Got an angel,
She doesn't wear any wings,
She wears a heart that can melt my own,
She wears a smile that can make me wanna sing
Angel~ Jack Johnson
"What's the last thing you remember, Fullmetal?"
More sloppy scribbling was scrawled across the paper and then: in the car, it hurt
"Hm, it's good that you remember that far. You started coughing up blood and then you fainted on us. What is going on, Fullmetal?"
Time's running out. Edward's next note read.
"I don't understand, Fullmetal." Mustang's face was concerned, yet angry at the same time. "Your Teacher lived for a very long time with the same condition."
Gave more. Gate HATES me.
"More organs or something else?"
Something else.
"What else, Fullmetal?" Mustang was getting annoyed very quickly. The concern that had been on his face just moments ago had disappeared, only to be replaced with rage.
Time.
"What do you mean, Edward?" Wonderful Hawkeye, interrupting before Mustang could yell.
Time to live.
Mustang stared at the younger man in shock for a moment before his face turned red with anger (perhaps fear), then to purple, and back to red.
And then there was an explosion of motion that no one had been expecting. As fast as a blink of an eye, Mustang snatched Edward from his hospital bed and had him dangling in the air beside it.
"YOU GAVE WHAT?" Mustang screamed before breathing heavily and glaring at Edward. "You're joking, aren't you? This isn't the time to play games, Fullmetal. You're dying, what—"
The Fuhrer's rant was cut short by the look Edward had focused on him.
"I'm not," Edward mouthed, frowning. "Put me down."
The Fuhrer, surprisingly, lowered his young subordinate back onto his hospital bed gently and covered him with his sheet.
"Explain, Edward," was all the man said before sitting back in his chair.
The pen and paper were handed back to Edward and he continued to scribble his messy messages to his visitors.
I was dying already. Was sick. Gave up my time.
"Ed… What? Why didn't you tell us? Why didn't you come to me?"
Edward stayed silent and pointedly ignored Roy's gaze by staring out the window before Roy rudely gripped his face and demanded eye contact.
"Edward… Please, don't shut us out now," Roy whispered. "I need you to talk to me."
"I didn't want to worry you," Edward whispered, even softer. "I didn't want…" He took a deep breath before continuing. "I didn't want to be useless."
A/N: Sorry it was so very short! In case you didn't already notice, I revised chapter 11 to fix a terrible mistake. So, I'm terribly sorry for these horrible waits and short chapters. But hey, you're getting at least two in one year! I probably shouldn't be so happy about that, but it's a struggle.