Cover my eyes
Cover my ears
Tell me these words are a lie
It can't be true
That I'm losing you
The sun cannot fall from the sky
Tears of an Angel—RyanDan
Their angel was falling.
He was plummeting to the ground too fast, far too fast for them to catch up and keep him safe. But someone would catch him, wouldn't they?
If he fell—
If their angel fell—
If Edward fell, what would happen? Not only to them, but also to the people of Amestris? Edward was the shining beacon of the country. He was the Hero of the People, who would watch out for the little people if he left?
Perhaps it would hurt less if they had a way of helping him, but there was nothing that anyone could do. Edward had lost too much in getting his brother's body back and now he was leaving them all behind.
Riza and Roy stayed by Edward's side for the rest of the morning and well into the day; being Fuhrer and having a gun-wielding maniac (mostly the maniac) meant he didn't really have to listen to the hospital's rules on visiting hours. Edward continued with his lapses in consciousness until almost noon, when he finally flicked open his eyes and kept them open for more than his usual minute. His golden eyes rolled about the blindingly white room before finally settling on the two blurry figures seated beside him. An unfamiliar sea of blonde rolled down the shoulders of a feminine form dressed in unfamiliar white. The figure, unrecognizable at first, was eventually identified as Hawkeye when Riza's sharp, red eyes frightened him when he thought a dangerous bird was watching him. Seated beside the now clearly feminine and ununiformed Brigadier General was a sloppily dressed black-haired gentleman with a streak of white running through midnight tresses.
Ah, Mustang's here too… He looks old even without a real face. What the hell's wrong with my eyes?
"Edward, can you hear me?" He couldn't see lips yet, but the voice sounded like a woman's—must be Hawkeye.
The young man attempted to speak, but all that came from his throat was a gurgle and a low keening noise after the attempt to speak hurt his throat.
There was rustling and the dark-haired figured moved out of Edward's line of sight for a moment before returning with something cold and wet that he slipped between the younger man's lips. "Here, ice flakes, they'll help soothe your throat a bit. Don't try to talk, just blink once for yes and twice for no."
Edward blinked once to let the man know he understood and also to answer Hawkeye's question from before.
"Do you feel any pain, Edward?" Mustang's lips were starting to come into focus and Edward could tell they were moving. He blinked twice; he was almost numb and that was nice, even with the hazy vision and mild confusion. He wanted to speak and ask questions.
Damn, I should have had Al teach me sign language.
"Ah, that's good," said Mustang.
"Do you need anything?" Hawkeye, of course, the forever helpful and efficient woman.
One blink.
"More ice?" That was Mustang. Edward had a bad feeling that this would turn into a guessing game.
Two blinks.
"The doctor?"
Two blinks and a glare.
"Growth hormones?"
Just a glare.
"Your girlfriend?"
Two blinks and a confused face.
"Alphonse?"
A pause with a thoughtful look and two blinks.
"Then I don't know what you want, Fullmetal."
Edward made his best attempt at a sigh and mimed writing something. Mustang looked confused for a moment before nodding in understanding. Hawkeye, too, nodded and rummaged through the bedside table and found a notepad and a pen that was lying on the table. She quickly gave him his tools and smiled when he brushed her and squeezed her fingers a bit before taking the notebook. Edward smiled back before sloppily writing a message in the notebook and holding it out for them to see.
What happened to me?
A/N: Eh, not really a cliffhanger, I just got tired of writing this chapter and wanted to continue the rest in chapter 12. So, I was reading the whole story so I could write another chapter and realized that this chapter was a huge failure…you know why? I'd already written in a previous chapter that Havoc or someone had already informed Alphonse of his brother's return. On the upside, this revised version is longer. My creative juices are flowing. I hope someone still reads this… So, I rewrote it and gave you this. I'm hoping to pop out chapter 12 soon as well.
I'm not a review whore, but they do make me happy and it lets me know if my original readers are still reading. Thanks guys for anyone who's either reading this for the first time or continuing to read. :)