Sorry that this is a short chapter and stuff. My brother and his friend took my main computer and I'm up in my hot ass computer room on this way old computer. Yeah I will probably rewrite this sometime after the story is finished. I'm hoping to get a chapter done every day or two, cause I have a lot of notes on Ed's illness and I hope to use them. Yeah you don't get to know what is wrong with Ed until the next chapter, cause I'm evil. I was going to reveal it in this chapter, but it seems better that I add small clues to what he may have in this one. Hehehehe, if you have any idea what it may be keep it to yourself, or private message me, I may tell you if your right...

So yeah, since it was a short chapter the title sucks, just called tired cause Ed falls asleep in the end, lol. Enjoy and favorite and review. I'm seriously happy that I got 7 reviews so far, the most I've ever gotten on a story. Thank you all and I hope I can get at least 15 reviews (that isn't so hard is it?). And thank you all for telling me things that are wrong with the chapters, have fun butchering this chapter, cause I know it sucks and there are probably so many errors in it.

Tired

As soon as the ambulance stopped I was rushed into the hospital, Mustang keeping a steady pace at my side.

"We'll get him into a room then see what we can do to find out the cause of this." One of the doctors said, Mustang nodded slightly.

"Do you have any idea what it could be?" He asked. I looked away from him, away from the doctors and at the ceiling. I watched as the florescent lights passed by overhead, blurring into glowing white squares.

"Maybe a bad case of phenomena, we can't be sure until we get a CT scan on his chest." I closed my eyes, regretting that I had let them take me here without a fight. I heard a door creak open but I only closed my eyes tighter, fearful of what I might see.

"Could you wait outside sir?" I heard a doctor address Mustang. I grabbed his hand tighter, like it was my lifeline keeping me tethered to the world.

"Don't…go…" I rasped, opening my eyes slightly. Mustang was looking down at me, but above his head an even brighter light glowed. I closed my eyes again, whimpering slightly in panic, "please…"

I heard him sigh, still holding my hand tightly. "I'm sorry doctor but I can't leave him alone."

"Okay, if you stay he might be calmer. What are your names; the woman on the phone didn't give any identification."

"I'm Colonel Roy Mustang and the boy is Edward Elric." I heard a small gasp from somewhere in the room. I was known pretty well in Central, someone here was bound to know who I was. I coughed slightly and opened my eyes, focusing on Mustang's face.

"Okay, Edward this may hurt but only for a little." I felt a needle in my arm, then felt it being withdrawn. I shuttered, holding back whimpers of fear. Then I felt a burning, like the doctor had injected me with fire. I couldn't hold back a shriek of pain, I writhed a little on the stretcher, eyes wild with fear.

"Ed, calm down. They just injected you with a dye so that they can see the blood vessels in your lungs better. Their helping you." I looked into his eyes, seeing something in them that made me stop panicking. The pain slowly stopped and I sighed slightly.

But my writhing had caused a coughing fit though. I sat up on the stretcher, bowing my head and taking the mask off. I heard gasps from the room when I hacked up a mouthful of blood onto my lap. The coughing continued, more blood running from my mouth.

"Ed!" Mustang yelled, gently putting his hands on my back. I heard doctors rushing around me, trying to get my coughing to stop. After a while I fell back onto the stretcher, exhausted and light headed. I felt one of the doctors replace the mask and I breathed in a ragged breath.

"So…tired…" I whispered, my eyes slowly closing. My chest ached, it felt like someone had parked car after car over it. I was still breathing but how long until my lungs just collapsed?

"Can he sleep; these coughing fits seem to take a lot out of him." I heard Mustang's voice from far off. Like he was calling to me at the other end of a tunnel.

"Yes he can, hopefully by the time he wakes up we'll have an answer." I sighed and let my mind wander, somewhere where there wasn't needles and doctors around every corner. It wasn't long before I gave into dizzying sleep.