I slid down the bathroom door, collapsing on the floor. I put my head into my hands, trying to fight the growing sobs.

Flashes of Al laying in scraps of metal went through my mind. My tears fell onto the floor in a steady stream as I bit my lip, trying to do anything to make it stop.

The hole I felt in my chest screamed for my brother. My frame racked with sobs at the thought of never seeing Al ever again. His face and smile slipped through my mind, forever out of reach.

"Dammit!" I cried, slamming my fist onto the hard floor. I stayed like that for a minute, letting my tears fall into a puddle before I looked up at the sink. I wanted the pain to stop, I wanted to not feel anything.

I stood and leaned over the sink, staring at myself in the mirror. The bags hung from under my tried dull eyes. I felt empty inside.

I yanked opened the cupboard and pulled down a razor. "This has to end." I muttered, pushing my sleeve up harshly. I stared at my pale skin before I grit my teeth and lay the sharp blade against my wrist.

I slowly pulled the razor over my skin, watching the thin line of blood pool up as I slid it along my wrist. The crimson started to drip away from me and onto the floor.

I fell to the floor and let my wrist fall onto the cold floor. I stared up at the blank ceiling. It reminded me of how I felt inside.

The pain swelled up from my wrist, gracing me with some form of feeling. I wanted it to hurry up and drain. I no longer wanted to suffer, I wanted it to end.

"I'm sorry, Al. I failed you so miserably..." I mumbled softly to no one. I gave a sad smile. "And here I thought I could actually return our bodies. What a fool I am." I said.

I shook my head and clenched my hand as another wave of pain flew through me, making me smirk. "Fitting end to my pointless life, wouldn't you say, Al?" I said, chuckling as my head started to lop to the side.

The colors around me started to mix together into one dull shade. The only thing that didn't seem to flow was the shape of the door opening and a figure hurrying in.

I barely registered a hand on my shoulders and being lifted from the floor. I didn't care though, it was too late for help now. I didn't want it anyways.

"Ed...Please..."

A faded voice circled around me, luring me to follow it. I fought against the urge, I just wanted to let go.

"Don't give up!..."

I would've laughed at that if I could feel my mouth. What a stupid thing to say. I wanted to give up, what was here for me anymore? Nothing. Not without Al.

"You idiot...Wake up...I'm here..."

The voice came in and out of focus, I tried to tune it out completely. It would be easier to give up without that annoying voice pestering me.

I felt myself being carried and colors blurred together in a single line as I moved.

"You...Hospital..."

I felt a surge of anger flow through me at the word. I didn't want help, why didn't he see that? I wanted to die.

I felt myself being sat down softly onto a cold seat and I heard the slam of a car door.

"Hang on!..."

No, I want to die. Leave me alone, let me go. I don't want your help. Please, let me die.

I could feel the car stop and me being lifted once again. I could heard scattered voices around me in a hushed panic.

"Help him!..."

I wanted to punch whoever said that. It was pretty clear what my wish was. No one seemed to care.

I don't care though. They're too late. The darkness called me into its warm hug and I ran to it, embracing it. Every sense of feeling left me as the darkness swallowed me whole.

Then a light came out of the darkness, scaring it away until only tendrils held onto me. But they let go as the light got brighter.

I opened my golden eyes to Roy sitting next to my bed with his head down.

My wrists were bandaged and I had IVs in me, giving what my body needed to live. I wanted to rip them from my skin but I was too weak.

Roy looked up after a moment and his eyes widened. "You're awake!" He said happily.

He seemed relived. I wasn't.

"Yeah. So?" I said with some effort. I glared at him, making my point I wasn't happy.

"I found you on the floor bleeding to death. What the hell were you thinking?" He hissed after a moment.

"Well, it was pretty clear what I wanted. I wanted to die." I said.

I felt like running but my body wouldn't obey my commands.

"What? Why would you want to kill yourself?" He asked, thinking. "Because of Al, isn't it?" He asked, giving me a pitying look.

I glared at him. "Yeah. I wanted to die, why do you have to butt into everything? Why couldn't you let me die..." I said, looking at my white bed sheets.

"I won't let you die. Not like that. You have too much to live for and too many people who would miss you." He said.

I looked up at him with a deep scowl. "Who the hell would miss me?" I snarled.

He paused. "I would miss you." He met my eyes. "I would miss you barging into my office like a tornado. I would miss our bickering. I would miss you." He said.

I opened my mouth then shut it again. I didn't expect that from him. Why would he miss me? He hated me, always had.

He smirked. "Guess you must have thought I hated you all these years? At first I did. Now I come to like you and I think of you as a son." He said with a gentle smile.

My eyes went wide. "A son?" I said quietly.

"Yes, and I couldn't bare to lose my son. I wouldn't be able to live with myself. So you see, it's a chain reaction. If you died, then I die, then Riza dies. It just keeps going." He said.

I nodded silently. I almost killed myself for a moment of weakness. I almost left behind everyone who cares for me. Al wouldn't have wanted me to do that because of him.

"I don't want you to ever try something like that ever again. Do you promise?" He asked, looking me into my eyes.

I nodded, feeling tears tugging at me.

He smiled at me and pulled me into a hug. I let everything I'd been holding onto go.

Tears fell in a river as I gripped him tighter, sobs racked over me as he rubbed my back in soothing circles.

"Thank you for saving me from myself..." I whispered as I held onto him.