So I asked your opinions, and the majority (like literally all of you) asked for a sequel. So, seeing as I'm such a nice person (I also feel guilty for my updates taking so long) I'm going to make a sequel, just for you guys. Probably. Maybe.

Alright, this is the last chapter, so review!

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Chapter Twenty Five:

Permanently Out Of Hell

Quietly pushing open the door, Roy walked into the small hospital room. Edward was there, sleeping on the white hospital bed, bandaged and bruised, hooked up to IVs and monitors that were making steady beeping noises.

Thank God.

He was safe, he was alive. Edward would be okay. Physically, he'd be fine. As the older man plunked himself in that horrid plastic chair that had been set up for him next to Edward's bedside, Roy couldn't help but wonder how Ed would be mentally. He had gone through a lot thanks to his father.

Would he be okay? Would he still be the same fiery Ed that Roy knew and loved? Or would he be afraid, reduced to a mere shell of who he used to be?

What would become of Edward Elric?

As he positioned himself in the plastic chair from hell, Roy grabbed the bandaged hand of his boyfriend, holding it tightly but gently as to not to hurt him. If Edward would just wake up blink those big golden eyes at him, laugh that he was an old man when his back made that strange popping sound when he got up from the chair. That's all he wanted.

He just wanted Ed to wake up.

And the raven-haired man didn't even notice his eyes drooping as he laid his head on the edge of the hospital bed, the sheets smelling faintly of bland detergent and the metallic tang of dried blood. His eyes closed completely, and he fell into a deep, dreamless sleep, the exhaustion finally catching up on him.

His eyes felt heavy, like they were stapled down. He could hear a faint beeping, and the crisp sheet that was spread over his body. And there was a warm weight pressed against his palm of his hand, long fingers entwined with his.

Curiosity consuming him, he forced his eye to open, and upon seeing the bright fluorescent hospital light, he quickly shut his golden eyes with a groan. Tentatively he turned his head and opened his eyes slowly.

The first thing Edward saw when he woke up -besides the blinding light- was Roy Mustang, holding his hand as his head rested on the edge of the bed, sitting in the plastic chair in a rather uncomfortable looking position.

Removing his hand from Roy's, he shook the older man's shoulder. "Roy..." Edward croaked, his voice hoarse. "Roy, come on, wake up."

Said man groaned before obsidian eyes blinked open. "E-Ed?" Roy yawned, before realizing who was talking to him and bolting upright in his chair. "Ed? You're awake? Should I call a nurse?" He asked frantically, grabbing Edward's warm hand in his.

"No, Roy, I'm fine." Edward answered, not wanting any doctors or nursing to poke and prod at him, asking him questions he didn't want to answer.

Roy brought Ed's bandaged head to his forehead, pressing the hand against his pale skin. "Oh Ed, I'm sorry. I'm so, so sorry. I shouldn't have left you alone..." His throat burned, but he continued. "This is my fault."

Now, the raven-haired man had been expecting angry shouting, furious remarks. He had been expecting Edward to yell that he was right, that it was all his fault and that he hated him and never wanted to see him again. That's what he was expecting.

But that's not what he got.

Instead, Edward shook his head, although he knew Roy couldn't see it. "Roy. Listen to me." Roy's head tilted upwards, gold and onyx eyes meeting. "It's not your fault. It's his. It's that bastards fault, alright? Don't you dare blame yourself."

"I'll be okay, Roy. We'll be okay." Edward said with a soft smile, his eyes glittering with determinedness.

Roy just nodded, dumbfounded by the blondes forgiveness. He had come such a long way, and he was such a strong person. There wasn't any way you couldn't admire someone with such inner strength.

"Hey... Ed?" Roy started, a smile finding it's way onto his face. "I love you, you know that?"

Blushing, Edward replied with his own smile. "Yeah, I know that, you idiot."

They would be okay. The road ahead would be difficult, and there would be many obstacles and challenges they would need to face. The scars left from Hohenheim would never really fade, the words yelled would never be forgotten. And although Ed had thought for sure that Roy would never love him after what had happened to him, when he saw Roy sleeping next to him, and the smile on his face when he told him he loved him, he knew that wasn't true.

He knew that Hohenheim was wrong. He wasn't worthless, he wasn't unloved. Ed didn't know how it took him this long to figure it out, but he knew now, and that's what mattered.

Many hardships were bound to be ahead for them. But even though it'd be hard, and Edward might never be the person he was, and Roy might never forgive himself for leaving Edward that night... Everything would be okay.

Because now they had each other.

End

Oh my, tears were actually pricking my eyes as I typed this up. Not because it was sad or anything, but because I've been writing this for so long, and now it's just... Over. It's like a part of my life is over. And to think I started this May 19th 2013 and it's now June 14th 2014. It's been so long, and I've had a lot of struggles since then. Almost died a handful of times, but I'm still here.

Thank you for reading this, and sending me your encouragement and feedback. I love you all.

Xoxo,

HDA