Author Note: Double Digits!

"I've tied him onto the bed because he keeps trying to run away." Al mumbled quietly to the doctor.
"What exactly is wrong with him?"

"He doesn't seem to know who I am and he doesn't remember anything about alchemy. That's pretty bad as he is the fullmetal alchemist."

"Wow! I heard that guy was really good but kinda small. It's an honor!"

Al looked towards the room hoping his brother would run out and have a rant at the doctor like he normally would. No such luck.

"So what's wrong with him?"

"I don't know for certain yet but it sounds like amnesia."

"How long will it last for? He's a very important person."

"I know, and if there was anything I could do I would do it. However amnesia is very tricky and there isn't really a 'cure' as such but I should still have a look just to check."

Al nodded and took the doctor into his brother's room.

Ed was still writhing around on the bed. His hands and feet were tied to the bed posts with rope and a big stretch of rope was tied round his middle.

"Ed there's a doctor here to see you."

"Finally a doctor! Untie me so I can escape then do your mental test on him."

The doctor glanced at Al before coming closer to Ed.

"I'm her to check you for amnesia actually Edward."

Just then his right sleeve slipped down and he saw the metal.

"Holy crap! What's with my arm! I'm sure it's not meant to look like that!"

"Wow! What happened to him?" the doctor asked Al.

"It's a long story!" he said, "Please just do the check up."

Al sighed. He was quickly becoming impatient.

"You're the fullmetal alchemist so you must know a lot about alchemy yes?"

"Who's the fullmetal alchemist and what the hell is alchemy! Damn you! If you're not going to help then I'll just get out myself!" Ed shouted at the doctor as he continued to struggle.

"Yes, it's definitely amnesia." the doctor clarified.

"Thank you but can you please take your money and go now."

"One thing before I go," the doctor said, "The amnesia should wear off with time but if you need to change him back to normal and you can wait, you'll have to get him to bash his head and knock himself out again."

"Thank you." Al said again showing the doctor out.

"Goodbye." the doctor said waving and turning to walk back into central.

Al sighed and returned to Ed.

"Stay away from me freak. Did the doctor tell you what was wrong with my fricking arm?" Ed yelled.

"Umm yeah," Al started, "He said that it's meant to be like that."

"I think I'm going to have to trust you. For now." Ed said finally relaxing slightly.

"Do you remember anything?"

"I'm pretty sure I would have said something by now. I would have a chance of getting off the bed." Ed said tiredly.

Just then his mobile rang.

"Do I need to get that?"

Al shrugged but pulled Ed's phone out of his pocket and put it to his ear.

"Hello... what's my name?"

"Edward Elric," Al whispered.

"Edward Elric here."

"Okay..." the Furra said from the other side of the phone.

"Who is this?"

"It's Furra Bradley Edward?"

"Al it's the Furra?"

Al slapped the phone out of his hand and onto the floor.

"What was that for?"

"Hello Furra sir."

"Alphonse?" he asked a bit bewildered.

"Sorry about that, brother isn't quite himself."

"Well I'd like to see him tomorrow morning at 8. That's all."

Before all could say another word the line went dead.

"Oh no," he said a loud.