I'm back (laughs evilly) And you'll never see this one coming. (Announcer voice) Sudden Death! GO!

Don't own FMA or Smash Bros (which I stole a few lines from above). Enjoy ,and I doubt you need tissues for this one, FYI. And I promise this is the only other one that is in a hospital.

Death Type 02

"Well, today's just full of so many surprises, huh?" Ed said to Alphonse, earning a nod. "First Colonel Sarcasm was nice to me. Then Winry shows up an hour after I break my automail to fix it. Also, Scar has tried to kill me for the second time since I saw him. What's next?"

Al sighed and rested his empty arms on his empty knees, setting his chin in his hands. "Well, you're stuck in a hospital now. I think we've had enough surprises today. I don't want any more myself."

The two Elrics and Winry were inside a hospital room in Central's military hospital, Ed being the one in bed. Scar had attacked them earlier and broken Ed's automail (a rather nasty building fall had caused some of the screws to loosen and his port to malfunction from pressure), but Winry had planned on visiting them that day regardless, so she was currently working on Ed's arm as he lay in the hospital bed. His head and chest had been bandaged up, but the doctors had told him to stay in bed for a couple days, which he had protested against but eventually been forced to do.

"Stop fidgeting, Ed," Winry said, talking around the two screws in the corner of her mouth. "It moves the bedsheet around and makes it hard to fix all these screws and things."

Ed sighed and complied, lying completely still, or as still as a restless fifteen-year-old can get. He still held his nonmetal arm up and moved his wrist and fingers around in a patternless fashion. Al watched with a little curiosity as the automail mechanic worked on Ed's prosthetic. The one in possession of the prosthetic was starting to get very bored.

After a few minutes Winry snapped her fingers to get Ed's attention and then said, "I'm reattaching the nerves now. Try not to scream."

"I didn't scream when I was eleven and I'm not screaming now," he replied, but even still he grabbed tightly onto the sheets with his left hand. Al placed a heavy leather one on his brother's shoulder, but was brushed off.

Winry did her part and reattached all the nerves into his automail arm with one turn of the wrench, making Ed's small frame jerk for a moment. His teeth grit together in pain, but only a very soft groan escaped his lips. When he opened his tightly shut eyes Winry had out her tools away and strapped them on her back, and was waving.

"Call me next time your automail malfunctions. Or just, you know, call to check in. That'd be nice too, you know."

Ed nodded and gave a small wave of his own, and then Winry left. He flexed the arm that he had just regained feeling in and then grabbed the hospital shirt from the side of his bed and pulled it on. He and Al sat in confortable silence for a few minutes, waiting for the inevitable.

Sure enough, after a decent period of silence, the door to the room opened again and in walked Colonel Sarcasm and Lt. Hawkeye. Riza was there mostly to stop Mustang from tearing his subordinate apart. Which he would have loved to do so, or maybe just burn him to the bone, but she had taken his gloves away too.

"What have you been doing, Fullmetal?" He asked in a scarily controlled voice with anger beneath the surface. "I let you off duty for a few days and you manage to find a mass murderer and nearly get yourself killed! That could very well mess up my line of work!"

Ed smirk-smiled. "Oh, so that's all you care about, getting higher up on the ladder, huh?"

Riza sat down on the chair Winry had occupied seven minutes ago. Roy stayed where he was, still silently fuming, but now his voice was louder. "Of course not, I care for your wellbeing too! But-"

Al's soft chuckles and Ed's outright guffaws of laughter immediately drowned out the rest of his sentence. When he'd finally calmed down, Ed wiped his eyes with his metal hand and said through his giggles, "Wow... The Colonel actually caring? Never saw that one coming."

Roy opened his mouth to say something, fury dancing in his onyx eyes, then closed it and stalked to the far end of the room, pulling up a chair on the opposite side of the room from the golden-eyed kid and the tin can, lacing his fingers together and placing them under his chin, eyes closing as he tried to calm himself.

Riza smiled and looked over at Ed. "He tries not to show it, but he cares for all his subordinates, including you. He hates to see anyone get killed if he can help it. How are you doing?"

"Decent," Ed said, wiggling his left hand in a 'meh' gesture. "I could be worse off, you know?"

Al spoke up. "They tried giving him an IV but he refused it. Like a kid."

"Hey, Al!" Ed protested. "You know I hate needles, they're creepy! Plus they remind me of automail surgery and rehab and I am NOT doing that again. I have some very legitimate reasons for hating shots and needles."

"But you don't need to hate them that much!"

"I am NOT going to mentally relive a year of rehab! It was scarring enough the first time!"

Riza interrupted the heated but pointless argument. "When you say rehab, you mean getting used to automail prosthetics?"

Ed nodded, golden bangs bobbing up and down. The Colonel moved his chair up next to Riza's. "When you get automail, you have to get your ports in first. They literally put metal and skin together. If you're at a nice hospital in a big city, they can put you to sleep while that happens. If you're in a small town like I was, the automail places don't have enough money for the expensive equipment, and you have to be awake while the mechanics install ports. No matter how many pain numbers they give you, it still hurts like nothing else.

"And then getting your nerves rerouted is painful too. A lot of people have actually died from the pain of rerouting, or from being awake during port installation. Rehab is hard too, getting used to cold heavy metal takes a while. Part of rehab is mental, too."

"You went through all that when you were eleven?" Roy questioned. Ed nodded.

"Hey, come to think of it, you're being nice again," Ed commented. "What's my next surprise? Either Al's going to randomly get his body back or I'm going to get randomly stabbed."

"Careful what you wish for, Fullmetal Pipsqueak."

"PIPSQUEAK?" Ed yelled, looking around. "Hey, I know that voice!"

The nurse that was outside the door closed and locked it, then transformed into none other than the shapeshifting Homunculus, Envy. His purple, snakelike eyes glinted.

"Envy here, granting the wishes of a Mr. Edward Elric." And then Envy lunged forward, the knife behind his back becoming visible as it aimed straight for Ed's chest.

"NO!"

Three voices of varying pitches cried out at once, and four people did different things trying to prevent one thing from happening. Riza reached for her guns, hoping to distract the Homunculus. Roy and Al reached for him, trying to stop him from reaching Ed's chest. Ed himself moved his hands fast as he could to clap them together and do ...well, something, but in the midst of the slow motion all Envy did was smirk.

It was like a slow motion movie. The knife arcing through the air. Envy's maniacal smile. Ed's stoic, neutral face, though there was a great, hidden fear in his eyes. The silver metal meeting flesh. Roy and Riza's wide eyes. The dagger continuing further into Ed's chest. Al's small red eyes that somehow managed to show fear as well.

The reel of film sped back up. Riza reached her guns a moment too late. Al's leather gauntlet and Roy's hand touched nothing. Ed choked on his own blood, staining the bedsheet. Envy pulled the knife out of the wound with a sickening squelch, then ran out of the open window while everyone was in shock.

Ed's head hit the pillow hard. It was never to rise on its own again. His eyes were still open, showing the same fear as before, but somehow also some small bit of acceptance.

I was going to die eventually. It just happened a bit earlier than I thought.

Or a lot sooner.

And he was dead.

That happened, too.

"EDWARD!"

"FULLMETAL!"

"BROTHER!"

(Holding hands out) Behold, the Sudden Death. Most of this was just buildup to the actual death. If I had just written the death it would be like 200 words, so I elongated it. A lot. Anyways, the next chapter is going to be soon, so I'll try not to keep you hanging. See ya! (Shapeshifts into Ed and walks away)