"MUSTANG!" a panicked scream burst through the office. It was Riza. Why was she so panicked all of a sudden? The colonel realized what she was holding. No. Who she was holding.

I her arms laid a blond, black and crimson mess. Blood staining everything she brushed past, leaving a trail on the floor as she ran. The precious cargo moved ever so slightly now and then yet from afar everyone would have thought it dead. Every time it breathed Hawkeye was scared it was its last.
The man was shocked to the bone. To see one of his subordinates, no, one of his own in such a state was torture for him. "Edward?" He said, not knowing what else could be said heck, he couldn't control the tone of his voice. He was scared. Not for the paperwork, not for himself. For Edward Elric.

"Why did you bring him to me?!" He lashed out at his friend.
"I didn't know where else to go... sir." she answered, scared of his tone.
"WHAT ABOUT A HOSPTIAL!" the colonel moaned. Without another word, the two of them ran to the car.

As the drive would have spent ten minutes of their time, Roy was not risking it. He sped as fast as he could and he didn't care about speeding, he cared for Ed's safety. Why am I so worried about him? It's not like this is the first time I've seen him like this! The more he thought, the more his foot pressed against the acceleration peddle. Every second was terrifying for Riza who still had the boy in her arms.
She tried to stop the bleeding when she found him in the alleyway but she was panicking on whether he was alive or not. At times like these she wished Edward didn't join the military, he's still just a teenager! At his age he should be spying on girls like a pervert and getting into lighthearted trouble. He should be drinking his father's beer when he's not looking and overdosing in coffee, not getting beaten up to the point of coughing up blood. Then the thought hit her like a hammer to the head. Where's Al?

When they managed to get inside the hospital, Lieutenant Hawkeye had to do the talking seeming as Mustang was fighting over which emotion he should be feeling. His face looked as angry as hell itself yet his eyes were truly petrified. At first she was a bit reluctant to see the boy's body being taken away from her but she knew that they'll save him... they had to... they had to! Ed's life depended on people she had never seen before, complete strangers, that's one problem Riza had with hospitals. She looked over at her companion who appeared as if he was having a mental breakdown in the corner of the waiting room. She had never seen him like this, he's always so calm and collected, even cocky at some times. He was so harsh towards Edward as if he was training a dog, quite Ironic being a dog of the military himself! The lieutenant walked over to the colonel and placed her hand on his shoulder to calm him down to tell him it's alright, yet the words never came out. It wasn't alright. Fullmetal could die at any moment!

"Don't tell me he's alright until I see him myself!" he said, almost reading her mind. "I don't want to be calm if he's in there suffering!". The words flooded the room. It was clear that he felt guilty even though it wasn't his fault. The boy was Mustang's responsibility after all and for him to be under the condition he was in, he couldn't live with himself. He looked up, ignoring the pool of water collecting in his eyes as the doctor walked towards them. The man expected the worse to happen, there was no chance to create a false sense of hope.
"We've placed him in his own medical room but he is in no condition for visitors." The man said.
"But we can still visit him, at least show me he's alive!" Roy started to complain.
"I'll take you, there's no point from arguing with a worried father."
Roy was taken back by the comment. "I'm not the boys father! I'm just worried about his safety." Dammit!
The man walked them to Edwards room. "We have tried to clean up the yet we don't want him to through any more pain, the tips of his hair has been stained a dark crimson by the blood."
No shit, Sherlock! Roy stood there. Speechless. The boy's body was covered in cuts, stab wounds, and any other wound you could receive. At least Hawkeye hid the worst ones when she barged his office!

Even though Fullmetal was unconscious, the Colonel gave him one order: "Don't die kid, at least not today!". He wanted to hold back the tears but it's quite hard to see where you're going with pools in your eyes.
He stayed there for hours, just staring at the boy's barely raising chest. Riza could tell that he needed to be alone so she left him there. Bad choice. The colonel didn't come back to work. He wasn't in his house either, no, he was sitting next the boy, holding his hand to make his presence known. The man never wanted to leave the room, Fuck paperwork, My subordinate is dying! He told himself again and again. The problem with war was the fact that was one of Mustang's friends were issued to the hospital, he prepared for the worst and it came running towards him. They're as good as dead. And right he was.

He had a spark of hope in his brain that led to a depressing chain of thoughts. Look, he won't die, he's just a kid! The fact that he's a kid makes it harder for him to fight to survive though? But what if he does die, the last sight he gets to see would be me? He won't even die with his brother. "Alphonse." the man whispered, realising the tin can was missing. He chuckled at the though of Riza carrying a suit of armor into his office. You're laughing in front of a dying boy... Well done ... you're truly sadistic! his thoughts teased him.

A/N: Hello, it's been a while! Sorry to say this but I've given up on the dorito and raven SO in case anyone wants to continue the story, PM me!
This chapter is fairly short compared to the next ones coming... hopefully! I'm trying to keep the minimum 5,000 words but if it takes to long to write (thanks to school) I'll let you know.

That's all for now
~Eliza