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Chapter 10

Roy carefully adjusted Ed so he was lying on the couch with his head on a pillow before standing up. He sighed. He had no idea that him going to war would effect Ed that much. Ed never broke down in tears. Never. He only did today because he was worried that Roy would have died on the battle field. He pulled the small blanket over Ed's frail body and turned to find Hawkeye standing in the hallway.

"How is he?" She asked quietly.

Roy glanced down at the sleeping boy on the couch and sighed. "He's sleeping now."

Hawkeye walked overs she had a clear view of Ed and looked up at Roy, her eyes connecting with his. "He's become really close to you, hasn't he?"

"You could say that. Never really thought much about it, though." Roy shrugged and sat down in the chair across from the couch. In his sleep, Ed rolled over and mumbled a few incoherent words under his breath before settling down again.

"Have you gotten a room ready for him yet?" Hawkeye asked.

"Well, the thing is, the only spare room I have is inhabitable by man. I don't think it's safe in their. Toxic air, avalanches, that kind of stuff. Ed's been sleeping on my couch so I haven't really thought about it."

Hawkeye sighed. "Don't you think an actual bed would be better?"

Roy shrugged. "I've slept on couches plenty of times before. It's not that bad. If he wants to sleep in a bed he can use mine. I don't mind sleeping on the couch or floor."

Hawkeye sighed and looked down at Ed. Roy got out of his chair and knelt beside the sleeping boy. He pushed the stray strands of hair out of his face and sighed. A part of him wondered if Ed was ever going to go back to his normal self. He's been through so much in the past little while that Roy wouldn't be surprised if Ed acted like this for the rest of his life.

The room was cold. Ed shivered and tried to push further beneath the blanket. He hated the cold and why did it have to attack him now. What's worse is that he has no damn arms. One was gone and the other was broken. If only he could use alchemy. He knew some medical Alchemy but he was unable to clap with one broken hand. He sighed and buried his face beneath the pillow.

"Are you awake?" A voice asked from somewhere off to the side of the room.

Ed nodded and felt a hand on his shoulder. He jumped but settled down quickly, realizing that it was only Roy.

"Colonel, where am I?" Ed asked, wishing more than ever that he could see.

"You're in my room," he replied simply without removing his hand from Ed's shoulder. "You fell asleep on my couch and I thought that you would want a more comfortable place to sleep."

Ed smiled. "Thanks, the bed's comfy."

Roy ran his hand through Ed's hair but the blond didn't care, in fact, he rather enjoyed it and found it comforting. He sat up awkwardly and rose out of bed. He felt Roy's hand on his shoulder tighten and he hoped that he wouldn't remove it.

"Are you hungry" He asked.

Ed shook his head. "Can you call Al for me? I need to ask him something."

"Of course," Roy said. "Let's go downstairs."

Ed nodded and allowed Roy to lead him downstairs. The trip down the stairs was nerve racking but they finally made it down without breaking any bones. Ed sat on a chair while Roy made the call. In a few minutes Roy walked back into the room and sat beside Ed.

"I called Al like you asked," he told him. "He said he's coming over and will be here in about ten minutes. Hawkeye's coming as well."

Ed's response was a nod of his head. He didn't care if Hawkeye came. She was nicer than the other men on Roy's team and she didn't reek of cigarette smoke like Havoc did. Roy wrapped his arm around him and drew Ed closer to him. Ed was startled for a brief moment before relaxing and allowing himself to lean against Roy. He was warm and Ed pushed himself closer to the warmth. He let his head rest against Roy's shoulder and he felt exhaustion settle over him. Even though he just woke up from sleeping for many hours he still felt tired. Perhaps his body was making him tired. He wanted to stay there in that spot, lying on the couch with Roy forever. The knock on the door ruined everything when Roy stood up.

"I'll be right back. I'm just going to answer the door," Roy said, letting Ed know where he was going so it wasn't like he was just disappearing. Ed heard the door open and Al's familiar metallic voice rang out through the house.

"Brother, I'm so glad that you're alright," Al said with a sigh when he walked into the room Ed was in.

"Hey, Al," Ed said, tiredness coating his words. "Didn't you study medial Alchemy once?"

"Yeah," Al replied.

"Then do you think you'll be able to speed up healing my arm?" He asked.

"Uh, I'll try." Al sounded nervous as he answered. Ed ignored it and held out his left arm. He felt Al undo the bandages that covered his skin and he heard the armor clap his hands together. "Here goes."

Ed never saw the Transmutation but he heard the familiar sparks and knew that Al was in the middle of the Transmutation. It lasted several seconds but when it finally ended Ed tested out his arm. It was stiff but his fingers moved. His wrist, yes. He finally had one working arm and gave Al a thumbs up and smiled.

"Thanks Al, I finally have an arm," Ed said cheerfully. It was driving him crazy not having a working arm and now he was finally able to eat on his own without using his feet.

"Glad I could help." There was a pause before Al continued, "How have you been lately?"

"Fine, I guess." Ed shrugged and leaned against the back of the couch. He didn't want to tell Al that he had been lying on the couch with the Colonel since he arrived at this house. "I'm pretty tired though."

"Do you want to have a nap?" Al suggested. "I don't mind. I'll leave if you want?"

Ed shook his head. "No, I'm fine."

Roy walked back into the room and took a seat on the couch beside Ed. Ed leaned into him, forgetting that Al was there. Roy wrapped his arm around him and Ed's newly healed hand held his shirt loosely as he lay there, wrapped in Roy's warmth. Someone pulled a blanket over him and he pulled it around him. He didn't care if Al was there, he would have found out sooner or later. Every one of Roy's subordinates knew so why shouldn't Al?

There was another knock on the door but Ed figured that Al answered it instead of Roy because he heard someone else walk into the house and a loud 'aww' sounded in the otherwise silent house.

Ed recognized that voice. Why did Havoc of all people have to come?

"Who knew that the chief had a soft side," he said in a sweet voice. "This is so sweet, I have to borrow Hughes camera."

"Havoc can you shut up," Roy snarled.

Havoc never made a sound again after that and Ed figured that he backed down at the angered tone in Roy's voice.

"Colonel," Ed heard Hawkeye say. "I brought you your paperwork for you to work on. The fuhrer wants them tomorrow so I suggest that you get them done quickly."

Roy sighed loudly. "I hate paperwork," he muttered.

"And I hate reports," Ed spoke up, alowing Roy a few lighthearted laughs. Ed's face turned a bright shade of red at the laughter.

"Sorry, Ed, but you still have to do them," Roy said and Ed pouted.

"Give me a break," he muttered. "I'm the one who ends up in the hospital every time I have to do one your damn missions and I'm still expected to hand in a damn report."

"We'll talk about this later," Roy said gently.

Ed pouted but decided to listen to Roy and pester him about the reports later. Boy, the Colonel was in store for quite a lecture later on. Ed grinned as he slowly planned what he was going to say, or most likely yell.

"How's the chief?" Havoc asked suddenly.

"I'm fine," Ed muttered crossly. Why did everyone have to think something was wrong just because he was blind or in the hospital?

Roy stood up and adjusted Ed on the couch before walking across the room. He stopped somewhere and Ed heard whispering. He strained to hear what was being said but he only caught one word that Roy said, "blind."

The whispering stopped and Ed felt hope springing to life. Maybe Roy finally found a way to get his vision back? He heard Roy walking over to him and he placed a hand on his shoulder. What he said made Ed both grateful and scared.

"Ed," he began, his voice serious. "I know how to get back you're eyesight. But it will require surgery and I'm not sure if you want to go through with it."

Ed sat up and nodded. "I survived automail surgery. How bad can it be. And don't they knock you out before? I don't care if they do that to me."

Roy pulled Ed closer to him and embraced him in a hug. "I've talked to many doctors and if you you want to have the surgery it's scheduled for tomorrow at noon."

"I'll do it," Ed said. "I don't care what the cost is, I want to be able to see again."

Roy ran his hand through Ed's ruffled hair. "I know. But once you decide there's no backing down."

Ed nodded with a whole new found determination. "I've already made up my mind. We're doing it tomorrow at noon."

A/N...Thank you for all of your reviews the last chapter, I really appreciated them. Okay, so as I was writing this chapter I made a mistake in one of my sentences. It was the part right after Havoc came and it was suppose to go like this- "Ed's face turned a bright shade of red." But when I wrote it this happened- "Ed's face turned a bright shade of Roy." I don't know how Ed's face can turn a bright shade of Roy but who knows, maybe it can happen...? And as Greed likes to say, "Nothing is impossible."