"Al come on, I have to give this one last report to the Colonel!" Ed said excitedly. Though he was not excited because of the report, he was excited about what was going to happen afterward.

They had finally gotten a hold of the philosopher's stone and Ed was going to return his little brother to his normal body.

There was one set back though; the philosopher's stone could only be used for one major transmutation. Al had tried to convince Ed to let Al give him his limbs back but Ed refused.

But Al was worried about Ed. He was pale, had trouble breathing sometimes, would have violent coughing fits, he slept longer and more often and it was harder to wake him up. He also wasn't eating as much, and even though he was eating he seemed to be losing weight. Ed denied that there was anything wrong with him though, but it didn't convince Al.

"Brother I still think you should go see a doctor"

"Al I'm fine, don't worry."

"Okay brother" Al replied, still not believing him. He seemed physically weaker too, and sometimes he couldn't even walk straight.

"Seriously Al don't worry, I feel perfectly fine." Ed told Al as he stumbled a little.

Al sighed, sometimes he wished Ed didn't care about him enough to lie about his own health, he really didn't believe him.

They entered Mustang's office without the usual angrily bursting through the door routine.

"What a rare occurrence, the pipsqueak coming in here without trying to break the door down"

Ed ignored the small comment.
"Yeah well, you probably won't be seeing much more of me around here after this."
Mustang looked up from his paperwork, surprised and confused.

I looked up at Fullmetal, confused by his remark.

"What do you mean by that?"

"I'm resigning"

Everyone in the office looked up at him. The office was on silence for a few moments.

"What?"

"I'm leaving the military. I got what I wanted now I don't feel the need to be a dog of the military anymore"

"You got what you wanted?" I asked still in shock

"I found the philosophers stone, I can get Al his body back."

I just stared at him; it's kind of hard to see this place without Ed's antics.

Then I noticed, Edward looked really pale, it looked like he was having the slightest bit of trouble breathing, his eye lids where drooping and he was swaying in place, just a little bit, like he was having trouble balancing himself.

"Fullmetal, are you okay?"

"I'm fine, why is everyone asking me that lately, its really getting on my-" He didn't have a chance to finish his sentence before a violent coughing fit took over.

The coughs got more violent the longer the fit lasted, and Ed fell to his knees and coughed for another couple seconds before he stopped and pulled his hand away from his mouth. With his other hand he held his chest, then he stared at his palm and his face changed from a "Crap" face to a shocked expression.

"Brother are you okay?"

Ed didn't respond and al started walking towards his brother.

He knelt down and grabbed his brothers wrist.

"Brother…" Al said sounding worried.

I got up and walked over to where they where both kneeling. Then I saw what was in the palm that Ed was coughing into, blood.

"Edward?"

Ed started leaning into Al's arm.

"Al?" He asked.

"Yes brother?"

"Al, I'm sorry" his voice was getting weaker, like he was straining to use it. "You where right" he whispered to Al, then he went limp.

"Ed!" Al and I yelled at the same time.

The others already where starting to gather around.

"Lt. Hawkeye, call an ambulance!"

I checked his vitals, they all seemed normal, but I'm not a doctor.

"Al carry your brother out front."

He picked up the limp body and quickly walked out of the room.

You know, now I kind of hope this is something you accidentally did to your self again Edward, that way it might not be fatal

But I know, with how he had coughed up blood, there was a very minimal chance that it could be., hell it could even be fatal. I shook my head trying to get the thought of the chance that Ed might die out of my head.

Its nothing major, it can't be. Ed wouldn't let a sickness kill him.

I sighed.

Like he has a choice if a disease kills him or not, but it would be sad after all he's done to hurt himself, to have something like that kill him.

I guess we'll find out sooner or later.

Can anyone guess what's wrong with Ed? If you do then you get a cookie, a giant one with frosting spelling out your username on it!

Damn now I want a cookie.

Ed: Why the hell did you make me sick!

Me: because I'm an evil daughter of a bitch.

Ed: I mean a cold or the flu I get but why did you have to make it so I might-

Me: *Covers Ed's mouth before he can say more* SHUT UP NO SPOILERS CHIBI!

Ed: WHO ARE YOU CALLING SO SMALL THAT A GRAIN OF SAND COULD SQUISH

Me: I never said that, but thanks for that insult buddeh!