"Knox, please tell me that is not true" the voice was forceful as well as fearful. The revered doctor had never heard him speak like this; it was as though he was truly worried. He had known the colonel for eighteen years, it was long enough to know someone but it seemed tonight he would learn something more about the colonel. Dr knox pulled up his sleeves and sat down on the white rickety chair, facing the frozen figure leaning against the grayish wall.
"Of course it is true" he spoke as calmly as he could, the results had affected him as well but now it was no time for being pussies. He had to let the truth sink into the colonel brain regardless how painful it was, if the colonel rejects he would have force it in after all a doctor like him would have no problem in doing so. But it seemed that they would not have such disagreement now for he could tell, no matter how deep the colonel felt like sinking into the shadows the message is loud and clear for he was nodding slightly, collecting his thoughts.
"Is she awake now?" the colonel asks staring at the spot where the doctor was standing minutes ago. He brushed his hair away and folded his arms; the dark eyes darted across the room and met the doctors inquiring an answer.
"Yes, the drug should be wearing off right about now." Knox answered with care. The back rest of the chair creaked as he straightened out his back while his fingers ran along the edges of a thick black file. The metal door slide open, Dr knox nodded as the colonel left the room without much warning. Much like the way, he burst into his office during mid day requesting his help. It happened here too, he was drinking his tea when the colonel soaking with sweat enters without much of a warning, half yelling with panic that his lieutenant had collapsed. It was the first time he saw fear in that brats' eyes, but it may be too much for him to handle this time. The doctor closes his eyes which were strangely sour, for the first time in eighteen years he was praying.
The colonel pauses right outside the metal door, the hospital corridors were always empty at night, but could it ever be as empty as his heart right now? He slumps to the floor with his head buried within his folded arms letting cold air soak his soul. Up to this very moment, everything that happened seemed to be like a nightmare, as he could remember he was droning through that boring paragraph of alchemy restriction which she instructed to read when havoc came rushing in while supporting the lieutenant limp body. He remembers his heart skipping a beat as he dashed across the floor towards her. Finding that she had collapsed without reason according to havoc, he carried her bridal style and literally flew through all the corridors yelling for help. The colonel could have sworn that his heart could have stopped in sheer panic along the way to the hospital; he never stopped calling her name in hopes that it may retain some of her conscious. Even when they reached the operating theaters, he did not want to let go of her hands. He should have taken it seriously when she looked ill, if anything happened to her…
"Colonel Mustang, what are you still doing here!" the metal door had opened again, this time a furious Knox was standing from it. The colonel raises his head a little, this was not like him, and he was never a person to fall like this and not standing up again. What was wrong with him? A second later, he was lifted on his feet; it was definitely not knox who pulled him up. His eyes met with the hazel ones. It was havoc, who had grabbed his scarf and pulled him upwards. The colonel could smell the strong cigar.
"Good Lord, my boy, stop mopping around" knox spat with emotions, the colonel could feel knox strong hands grasping his arms shaking it rather violently. The colonel's cap fell to the floor with protest and then the shaking stopped; instead the cap was shoved back into his hands.
"Roy, please. Get a grip of yourself, if the lieutenant knows you are blaming yourself, she would be upset." Havocs voice rang in his ears with slight impatience, to the colonel that was the truth, he was indeed blaming himself. All those times he felt that there was something wrong with his lieutenant, he never asked. When did it all start? He does not know. It felt like as though he had been treating her as a part of a wall all this while…but it was true, the lieutenant would not want him to behave this way. It is not the end yet.
"Let go of me…" he hissed and havoc let go of his scarf, the colonel swiped his hair out of the way. He placed his hands on havoc shoulders- a sign of thanks. He dusted the dirt off his black coat and adjusted his cap. He looked away from his two companions.
"Knox, I be wanting that file." He spoke, with that sentence ringing he stalked away.