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Disclaimer: I don't own the awesome FMA and its characters. I'm not even renting! I am merely borrowing the characters so that they can act in this story! Plot's mine!

Pairings: RoyxRiza, Parental!RizaxEd, Parental!RoyxEd, Brotherly!JeanxEd and many others.

*Note: Please forgive me for any bad writing, be sure that you are in a well lit room and are comfortable when reading!

Warning: It's short...? And poorly written?

News

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With Edward Auric Mustang,
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His eyelids felt so heavy, like they were made of lead, and his head felt like it was stuffed full of cotton. His body felt numb, his leg was probed up by something (?) and his arm, the right one, was held into place. What was that?

He couldn't move, at least not yet. He noted that there were beeping sounds coming from his left, the air stank of medicine and sickness, his throat was raw and dry. Hm, now where could he be and why?

Then he remembered the school, Jean bleeding, the smell of fire and fear, the smoke and screaming, the feeling of hard stone crashing down and then nothing. So, now he was in the hospital... Great...

He opened his eyes and blinked a couple of times to clear his fogged vision. Yup, definitely in the hospital. Where was Jean? Was he okay? How badly hurt was he?

He glanced right, nothing there but a window and a line of chairs, then to his left. He saw a wooden door, another line of chairs, a whole lot of machines and then his eyes fell onto a person lying in the next bed.

It was his best friend Jean Havoc. He was lying on his back, head bandaged and with a plaster on his chin. He was still except for the steady rise and fall of his chest. Ed felt relief wash over him; he was here, breathing and alive.

He sighed quietly and looked at his arm, the left one was straight and it had a few needles stuck in it - and he shuddered, he hated those things! - and then he gazed at his right arm. It was locked into a ninety degree angle and wrapped in a cast. So that was the reason why he couldn't move it.

He looked further down and could only stare. His left leg was in a cast, probed up by a few pillows. Before he could look any further a nurse, with the standard white uniform, came in and gasped. He turned to look at her but she had already gone out the door.

Well, that was weird...

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Sunday, 2:19pm,
1st October 1942,
With Roy Mustang,
at Mustang Manor.

He was in the study, flipping through his files, searching for anything that could help with the case. Anything that would hint at who they were and how they did it. So far he came with nothing. Not a single clue, not a single thing that could help with the case. He sighed and pressed his face against his hands.

It was stressful knowing that the people - monsters actually - responsible for the bombing were still loose and dangerous. And those terrorist were going to pay big time when they get caught...

He leant back in his chair with a sigh and frowned. Those terrorist had hurt his son and nephew. He would make sure that they were dealt with personally. He would not forgive them for what they had done to his boys.

The doctor had said that they were both in bad shape when they arrived. Jean had suffered a concussion, a scrapped forehead, a twisted ankle and sprained arm. Edward had suffered a broken arm, a shattered shin and blunt force trauma to the back.

The doctor said that they'd recover but there is also a chance that it will not heal entirely. The doctor feared that Jean might suffer from memory loss. He might forget his past temporarily, some bits of it or lose them completely.

Just then, the phone rang. He grumbled under his breath as he pulled himself off his chair and walked out of the library to answer the phone.

He picked up the shiny black phone and pressed it to his ear before he said, quite tiredly, "Mustang."

"Good afternoon, Mr. Mustang. This is Doctor Matthews."

"Is something the matter doctor?"

The doctor cleared his throat, "Well, it seems that your son has woken up and appears to be doing alright."

He's alright? Thank Mother Tree that he is! Roy smiled. "That's great. When will it be suitable to see him?"

"We need to do some tests and visiting hours are over at six... but seeing the time and the amount of tests we need to do, I don't think we'd be able to finish before the hours are over. You can come over tomorrow, around ten would be sufficient."

Roy frowned a little but understood. They needed to make sure his son was healthy. "Alright. Expect us to be there at ten o'clock sharp, doctor."

The doctor laughed, "Will do, Mr. Mustang. Have a good day."

Then the dial tone sounded. Roy placed the black phone back onto the cradle. This was good news and he couldn't wait to tell his wife... who would be coming back in a few minutes with the groceries.

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Sunday, 2:27pm,
1st October 1942,
With Riza H. Mustang,
at Mustang Manor.

Riza carried the bag of groceries into the house and placed them onto the counter of the kitchen. She rolled her shoulders and immediately got to work of placing the groceries in the correct place. She placed the milk, vegetables, eggs and fruits into the refrigerator, placed the cereal, bread and sugar in the overhead cabinet and placed the dog food into the cabinet underneath the sick.

All the groceries placed in the correct places she cleared up the bags and when she was just about to place them into the drawer a pair of arms wrapped around her waist and pulled her against a very familiar frame. A kiss was planted on her neck and she smiled.

"I'm home, Roy."

"Welcome home, munchkin," she smiled. He had called her that when they had been courting and she loved the small pet-name. "I've got great news," he purred as he nuzzled his face against the back of her neck.

"What is it?" she asked, wondering what was so 'great' about the news.

"The doctor called and told me that our son's awake."

Well, that was very great news. Riza whirled around, arms firm around her waist as she stared at her husband. "Really?"

The forest child smiled lovingly at his partner and pressed a kiss against her forehead and said, quietly, "Yes really."

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