Ok, so, this should be less…weird lol. This song is by The Rasmus, and they're REALLY good, so why don't you check them out while you read this? My computer is still slightly weird, so hopefully I'll be able to get the final chapter up next week.

The One I Love

Haven't slept in a week,

My bed has become my coffin

Cannot breathe, cannot speak

My head's like a bomb, still waiting

Take my heart, and take my soul;

I don't need them anymore

Winry couldn't fall asleep. The fatigue that had come with the pregnancy had worn off a while ago, and it in fact seemed to be doing the exact opposite now. Maybe it was the fact that Ed wasn't back yet, or the pain in her lower stomach, or the uncertainty of when it was going to happen- would it be within the next five minutes? Hours? Days?- but she couldn't keep her eyes closed long enough to make herself fall asleep.

It was her ninth month. She couldn't believe it had come so fast. She almost wondered why Ed hadn't returned, but knew that he didn't have any money with him (or, he hadn't when he'd left), so what could have been only a one week trip to get around the wall for someone with money could easily turn into a one-year one for someone without it. He'd need food and drinks each day, a place to sleep each night (and a hotel meant a shower), and maybe transportation instead of just walking, if he could.

Al had finished his doctor training the previous month. He'd had to leave a lot that month which he felt extremely guilty about. He'd wanted to call her so bad, and when he came back the last time, degree in hand, he was also determined to get a phone, which they soon did. They hadn't used it yet, but it was there, just in case.

Anyway, Al was fully certified to deliver her baby, though he kept hoping that he wouldn't have to. She didn't blame him, and she felt bad for it, but she just wanted to be there when Ed came back! She truly believed that he would return, that he was working on getting back, and if she wasn't there when he got back, no matter what he said, she'd be very upset with herself.

Winry thought about all of this as she tried to fall asleep. Al was upstairs in his room, sleeping when he once would have been studying, but the couch had become Winry's furniture of choice for the past week and a half. She often tried to force herself to sleep, which would often result in headaches, but recently, she found that if she just though about things and daydreamed, she'd fall asleep much faster. Which she did.

Hypnotized by the light

Silently rising beside me

Emptiness, nothingness

Is burning a hole inside me

Take my faith, and take my pride;

I don't need them anymore!

The Sun had just finished setting as Ed walked down the sidewalk. Nine months- nine months it had been since he left! But he was finally on his way back. He'd been walking for the past few days and sleeping in hotels the past few nights. He was broke now, though (they'd been a bit more expensive than he'd hoped), and since his home was only a little over an hour away if he walked, he figured that he'd be able to get there before Al and Winry were asleep.

Winry…She was going to be furious with him! But he knew that she'd forgive him. She always did. He wondered what she and Al were doing now. Were they staring up at the same beautiful night sky as he was, wondering what he was doing?

He felt guilt surge up inside of him. He shouldn't have left, he thought. The two of them must be so hurt, even now…

He felt just like his father. Leaving the woman he loved…But he wasn't going to be him. He wouldn't let Winry turn into his mother; he'd return before then. He refused to let that happen.

The one I love

Is striking me down on my knees

The one I love;

Drowning me in my dreams

The one I love;

Over and over again- dragging me under!

This bed has become my chapel of stone,

A garden of darkness to where I'm thrown

So take my life;

I don't need it anymore!

Winry was asleep, but it wasn't the most pleasant sleep she'd had. It wasn't unusual for her to dream of Ed since he'd left, though she'd been left dreamless for the past week or so. Now she was dreaming of him leaving, closing the door in her face as she called out to him. So that wasn't how it had really happened, but it hurt, even in her dream. So much so that he woke herself up, and sat upright on the couch for a moment, her hair loose from her ponytail and falling in her face, before lying back down again.

She looked at the clock on the coffee table; it had only been an hour and a half since she'd fallen asleep. (A/N That always happens to me. It's not even funny. I hate it.) Winry sighed and closed her eyes, resolving to get back to sleep again. Her eyes had only been closed for a few minutes, though, when she began to feel an extreme pain, unlike any she'd ever felt before. It felt like someone was sticking a knife in her stomach or…or…

She felt like she could be dying.

XxXxX

As Ed caught sight of his house, he quickened his steps. And he started running when he heard Winry's strained voice yell, "AL!"

So, will Winry die in childbirth, or will she be okay? You'll find out in the conclusion to this fic, "You Found Me": We went to the hospital. I can't even begin to describe how worried I was. I know I don't believe in any Gods, but please, just let her be alright…