telling me where we are?" He asked her.

"Central headquarters." Her groggy voice responded.

"What room are we in?"

"Mustang's office."

"Okay. Good. You seem pretty with it. What happened? You were unconsious on the ground when we got here. Is everything okay?"

She tried to sit up. Her nonmetal arm couldn't support her weight and she fell back down. She sighed deep in her throat. I helped her sit up and leaned her against me.

"Easy now. Just take it slow. Are you okay? Do you need to go down to the infirmary?" I asked gently.

She shook her head.

"I will be fine in a few minutes." She replied.

"Are you sure? You were pretty out of it. You had me in a bit of a panic."

"Sorry."

"You don't need to be sorry. I just want to know if you are alright."

She started to get a bit sluggish again. Her eyes started to close so Havoc put the capsul back under her nose.

"Stay with us Boss." He told her.

She shied away from the capsul but Havoc followed her with in. He looked sympathetic and worried.

We were all worried.

"Maybe we should get you to the infirmary."

"No. I will be fine. I just need a few minutes." Her voice was more alert now.

Havoc removed the capsul and asked if she wanted anything.

"Some water would be nice."

Furey went off to get some water for her.

"Have you been feeling alright? You're not sick are you?" Hawkeye asked.

"I am fine. I was just feeling dizzy and I guess I passed out. It is really nothing."

None of us were convinced. She sighed.

"I have a check up tomorrow. I will tell the doctor that I passed out. Happy?"

This seemed to please Hawkeye enough as to not press the matter further.

"Just make sure you take it easy. Let the doc know exactly what you were feeling when you passed out." Falman informed her.

"Yeah. And just take it easy. Where is Al? Did he come with you? Maybe we should give him a call." Breda suggested.

"No! That is fine. I am feeling better, really. I will take it easy and let the doctor know everything tomorrow. Al is still in Resembol. I came ahead because of my appointment. There is no reason to worry him. He will just rush here and end up ruining his visit with Winry." She said rather quickly.

She was seeming to be more lively. Furey returned with her water and she took a few sips. This seemed enough for the others so Hawkeye sent them all back to work, knowing I would want to have a talk with Fullmetal alone. They closed the door behind them and Ed made a move to stand. I helped her up and over to the couch. She sat and started going through the suitcase I am guessing she threw onto the couch where I saw it earlier when she arrived. She pulled out some papers and handed them to me. It was her report. I went and put it on my desk before turning to return by her side just in time to see her pop a few pills in her mouth and down then with some water.

"What did you just take?" I asked as I sat next to her.

"Oh, um… just some vitamins."

Liar.

I leaned over her shoulder and peered into her suitcase. There were prescription bottles.

"I didn't know you are on medication."

She tensed.

"What? Is it some secret? It is fine if you are. I am just surprised that with you living in my house I never noticed. Especially since we share a bedroom. What are they for?"

"Nothing. Please just drop it."

I reached over and moved some of her stuff so that I could see the bottles better. There were more of them than I thought.

"What are all these for? This seems like a lot of bottles for 'nothing.'" A particular trait of most of the bottles grabbed my attention. "Hey, most of these are empty. Is this why you passed out?"

"It is fine. After I leave I am going to the pharmacy."

"Maybe you should have stopped there first. If you have this many then you must really need them. What exactly are they for anyways?"

"I did stop at the pharmacy first. They knew I was going to be coming today but they didn't have my refils ready. I didn't want to waste time so I came here to hand in my report. Don't blame me, blame the pharmacy."

"Okay, but what are they for?"

She remained silent.

"Eden, if I have to call Alphonse I will."

"Al doesn't know. He thinks they are vitamins. Look, it is no big deal. Don't worry about it. Some of these are to counteract side effects from the others."

"Is passing out a side effect?"

"Enough about me, how has your day been? I missed you."

"I missed you too and my day was fine. Now, answer my question. Is passing out a side effect?"

"Why do you need to know? It isn't important. None of this is important. Did you even look at my report? Do you want me to give an oral one?"

"Eden Elric. Answer the question. Is passing out a side effect of your medication?"

"No it isn't."

Eden's Point of View

It was the truth. Passing out is a symptom, not a side effect.

"So it is a symptom. What do you have?"

I thought of trying to distract him again. The look in his eyes stopped me however. He wasn't mad. He was concerned. Fear and worry coated his features. This is a man who has done every thiing he could to help me. Who has proved that love knows no age. Who has shown me that I am not damaged, just roughed up. He loves me for everything I am. I know this is killing him. I was hiding a big secret from him. One he really should know. I looked away from his eyes and down at my lap.

"The doctors don't know."

It sounded like a shout in the silence, but I knew it was really only a whisper.

"What do you mean they don't know. They put you on meds when they have no idea what you have?"

"They are trying to fight the symptoms since they can't fight the illness itself."

"Do they know how serious it is? Passing out like that isn't something to take lightly. What are your other symptoms? I thought that they had to know what you have in order to give you the right medication."

I shook my head.

"They don't need to. If your symptoms are a real issue then they will give you meds to combat the symptoms that they know about. There is only so much testing that can be done with the technology that we have. "

"How sever is whatever it is that you have?"

I didn't respond. I simply closed my eyes and hoped he would drop it. He didn't.

"Eden." His voice cracked and I knew he was close to loosing it. "How sever is it? Tell me!"

"I'm dying."