Roy looked at the sleeping woman on the bed beside him.

It had been three days since the "incident" at the Bradley mansion.

Many had happened during these three days.

King Bradley was exposed as a homunculus, thus clearing Roy's and his subordinates names.

Edward managed to get Alphonse's body back somehow, but he still had his Automail limbs.

General Grumman had become Fuhrer as well.

Roy had been promoted to the rank of Brigadier General.

Everything had happened so fast. Everything changed in those days.

But Riza still hadn't awoken.

The doctors said that she had lost a lot of blood, and she would be out for a few days. If they had been some minutes later, she would have been dead.

He sighed and got out of his bed, wincing a little in pain. His wounds were still healing as well, and he was stuck in the hospital for a few days. Luckily, there hadn't been many empty rooms in the hospital, so they were put in their own, private room. And the two of them were alone, as all his subordinates were out, working their ass off.

He pulled a chair and sat down near Riza's bed. He noticed how peaceful she looked, unlike the mask she always put on. "She looks so beautiful with her hair down. She should wear it like that more often." He took her slender hand in his calloused one, gently brushing the hair out of her pale face with his other hand. "Come on, Riza. Don't you think it's time you woke up now?"

No response.

He sighed and, absent-mindedly, began caressing her cheek. They say it takes the near death of someone to actually realize your true feelings for them. And it was true. When he thought Riza was going to die that night, he suddenly realized why he pleaded with her to stay awake, realized why he would be shattered if she did die.

It wasn't just because she was a best friend.

It wasn't just because she was his Lieutenant, his bodyguard.

All that time, Maes was really his best friend. Roy really cared for all his subordinates, but the Lieutenant…Riza was a whole other story. He always had a special place in his heart for her. All these years, she had protected him and even comforted him when Maes was murdered. Somewhere in the back of his mind, he always knew he loved her, but never really realized it until she was nearly taken away from him. But he was always afraid that she didn't return his feelings. Even if he knew her better than everyone, this was THE Riza Hawkeye after all. But then, she did call him "Roy." Maybe she felt the same way about him?

He was snapped out of his thoughts when she weakly whimpered. "Riza?" He murmured gently to her. "Can you hear me? Open your eyes, Riza."

She lightly stirred before her eyes fluttered open.

"Roy?" It seemed she hadn't realized he was holding her hand. Or that she just called him by his first name.

"Yes, Riza? I'm right here." He smiled at her.

She blinked a few times, trying to register what was happening, before she suddenly sat up. "Sir! Are you alright? You were injured…" She winced in pain and clutched her abdomen.

"Hey. Calm down. You shouldn't be moving around. You have three serious gunshot wounds." He said worriedly, before pushing her carefully back onto the bed.

"But sir…" She began to protest, but he cut her off, putting his fingers to her lips. "Riza, I'm fine. Don't worry about me. You're the one who's badly hurt. You should lie down and rest. Or else I'll make it an order."

"Yes sir." She sighed and let him push her all the way down. "Well…He seems rather concerned; I guess he rally cares, after all. And he keeps calling me Riza as well. I wonder…" She winced again as soon as she lay down on the bed. He frowned. "How are you feeling?"

"Not too good, sir."

"Should I call the doctor? Do you need anything?"

"No, thank you, sir. That wouldn't be necessary."

"You know, you can call me Roy. It's not like we're at work or something." He decided not to remind her that she called him like that the other night.

"Um, alright, si-I mean Roy."

He smirked at her.

"Col-Uh, Roy." It felt a little weird, calling him like that. "How long have I been out? "

"Three days. Oh, and it's not Colonel anymore."

She stared at him, eyes wide. "What?"

"I've been promoted to Brigadier General."

She smiled. "Congratulations, sir."

"I see it's back to sir. Didn't I tell you to call me Roy?" He teased.

"Maybe it's because we're talking about work now, sir." She emphasized on the sir part, smiling playfully.

He gave her one of his trademark smirks, feeling unnaturally happy.

"So, what happened while I was out?"

He filled her in about everything that had happened in the last three days, noticing she looked a little tired when he had finished.

"Hey Riza?"

"Yes?"

"Should I tell her now? I don't know…"

"I'm really glad you're alright."

"Thank you. I'm glad you're alright as well, Roy." She smiled kindly at him, before trying to stifle a yawn behind her hand.

"I think I should probably wait, she looks really tired."

He smiled back at her. "I'll leave you to rest now, Riza. You need it."

"Alright, but you need to rest as well, Roy." She commanded.

"Fine." He sighed in defeat.

She lay back down on the pillow, closing her eyes. He gently bent down and brushed her forehead with his lips, before sitting back down in the chair. She opened her eyes in the slightest, "Good night, Roy."

"Good night, Riza."

She smiled to herself. Thinking, "Maybe he does feel the same…" before drifting off to sleep.

Another chapter! Sorry it took me some time to update, I'll try to post another chapter as soon as I can. Don't forget to review!