…intense damage to both arms, probably irreversible…

"Taisa?" Edward's voice shook as he stepped lightly into the dim lit room. His metal foot made a soft clank and he scowled as he saw the form on the bed cringe. "Roy?" he asked this time, stepping towards the white cot with a little added effort. "Baby?" he nearly whispered as he knelt on the floor beside the bed, his hand reaching up to cup the other man's face.

Roy shook, curling into himself, sobbing softly. "Please no, no more, oh please, please, please no, oh god, please." Edward reluctantly removed his hand. The man stopped moving for a moment, and looked up at Edward with tearful eyes. "Ed?" he sobbed softly, recognizing his partner. "Edward?"

…faced torture…

"Yeah, baby," Edward whispered back, cupping Roy's face again. "It's me." He kissed his forehead, and Roy stiffened again, and his arms were out, flailing in the white bandages.

"No, not again, not again." He looked away suddenly, shaking, and seemed to see Edward again. "Edward?"

"Yeah, baby," Edward whispered again, tears forming in his eyes. "It's me." And for the first time in two years he was smiling.

…probable sexual abuse, mental damage…

"Edward, god, I was so scared," Roy murmured in a soft rasp, his hands grasping Edward's face.

"It's all over, now, babe. It's okay." Edward pressed his lips against Roy's, and they stayed like that for a moment, despite the tears that ran down their cheeks and sobs that echoed from their lips. "You're here. It's all gonna be fine."

Roy's head was on his lap, and he was sobbing, his finger clenching painfully around his waist and thighs, desperately trying to hold on to his one connection to the world. Edward realized how wrong this was. It was supposed to be the other way around, with him crying on his lover's lap, not like this. Never like this.

…probably won't recover, never recover…

Then Edward left him in the care of the doctors that were supposed to make him better, to heal his arms and soul and let him finally be able to go out into open spaces and talk to people and not freeze up. There was no way that Edward could have seen the nasty looks on their faces or the letters written on his file that said "traitor" in big red font.

"I didn't tell them anything," he cried. "They hurt me like this because I wouldn't tell, and you're not listening."

…fucking traitor probably got what he deserves…

"And Edward," he whispered. "Does he know?"

Edward Elric sat by his telephone for weeks, waiting, and praying, and there was nothing. Only the silence where Roy Mustang's voice should have been.