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Chapter 1: Bang

Bang

There was no way Edward was going to get there in time; he knew that, and cursed himself for it. By the time he heard the gun shot and turned around (he did so as fast as his reflexes would let him), there was already blood seeping though Roy's uniform. Ed looked on with a horrified expression, as if doing so would will away the blood.

Roy fell to the ground in the next few seconds, and Ed couldn't run fast enough. He just wasn't fast enough. By the time he was kneeling at Roy's side, the man was breathing hard and holding a hand to his chest, right by his heart. Ed didn't know what to do. He'd dealt with worse injuries and known exactly what to do. Why was he freezing up now? Oh god, Roy was going to die and he didn't know what to do.

The only thing he could think was find help. He needed to get Roy to someone who could actually do something for him. Carefully, he slid an arm under Roy's back and slid Roy's left arm over his shoulders. Quietly he asked Roy "Can you make it?" The man just barely nodded his head.

Shivers down the spine, but this was no time to be scared.

Ed did his best to carry Roy to the makeshift hospital that was created a little ways from the battleground. Roy needed to make it, Roy needed to stay alive. If he doesn't, who was going to lead? Ed wasn't the one for the job. No.

"Heh, it hit my heart, didn't it?" Roy said softly. Ed shook his head no, not because Roy was wrong, but because it didn't matter. The bullet wasn't going to be there for long, and Roy would be fine…at least, that's what Ed told himself.

As he reached the encampment he saw the long line forming outside the 'hospital'. They had been in battle for two days straight and quite obviously, Roy was not the only one hurt. But he was the only one Ed cared about at the moment. "Move! Everyone move!" He yelled trying to get through the line as quickly as he could.

One injured soldier stopped him with a hand on Ed's chest. "What the hell gives you the right?" The man asked angrily.

Ed frowned "This is your General, you idiot. Now get the fuck out of my way." He growled at the other soldier, who moved aside immediately upon recognizing Mustang. Roy smiled a little to himself despite the pain. "Thanks, Ed." He managed.

"No big deal, Roy." Ed said softly, right before he saw a doctor – finally – looking at someone who appeared to have a broken leg.

"Doctor, he's lost a lot of blood!" Ed shouted, successfully grabbing the doctor's attention.

"Shit!" The doctor had shouted, going from a look of indifference to shock when he recognized just who it was missing the blood. It only took a matter minutes – maybe not even that long, Ed was having trouble keeping up with time passing at the moment - before Roy was seen to.

For Roy, the next few hours passed by like seconds. For Ed, it felt like years. The doctors that weren't busy with severe cases had come to look at Roy, all of them. Ed watched their faces, and he knew it didn't look good. It only took an hour – because now Ed was keeping his eye on his pocket watch – before they said they were giving him blood, and they would try and transfer Roy to central. Ed heard one of the doctors talking about how it was a tragedy. He had no idea.

He pulled aside one of the doctors who was walking away. "Hey, you're transporting him to Central, right?"

"We need to save some of the blood here for other soldiers and he needs a doctor who can administer to him around the clock."

"Is…is he that bad off? He's going to be okay, right?" Ed asked, horrified at the thought of losing Roy.

The doctor tried to smile at him, but there wasn't much to smile about. "The bullet hit very close to his heart." The doctor paused for a minute "There's a good chance he won't make it. I'm so sorry." He placed a quick hand on Ed's shoulder, then turned and walked away. Ed shouted after him "He's going to be fine! You'll see!" Ed did it more to reassure himself. It didn't work.

Well, if Roy was being transferred to Central, Ed had to go with him, and that was the final word on the matter; at least Ed could see Al this way, too.