Hi guys! So yea, I know i'm workin' on another story at the moment, but I've always wanted to write a story like this, and so here it is!:) I don't own:/
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Roy's chest rose, and fell, with every fake breath the machine pumped into him. The blankets lay snugly over top his warm, lifeless body.
Edward, stared intently at his dark headed lover, as if he were going to move, and he himself would miss it.
It had been three weeks, since. Since the accident. Three weeks since Roy had seen his adopted son, Alphonse. Three weeks since they had made love. Three weeks since anything had happened. Edward was starting to feel alone, starting to lose hope. Like his love wouldn't wake from his coma.
His heart sank at the thought of moving through the courses of life without his loved one. He couldn't imagine waking to an empty bedside, and empty heart. Hell he barely knew how to cook macaroni and cheese how could he make three meals a-day, for himself and Alphonse. He could see his reflection in the metal rails, he looked terrible. The dark circles under his eyes signaled that he was sleep deprived. His long blonde greasy braid, hinted he needed a shower. But he couldn't move. His days were numbered, the doctor had already told him, the chances of Roy waking now, were slim.
It was all his fault. If he hadn't suggested that they go swimming that day, Roy wouldn't be here. He would be awake, not near death in his wounding state. He would be talking, laughing, playing with Alphonse. If he would have just left the man alone, then maybe things would be normal, lifelike, his days unnumbered. Ed reached his hand across the jail-like bars that surrounded Roy's small hospital bed. He slowly rubbed circles on Roy's sagging cheeks. Ed felt tears slip from his eyes. He slid his hands down the older mans face, neck, stopping at his shoulders. He squeezed his hand tightly on his shoulder. More tears slid down his face, he squeezed harder.
The tears streamed freely from his eyes. He started shaking his hand, shaking Roy's shoulder fiercely . He leaned over, placing his other hand on the mans opposite shoulder. He shook the older man harshly. No reaction. He shook a little harder. Still no reaction.
"wake up..," Ed whispered, "wake up..Roy, wake up..," he said a little louder. "wake up Roy! You have a son! You have to wake up, now!" Edward shook gently now, "Please wake up...i only have two days left with you..please..please..," his voice died down to a whisper, and he couldn't stop the the tears that flowed from his eyes. He raised his legs over the stupid railing, and lay his body next to the unconscious man. He lay his head on said mans chest, listening to his faint heart beat. He listened to every fake breath the man took, humming to it, as if it were a lullaby.
"Al misses you, ya know," he breathed a heavy sigh, " He asks about you all the time, he asks where you are," Ed chuckled, " I told him your on vacation, taking a break from life. If only he knew how serious I was ."
Ed spoke, as a child would speak to his mother, as if Roy were awake. " I regret, interrupting your work. I should have just let you finish working. You should have said something, Roy," he said tracing circles on Roy's chest, "you should have said no. But," Ed hesitated, " I don't regret going swimming, cause' Al sure did love it. He can't stop talking about how good you swam."
Edward thought back to the day, they had ' Taken a break'. The way Alphonse's face had lit up, when he saw the deserted lake. The way he laughed, and played, and screamed, in joy not a care in the world. All the fun he had, had put happiness in Edwards heart. Never often did he get to have fun, outside of the house. The way he had cried when Roy hadn't come back up after diving in a shallow end, made him want to hold the young boy and not let go, as if life depended on it. The tears in his eyes, a look of confusion on his face as they drove home, without Roy, the sirens flashing in the rear view mirror. The way Alphonse had crawled into be with the older blonde, and cried on his chest all night, asking, "where's daddy?"
That day was forever embed in his mind, a tattoo of memories, of heartbreak, of hurt, of love.
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Ed woke to the nurse shaking his arm gently. He lifted his head from Roy's chest, wiping the excess drool from his face.
"visiting hours are over," she said, a sweet smile on her face. Ed Kissed Roy's warm lips, getting no response, slowly climbed off the bed, and started out of the room. He turned around to glance at Roy one last time before he left for the night, " I'll be back tomorrow, Roy. I promise."
Edward sighed, as his son ,Alphonse, curled up next to him under the covers. He wrapped his arms around the small boy, rocking him gently, back and forth.
If Roy didn't wake up tomorrow, chances are he won't, then this is what it would be like. Ed and Al alone in this broken heart home. How was Ed supposed to tell his only son that his step-dad won't be coming home? How would Alphonse take it? How would they make it? He could never find another like Roy. Never. Not if it killed him.
"Is daddy still on vacation?," Al asked a smile in his innocent features.
" Yes daddy's still on vacation."
" When will we he be back?," Al asked curiosity in his eyes. Ed hesitated. He didn't want to lie to his son, but he didn't want to wound him with the truth. His son was only four years of age, barely old enough to wipe his own behind, he couldn't imagine how said boy would take it. He could only imagine, the look of pain and confusion, like the day at the lake, that may cross his face. The tears that may escape his eyes.
"I don't know," Ed replied softly. The air grew heavier and started squishing them, or maybe it was just Ed. He felt the sudden urge to lighten the mood.
"come on Al," he said, pulling the boy closer, "lets go to sleep."
"Or what?" the young boy challenged.
" Or...or the tickle monster will get you!" he said tickling his son with delight. The boy laughed out into the empty room, making his father feel a little better. He lay his head, on his dads chest, and started dozing off to sleep. Edward stroked the boys long golden hair, until he heard soft snores coming from the boy.
He looked over the boys features. Roy had always said Al had the same beautiful features as Edward, making him just as beautiful. Edward thought he looked like his mother, Winry. Whom had passed away while giving birth to Alphonse. She never even got to meet him. She would have loved him. Of course Roy was close to the family and had been there during hardships. Edward had started to take a certain liking to the strange man. They got married two years later, Al being three at the time. He was the closest thing to a mom he had, and now he was losing him too. Maybe Edward was the only one for Alphonse. The only one whom was supposed to appear in his life, as a mother, and father figure. He brushed a strand of hair out of his sons face, and smiled. "She would have loved you."
he slowly slid from under the small boy, and made his way to the small bathroom that was connected to his room. He shut and locked the door behind himself, and braced himself on the sink, looking at the foreign boy in the mirror. This wasn't him. His hair still held the grease, his face still the exhaustion, and his heart, still the breakage. He turned the water on, and ran his hands under the cold flow that came from the faucet. He splashed his face with water, waking himself from his trance.
He felt the first tears come as the slowly slid down his cheeks. He couldn't hold back the sobs that escaped his throat, and he quietly sank to his knees. He clasped his hands together, and held them to his forehead.
"Please," he sobbed, "Don't take him from me..He's all I have left, you can't take Roy from me. Please, if...if you don't take him, I'll..I'll be a better person. I'll help Roy wit work more, I'll curse less, Just please don't take him.." Edward pleaded with all of his heart. He couldn't stand to lose Roy, Not after he had already lost Winry. If he lost Roy, his life would be an endless maze, he would always struggle to find his way to safety. Roy couldn't leave him. Not now. Not ever.
Well there it is! Hope you enjoyed it.
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-LLS