"It doesn't look like he'll survive any longer. We're currently reading no brain signal activity. It seems as if we'll have to discuss this ordeal with the Ethics Review Committee. For now, I can't say anything, but the burns on this boy are far more herroundous than anything I've seen." An indistinct mumbling can be heard, with the exception of 'he doesn't have much longer to survive' What did he say? Fullmetal is … Full- Edward is going to die?
A cool drift breezes throughout the rooms, and the soft buzzing of a summer night's insect only accentuates the piercing deafness in the room. The faint sound of the monitor pulses throughout the night. The hazy moonlight only emphasizes his harsh, hollowed features. If he didn't animate at bizarre timings of the night, anyone would doubt if he was an actual living being.
All he could see was pitch black. The flames that once lighted the path now tormented him to a screeching blindness.
How many months has it been? Two months or three? If…if only I hadn't done this! I killed the lieutenant… a-and I killed Edward!
As Roy held his breath, he felt a soft tug. Lieutenant? No that can't be right.
His eyes suddenly opened.
"What?" This… this can't be right? No way, his mind was playing a trick on him… it couldn't be.
"I thought you would be here."
It should have just been a normal reunion. He would have gone through it being eased and somewhat excited as usual, perhaps even pushed over a few times if Maes had good news. However, now whatever deity was up there was feeling was particularly malicious.
His eyes flared with anger, however, it was soon diminished when Roy realized what exactly was going on.
"What… what do you want from me?" Maes flinched at the hoarseness of his voice.
"Well there's a lot, but I… look, I just want to talk. I'm going to be straightforward here and tell you it as it is. I just want you to come back. You've been in here for months and no one has ever heard from you!"
"I'm okay. You can leave now. I'm fine"
"I'm not blind, I can see the way you look! You're not fine at all! You haven't even left the hospital at all, and the only time you do is when you're forced to go and clean yourself. You barely sleep and you look horrible!"
Maes' composure broke down. At first glance, he couldn't even tell it was Roy. Roy's hair was growing long, as it was greasy and thin. His face suffered razor cuts and was scabbed heavily. His cheeks hollowed as his eyes suffered baggage underneath them. He lost weight, as his once fit physique was now almost skeletal. His clothes were stained and hung loose from his body, as they were wrinkled and unkempt.
" Everyone is worried sick!"
"Everyone?" What a lie. "Everyone.…everyone?" A bitter sensation swelled on his tongue. His heart dropped and a wrenching feeling developed in his stomach. "Maes, don't shit with me right now. Everyone? Who's everyone?! Everyone I cared for is dead… and that's because I killed them!" His voice cracked as he fell to his knees. His heart ached as the thought he killed both Riza and Ed possessed his mind.
"What about me? Did I mean nothing to you? What about Alphonse? Havoc, Feury, Falman, or Breda? What about them? Were we really just pawns of yours so that you can disregard us when you're done using us?"
Roy stared blankly at the floor, unable to speak. What was he really going to say? That he couldn't face Alphonse because he had killed his brother? He knew the hell they've been through and yet he still foolishly let his anger kill another innocent person. Or was he going to tell his team that he couldn't avenge Riza and instead killed Edward? That Riza trusted him and died and he couldn't even do the least for her? That he was responsible?
"Was… was that really true?" Maes whispered desperate to hear an answer.
"Maes please just leave me, please. I can't deal with this right now."
"Can I ask you one thing? What about me? Did you really forget about me? Are you really going to forget everything we did? I know it's hard and I'm not telling you to forget, but please, at least talk to me."
Maes exited the room, and once again the eerie silence crept the room. As much as he hated to admit, Maes' voice comforted him.
Maybe he was right? Maybe I shouldn't be kept up here. But then again, I DID do this to Edward.
As Roy's eyes grew heavy, his eyes shifted to Edward. He fell asleep believing, for once in what seems like a thousand years, that maybe he can do more.