"I can't take this anymore!"
Ed yelled in frustration.
"This is bullshit!"
"Ed! Stop swearing." Havoc glared.
"I can't! This is boring as heck!"
Everyone rolled their eyes.

Ed looked to Russell who was sitting next to him.
"Russell?" Ed looked at him with fearful eyes.
Russell looked at him.
"What is it Ed?" Russell lifted his hand to play with Ed's hair.
"I-I'm sorry, I'm sorry for everything. I-if we go to jail, I'm sorry."
Ed then turned away and frowned.

"Come in boys." Said a voice, scaring the shit out of everyone.
"Ah, not you Havoc, Breda... just the boys."
"Yeah-but I found them." Havoc started.
He received a nudge in the ribs.
"Shut up, before you get yourself fired." Breda grumbled.

The boys sat down at a large table, the Furah sat across from Ed.
"So, Boys… Explain to me, what happened?"
Al, Fletcher and Russell stared at Edward, waiting for him to start.
"I'm not starting, and if I were to start, I don't want you guys being in here." He mumbled, crossing his arms.
"Alright, Fletcher and Russell Tringham, Alphonse Elric, please wait with Havocand Breda." The Furah ordered.
"What? You're kidding? I was only joking; I don't want them to leave!" Ed said nervously.

"No, you made that clear, now, boys, leave." He got up and shoved the other 3 boys out of the room, telling Breda and Havoc to keep an eye on them.

The Furah returned and sat across from Ed.
"Now, Ed, From the start. Tell me why you killed Roy Mustang."
"I-I 'idn't." He said nervously.
"I'm sorry, Mr Edward Elric, I must have mis-heard you, what was that?"
Tears glistened in Ed's eyes.
"I-He, He made my life miserable."

"What's taking so long!" Russell said frustrated.

The Furah walked out with Edward limping behind him, Ed also had red puffy eyes.
"You're all free to go. Havoc, take these boys home, please. They need rest."
Fletcher, Russell and Al looked at Ed who was trying to avoid eye contact.
"Ed?" Russell stood up.
"Mr Tringham, just give Ed a break for now, tomorrow would be an appropriate
time to talk about it." The Furah said.
Russell nodded.

"Alright, well Al, Fletcher, you're in the spare room, Ed, Russell, you're in
my bed."
"What about you?" Al squeaked.
"The fold out lounge does wonders, I must say." Havoc smirked.
"There is a shower in my room and one just down the hallway. You should all take a shower-Not together tho- well that's-unless you want to-" Havoc
stumbled on his words.
"Just be quiet." Russell blushed.
Havoc cleared his throat.
"Alrighty then!"

"Are you okay? Do you need help?" Russell asked Ed.
Ed stood for a second, biting his lip.
He nodded.

"Here, let me take them off." Russell said as he watched Edward struggle to bend over to take off his shoes and pants.
"I'm sorry." Ed said.
"I-I've never needed help, I just-don't." Ed sighed.
"It's alright, Ed, I know how you feel; Stubbornness can get the better of us sometimes." Russell smiled.
"Edward, would you stop biting the inside of your lip? You're make it bleed."
Russell said raising a hand to the shorter boy's cheek.

Russell turned the water on, in the shower.
He turned around and looked to the naked, extremely thin, bruised boy.
Russell sighed.
"Shower?" Russell said.
Ed nodded, holding out a hand for Russell to take, so he could get help.

Russell got a washer from the cupboard under the bathroom sink and started
washing Ed's dirty body.

Russell helped Ed out of the shower, dried his body and dressed him in one of
Havoc's shirts, which was more like a nighty on him. He then walked Ed to the
bed and laid him down.

"I'm going to check on Fletch and Al then have a shower, I'll be back soon."
Russell said stroking Ed's hair.

Ed nodded.

Russell walked out of the room and stood at the door of his little brother who
had his arm protectively around Al's waist. Al was snuggled into the crook of
his neck.

Russell smiled and shook his head, walking away from the doorway and back into
the bathroom.