"You seem rather chipper," Mustang commented the next morning. Edward was sitting up now, and eating food again. "What did Havoc say to you last night?"
"It's the meds; and none of your beeswax." Ed stuck his tongue out before eating the oatmeal he was given. "This tastes like shit." (Having been to both a regular hospital for a week and a mental hospital, I can say that the regular hospital food tastes better).
"If you don't want to eat hospital food, then you shouldn't put yourself in the hospital," the colonel said, turning pages in a magazine he was reading. There was a knock on the door before someone entered. Edward's therapist, Nancy.
"Hello, Edward," Nancy greeted when she walked into the room. She hadn't had a physical appointment with the teenager in six months, as he had been doing better, and had only been doing phone calls to check up on him. That would change.
"Hey," Ed said. "You didn't have to come all the way here, I could have made an appointment at your office as soon as I got out of here."
"The doctors called me; they thought it was important I saw you as soon as possible," the woman said. "Hello, colonel. Could you please wait outside while I speak with Edward?"
"Sure," Mustang said, walking out of the room and giving them some privacy.
"I heard about the brigadier general," Nancy said softly. "I know you were close with him. It must be hard."
"I'm trying to work on it," Ed said.
"I also heard that you stopped taking your anti-depressants," Nancy mentioned.
"Flushed them actually."
"Why?"
The blonde looked down at his blanket covered lap. Why did he do it again? Oh, yeah…. "I hated being happy when everyone else was sad," he answered.
"But you know you can't manage your depression, Edward," Nancy said. "That's why you're on the medication. You would have gone through serious withdrawals if we hadn't gotten you taking them again."
"I don't want to be on them anymore," Ed said.
"Then you come talk to me and a doctor and we'll see what we can do." Nancy wrote down in her notebook. "I'm going to speak to your guardian and we're going to set up an appointment for you. If you'd like, we can talk about you being removed from your anti-depressants, but until then, keep taking them." The woman walked out, leaving the teenager alone for the first time since he found out about Hughes' death.
When Mustang returned, he sat down in the chair next to Ed's bed again.
"Edward…" the raven haired man trailed off.
"What?" Edward asked. He was tired and wanted to sleep even though his body had been vegetating for a while.
"I'm sorry I can't stop this."
Next Update: March 11th