Hey everyone! Still just Feli-chan. Sam-chan got grounded till Sunday…she's sad about that…oh well!

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…It's been 5 hours, since we infiltrated the lab. hI'm pacing in the waiting room of the hospital. The others just arriving, telling that Envy had escaped…

When we had infiltrated Lab Three, four hours ago, we had gotten to the alchemically changed wall, Hughes and Armstrong had found. According to a map of the Lab, there was supposed to be a corridor that leads to the basement. So we knew that something was definitely going on. The wall had just recently been altered as well.

Just as Armstrong de-alchemized the wall, there was a loud bloodcurdling scream, followed by a gunshot. It was a scream we all recognized.

I, myself, had heard the very same scream almost eight years before. On that stormy night in Risembool, when the two brothers had done the greatest taboo in alchemy.

I sprinted down the long corridor. I knew from the map, that the last door was the way to the basement. Hawkeye was right behind me, gun drawn, ready to fire. I slammed open the door, and promptly froze at the sight. The others still running to catch up with us. Hawkeye gasped as she saw what had made me stop.

Past the stairs there was red, dark, crimson, blood. And gold, lifeless golden eyes. A gaunt, pale, pain filled face, hair going everywhere, free from its braid. Clothes tattered, chained to the wall, bleeding, was Edward Elric. Missing in Action for the past six months. He looked so helpless, if the situation had been different, I would have ran to him and held him close that moment. However with his muscular chest exposed from the tattered clothes, you could see it plainly.

Fresh blood gushing out a new wound. It was flowing from his left shoulder. It was a wound from a bullet.

Edward was hanging from shackles on the wall, kneeling on the floor. As I froze in the doorway he had slumped down against the wall. On the stone gray wall behind him you could now see a rusty red stain, dried blood. Showing he'd been beaten before.

A figure stood not to far from the fallen angel. A figure worse than the devil himself. He was wearing a twisted evil smirk on his face. He was dematerializing into his original form. The person whose form he'd taken on, only he and my Edward know. What caught my eye however, was that in his hands still poised from being used just moments before, was the reason for Edward's new found pain.

My anger grew so great, it knew no bounds. Flames erupted from my finger tips before I knew it. And Hawkeye quickly showed off her sharp shooter skills on the homunculus that had hurt her surrogate kid brother.

I was sprinting down the steps, toward Edward. Alphonse had pushed past Hawkeye and the pile up at the door, and was running behind me.

I got to him and lifted his chin from it's resting spot on his chest, and stared into his half lidded eyes as Alphonse alchemized the shackles.

His once bright, determined, colorful, emotional, liquid amber eyes had drastically changed. His eyes shoed a broken soul, emotionless, and stony as the wall behind him. His amber-gold eyes had turned into a pale yellow, staring past me.

He was thin, pale, and frail. And for the first time, I noticed his automail was missing.

At that point Alphonse had freed Ed's only wrist and Edward's body quickly fell against mine, limp.

The next moment, there was a cruel chuckle among the gun fire. Unfazed, though a bit distracted, by the onslaught of bullets, was Envy. The bastard who hurt my angel.

Cradling Edward in my left arm, I poised my right and snapped. Envy was quickly set ablaze. However instead of screaming in agony, he was laughing manically.

All I could hear was the laughter and my new found love's harsh breathing. Knowing he would not last much longer with out medical help, I scooped him up bridal-style and ran for the stairs. As I ran past her, I order Hawkeye to call an ambulance.

After I had fled the scene with Edward, Armstrong and Alphonse had alchemized a large dome around Envy, while he was still ablaze.

The ambulance was waiting outside the Lab for us. Edward was a pale, unnatural white, with a sheen of sweat on his forehead.

Once the paramedics had him on the stretcher and inside the ambulance I climbed in. I sat beside him, squeezing his left hand tightly between my own. I stared at his face and flinched for him when they put an IV into his arm.

At the hospital it took three or more nurses to make me leave the stretcher to go into the operating room.

My Edward was going to be operated on…and all I could do is wait.

…It's been a week…he is in the hospital and I am currently visiting him. He is still so pale, and his beautiful golden hair is not what it once was. Its limp and losing it's beautiful golden sheen. It's odd, and awkward in Edward's hospital room. There is a table full of get well cards and flowers.

He is so quiet, and so…not like himself. Though, how could we really know if he's alright? He's been in a coma since the surgery. He hasn't woken up once…