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Comatose

A fallen angel stood infrount of a window in a very white room, staring blankly out the window. Rumors had been going around the building that people have been spoting this angel, and that he can only be found in that room, waiting for a sign of hope.

Life.

Anything.

Dull golden eyes reflected back at him as Edward caught his reflection in the window. The angel hadn't had enough sleep since the accident had occured, and purple bags started forming under his eyes, which were bloodshot. He stood, or sat, in this room daily, as long as he could, until Roy, or the others, came to drag him away.

The white room was quiet, save for the sound of nurses talking quietly in the next room, the steady beat of a heart monitor, and the weak breathing that came from behind him. Silently, Ed looked over at the monitor, watching the green line form a mountain every two seconds.

Beep...

Beep...

Beep...

After a few minutes, he lost interest in the mechine and walked over to a chair. Draging it until it was beside an occupied bed. With a forced smile, he picked up his lovers hand and brought it up to his left cheak. The hand was cold, as well as pale, but that was to be expected of one who never responded anymore, right?

Edward opened his mouth to say something, but couldn't find his voice. His smile wavered as he cleared his throat. When was the last time he spoke? It had been only yesterday, but it already seemed like eternity. He gazed over at his sleeping lover before forcing the smile to return.

"Hey, En..," he whispered, his voice harsh and raspy from the lack of use. "...Nothing has changed much...It's sunnier then it was yesterday, though...Maybe we could take a walk later?" Ed paused, and then continued, "Al came by earlier. He brought flowers for you; though, knowing you, you would probably just burn them or something..." A forced laugh, and Ed could feel the tears burning his already-red eyes.

Everyday, for six months, Edward would come to the hospital, to this very room, and tell Envy every detail of what was going on. Doing this, the angel hoped that maybe, just maybe, he would get some reation out of the sin; a twitch of the eyebrow, a grunt of dislike, anything.

But there was only nothing.

Envy never moved an inch since his fall.

Just then, the door to the room opened, and in steped a man who looked to be in his late thirtys. Both Ed and the doctor didn't seem surprised of the other's apperence; they were both very used to this by now. "Hello, Edward. Has he shown any signs since his last check-up?"

"...," the golden angel remained silent, glaring at the man clad in a white coat. Ever since he was young, Edward wasn't very fond of doctors. He sterotyped them as old geezers that wanted nothing to do with you except poke you with needles. Now that it was Envy that was being hospitalized, the golden boy hated the man even more.

"Unresponceive as usual, I see," Dr. Evans let out a sigh and walked over to the mechines around the bed. First, he checked the IV, which fed the sin the water and food he needed to live. After writing down something on his clipboard, and began to check the rest of the homunculu's body; his mouth, eyes, ears, chest. The only places he didn't check was between the legs. Ever since Ed had stayed for Envy's check-ups, the boy had grown overprotective, and hasn't let any doctor fully check the sin.

However, only when the boy was gone was when they were able to give Envy a proper check-up.

"Well, he's in good shape..," Brian mumbled as he wrote something else down on his paper. When he finished, he looked over at the boy, who was now sitting on the chair, hugging his legs to his chest. Edward looked like he was the one who should be in a hospital bed; hair pulled into a messy poneytail with random pieces of hair sticking out here or there, eyes bloodshot, and a loss of color to his natural tan skintone. He even looked skinner than the last time Brian remembered. "Edward, when was the last time you ate? The last thing Envy would want is waking up to see what condition you're in now..."

The boy remained quiet, his head on his legs as he stared at his boyfriend's sleeping form. Seeing that the boy was still not going to speak with him, the man sighed and left began to left the room. However, when Ed spoke up, he stoped at the door. "...He's going to wake up soon, right?"

His voice had been barely spoken, but the man had known what he said. Dr. Evans cleared his throat and fixed his glasses, the light reflected off of it to hide his eyes. There grew an awkward silence before the man spoke up, "...I do not know...Normal comas generally last about a month," he paused and looked back at Ed. "Envy has been in it for six months, with barely any responces to anything. All we can do is wait, and see what the future holds.."

"However," he continued, "if Envy indeed 'wakes up', he will mostlikely be a vegitable, and not remember anything...You will have to bath him, feed him, and make sure he stays heathly. Basicaly, he will be a life-like doll. He will start showing expressions; smiling when he's happy, and so forth. If everything runs smoothly, there is a possiblity that he will eventuraly gain his memory back."

"Unless a miracle happens, which just might with all of the miracles you have gone through, the other possibility is that he will d-"

"No..," came the quiet, but angry, responce from the angel as he stood up.

Brian furrowed his eyebrows in frustration. Young adults were always stubbern when it came to the truth. "Edward, you know that if he doesn't come out, the other possibility is indeed dea-"

"I SAID NO!" the golden boy yelled, and flung the chair he had been sitting on in anger. The plastic chair flew into the nightstand, and knocked over the vase that was on it. As if in slow motion, the vase fell and crashed on the ground, spilling glass, water, and the flowers Al had brought earlier across the tiled floor. Huffing, he turned towards the man in white. "Envy will not die...He will wake up any day now, you'll see! I'm so damn tired of everyone giving up on him! Even Alphonse is telling me to move on!"

"Edward you're acting childish," the medical professional explained calmly, dispite the fact that the boy was glaring at him. He was partly glad, for this was the first time he saw the young man show emotions. "No one is giving up on Envy, but you must be able to more on if he does pass on."

"...Just go," Edward mumbled, walking over to clean the mess he made.

"..." Dr. Evans gave the boy a stern look, determaned to get it through the teenager's thick-head. "Think about it, though. Envy wouldn't want you-" He was cut off mid-sentence as he felt something sharp graze his left cheek. Eyebrows furrowing in confusion, he lifted a gloved hand to it and gasped when he saw that blood was on it. Quickly glancing behind him, he noticed a piece of the vase wedged into the door.

Edward had thrown a piece at him.

"SHUT UP! You don't know...You...You don't know a damn thing Envy would want! None of you do...Now, leave before I aim to kill..."

Narrowing his eyes slightly at the boy, Brian made his leave.

Sighing tiredly, Edward finished picking up the pieces on the floor and threw them in the small trash bin. Putting the flowers on the dresser, he lifted the chair back up and put it next to the bed again. Quietly, he sat down and huged his legs again, watching Envy for any movements. "...I'm sorry for the fussing and loud noise..," He apologized, looking away once before returning his attention to the sin. With a pained smile, Edward reached over his sleeping lover and cuped Envy's face with his left hand. His eyes glazed with tears as he took in every detail of the sin's face, noting how sickly pale he was, to how his lips started to turn a light shade of purple.

"...I'm just so tired of it all...Everyone's slowly forgetting about you..

"I miss you...I miss everything we did together...The danger we were always in...I can't sleep without you...

"Wake up...Wake Up...

"Please...? For me..?

"You promised me...You promised..." Tears started to flow down the golden angel's face, and his automail hand griped the white sheets that covered his love. He was filled with anger, sorrow, regret and guilt. Slowly, Ed removed his hand from Envy's face and brought it to his side, where it formed into a fist. With a shaky voice, he cried out:

"Y-You promised t-that you would never leave me...!!"

A/N: This is a one-shot, but I would like to make three different endings. That is why this is so short. Everything will be explained in next chapter!

Thank you for reading! -hearts-