I open my eyes slowly, but close them immediately because of the bright lights of the room. I open them carefully again and look around me. I don't really understand where I am at first, but then I remember. The Promised Day, Father, the cut on my neck…I wonder for how long I've been sleeping. Probably a while, I've lost a lot of blood after all. I look beside me. There's an empty bed, but the sheets are all messed up, like somebody has been sleeping there not too long ago. Whose bed was it? Right, Colonel Mustang. But where is he? He couldn't have gone too far since he can't see anymore.

I get up, a bit too fast and I have to sit down again because I'm still feeling dizzy. I get up again, this time slower, and reach the door. I look to the left, to the right, but I can't see the Colonel anywhere. I began to worry. What if he was badly injured and I didn't know about it? Maybe he wanted to go somewhere and got lost, or can't find his way back? Maybe he's fallen somewhere? Oh dear god please let him be alright. Where the hell could he be? I walk in the corridor, slowly at first but then faster, because I'm worried that something could've happened to him and I'm not there to help.

"Excuse me, have you seen Colonel Roy Mustang?" I ask a nurse.

"Colonel Mustang? Oh yeah! I've seen him leave with a middle aged man earlier. He should be back soon, he was allowed to leave only for a short time."

I mumble thank you while I almost run to get outside the hospital. I open the front doors, not caring about the nurses behind me that try to get me to go back to my room. But I don't have to go any further, because he's standing right in front of me. He's not badly injured and he looks at me right in the eyes, with a surprised look on his face.

"What are you doing outside Lieutenant? You should be resting!"

"And what are YOU doing outside?! Do you know how worried I was when I woke up and saw you weren't there anymore? I thought…I thought…"

I can't talk anymore, because I feel that if I opened my mouth again, the tears will just start falling. And once they fall, I can't stop them.

"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to worry you."

He looks guilty. He looks at me like he doesn't know what to say and his eyes are full of regret. Then it hits me. His eyes. His pitch black eyes. He's looking at me. Straight at me. With his eyes, his beautiful, clear, expressive eyes.

"You can see" I murmured.

He smiles and his eyes light up. Now I can't hold back the tears. I cry because he's standing in front of me with a big smile, because we're both alive, because I am genuinely happy right now. I walk up to him and throw my arms around his neck. He's baffled at first, but then he warps his arms around my waist.

"We made it" he whispers next to my ear.

I back a bit to look at him, the tears still flowing. I smile.

"Yeah. We did."

I vaguely notice the rest of the team further behind him, but at that moment I don't care. We're alive, and that only matters.