A\N: Okay... just because I love you guys... *headdesks* DOING THIS MANUALLY. XD


"Yes," Roy repeated for the twentieth time that night. "Yes, there are two orphaned children in my home. The one is injured, and I need a doctor here immediately." Roy slammed his fist into the wall. "No, I do not want them admitted to the hospital! I just need Maes Hughes' family physician here as soon as possible!" He paused. "I've already told you my name is Roy Mustang! I'm a close, personal friend of his!" Roy slammed the phone down and pinched the bridge of his nose, calming almost instantly.

He glanced at the doorway and saw Al sitting beside Ed's fallen form and rubbing his forehead gently. "It's alright, brother. Mustang-san will take care of us. We'll..." He hiccupped, trying to hold back his tears. "We'll be... alright!" He collapsed on top of his brother's body, still trying not to cry. "He's not moving, Mustang-san! He's not moving anymore!"

Roy growled to himself, walking over to reassure the boy.

"Al, he is fine. Would you calm down?"

Then Roy took a closer look at Ed's face. There was no air going in and out. Then he looked at Ed's chest. It wasn't moving. Roy froze.

If he called an ambulance, they would see the automail and that would raise suspicions, not to mention the fact that Ed would be long gone by the time they arrived. If they waited for Hughes doctor….

Roy pushed Al out of the way and knelt down, opening Ed's mouth and pinching his nose. He locked his mouth with Ed's and gave two long, slow breaths, forcing air into the boy's still lungs.

He pulled away and placed his hands over Ed's chest, leaning forwards and giving five shoves before returning his mouth to Ed's.

"Al, call Hughes!" he said, pulling away and doing the compressions again.

"Who's Hughes?" Al asked, jumping up and grabbing the phone.

Rather than answer, Roy quickly spouted off the phone number before pushing more air into Ed's lungs. While doing compressions, he repeated the number to Al again, and the little boy diligently punched in the numbers.

"Hello? Is Hughes-san home?" he asked, obviously trying to keep the panic out of his voice.
Roy did compressions again, panting now as he was running out of air himself.

"I need to speak with him! I'm with Mustang-san right now." Al shook his head violently. "No, I'm not a prank caller!"

Mustang went back to compressions and shouted at the phone, "Put Hughes on you ungrateful son of a dog!"

Al put the phone back to his ear and nodded. "Hurry!" There was a pause, and then he said, "Hughes-san, I need help! I'm with Mustang-san and my brother is dying! Mustang-san couldn't get a hold of the doctor, and we need you!"

"Hughes, hurry or you're a dead man!" Roy shouted at the phone, completely losing his patience and partially wishing he had left the orphans in the rain.
Al nodded and then hung up the phone. "He's coming, Mustang-san."

Roy nodded, doing the compressions again, and then another breath. Then he felt Ed's pulse. He shook his head. "No good." He leaned back down and started the whole process over again.

The minutes seemed to pass like hours as Roy continued to do CPR while Al watched on nervously. Finally, Roy fell back, panting and gasping for air, and Ed still wasn't moving.

"Mustang-san, let me do it for a while," Al offered. "Show me how!"

Roy shook his head. "I can't—let you—do that. You're not strong enough." Roy felt for a pulse, and while there was one now, it was extremely weak and just barely there.

"Come on, Hughes," Roy grumbled to himself, pulling a marker out of his back pocket. He pulled Ed's jacket and shirt off, and then drew a transmutation circle right over his heart. He glanced at his hand, making sure the gloves were still of before snapping his fingers twice over the markings and then shoving his hand full-force into Ed's chest. "Wake up, dangit!"

Bluish white electricity coursed through Ed's chest, shaking his whole body, and Roy quickly removed his hands, not wanting to shock him for too long and risk damaging his heart or lungs. Ed moaned softly, his eyes fluttering a few times before finally opening.

Even though Roy hated it, he found himself breathing a sigh of relief when Ed tried to sit, obviously aware enough to realize he wasn't at home and he didn't know Mustang.

"Who are you?" Ed gasped for air, falling back down to the floor."That's not important right now. Stay on the ground, don't move, and don't speak. A good friend of mine with some medical education is coming over, and he can help you get back on your feet."

"…Al? Where's Al?" Ed tried to sit up again, but Roy pushed him back to the floor.

"I said keep still!" Ed stared up at Roy, who had his fingers in a 'snapping' position, ready to fire. "You will obey orders or, I swear, I will burn you to a crisp."

Edward jumped up, swooning a bit. "I don't have to take orders from you! I'm just fine, and I'm leaving!" Ed turned to grab the door, but Al grabbed him around waist.

"Brother! You're hurt! Mustang-san can help you, please stay!" Al stared into his brother golden orbs, and Ed stared right back. Roy cross his arms over his chest and harrumphed, not at all pleased with Ed's demeanor.

Ed shook his head no. "Al, we can get help somewhere else."

"But…But…."

"No buts, Al!" Ed shouted, and then stumbled back a bit.

Faster than light, Roy whipped his hand forward and grabbed the automail arm, disconnecting it and holding it high out of Ed's reach.

"If you want your arm back, shorty, you're going to have to wait here for Hughes. Besides, you owe me a new rug. You got blood all over that one." Ed glared, and Roy smirked. "It was Persian rug, too. What a shame."

"Where do you expect me to get the money for that?" Ed snarled, and then stumbled forwards, still uneasy.

Roy grinned, lifting Ed's chin and forcing eye contact. "I'm sure you'll think of something."

Ed jumped at his automail, but Roy just laughed at him, pulling the arm back out of his reach. Ed staggered for a little bit, and then fell to his knees.
"You…You…"

The door flew open and Hughes rushed in.

"What happened, what's going on, where's the kid, and do you have a wife yet?" Hughes demanded, whipping his head around and trying to find the reason he got out of bed and broke all the speed limits on the way to an old friend's house at three in the morning.

"He's down there, he got hit by a car, and no I don't!" Roy crossed his arms over his chest, glaring viciously.

"What's in your hand?" Hughes asked.

"Oh, this? This is what Ed will be getting back as soon as he decides to behave." Roy grinned at Ed, who glared, once again trying to get to his feet.
Hughes picked him up and turned to Roy. "I have very limited medical knowledge, you know that, Roy."

"Do the best you can." Roy shrugged. "We can't take him to the hospital, so you have to make do."

Hughes sighed, rolling his eyes. "Fine, fine. I'll work upstairs in the guest room."

Roy nodded. "Sounds good. Why don't you take Al with you, too?"

Hughes frowned, pausing for a moment before a grin spread over his features. "Oh, but there will be lots of blood, and if Ed's screaming and all… well, I just don't want the little guy to see his older brother that way. So why don't you watch him?"

"What?"

"I think that's a good idea don't you I thought you would okay I'm going to work now bye!" Hughes dashed out of the room, Edward in his arms, leaving Al and Roy alone in the foyer.


A\N: Geeze, I forgot how much I loved this story... XD Gonna have to finish it for sure now! :D