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Hospital Rush

A/N: I decided to post this chapter a bit early cause everybody reviewed me the night I put up the last one, so, I didn't see any point in waiting for more. Imagine my surprise when I woke up the next morning and had a stack of reviews, I was like… eh? WOW! THAT WAS FAST! I was sooo happy. (laugh) I actually clapped. Heh. On with the story now!

Mustang's POV

As Ed's pained eyes stare at me in confusion my stomach twists, and I want so badly to take back what I'd said… what I'd done. When he told me he loved me I should have turned him down, I never should have encouraged him. The only thing is…… I love him too… but… I'm a teacher, he's my student. I'm 23, he's 17. I could get fired, or worse… get him expelled, ruin his chance of ever making it any where, of ever being someone important….of ever being… happy? How could he have possibly been happy with me? … It's not plausible. I'll just have to suck it up and keep it inside. I'll do this because I love him, not because I don't.

"Ed… please leave."

My heart screamed as I said those words, and as tears ran down his face I wanted to let loose as well, and the instant he was out the door… I did. Lying in the middle of my floor, nearly drowning in my own tears, I waited for the explosive call I knew Russell would send me. After twenty minutes and no call I began to wonder if something was wrong.

Deciding to call Russell myself and get it over with, as well as to check up on Ed, I went to my study and got out my list of all my students' personal information. As the phone rang I wiped the remaining tiny rivulets of water from my cheeks and cleared my throat, so that I'd be prepared with a calm voice.

" 'llo?"

"Russell? This is Mustang-san…"

I'm interrupted as Russell quickly asks, "How's Ed? Can I speak to him?"

My heart stops beating and I find myself gasping for air. Hastily thinking of something, I hurriedly reply, "He's sleeping right now. I just wanted to tell you that he'd be home a bit later tonight."

A pause on the other end of the phone leaves me anxiously wondering if he believes me, and silently wishing he'd hurry and leave so that I could go search for Ed. I can hear the irritation in his voice as he replies before hanging up. As soon as I hear the line disconnect I slam the phone back down on its hook. Rushing into my room, I grab an old gray t-shirt and pull it over my head, my previous shirt had been discarded somewhere during the earlier activities between Ed and I. I whip my coat off the hanger in the corner and thrust my arms through the holes while grabbing my keys and sprinting outside to jump into my awaiting car.

I speed wildly down the highway, going in the opposite direction of Ed's apartment. I have to guess every road to take because I apparently don't know where he's gone or where he was headed. I just hope I can find him in a better state than my mind is leading me to imagine.

I scan multiple back roads for any sign of him. Rounding a bend in the road, I groan loudly as I see Ed's crashed car molded into the metal railing. It was difficult for me to discern at first glance where the car ended and the railing began.

Quickly throwing my car into park off the road, I rush across the deserted street and to the driver's side door. Glancing in, I see no sign of Ed. Scanning quickly in panic, my eyes catch on the broken windshield. I suck in my breath through clenched teeth, causing a high pitched whistling sound to emit, before bolting over the railing and half running, half sliding, my way down to the bottom.

After regaining my balance I nearly step directly on Ed's completely exposed chest. Bending down, I worriedly check his prone form. His arms, chest, face, and I'm sure his legs too, are slashed numerous times. Scarlet ribbons of blood are trailing their hideous ways down his tortured flesh. His shirt is ripped to shreds and his jeans have huge torn holes all along the pant's legs. His eyes are closed and his breathing is short, tortured, and ragged. At this moment my heart felt as though someone held it in their hand and were squeezing it for all they were worth.

Quickly collecting his small fragile body in my arms, I walk back to my car and gently place him in the backseat. Flipping open my cell, I call both the emergency room and Russell to inform them of Ed's dangerous condition. As I speed through the rain towards the hospital I continue to take quick glances back at Ed's motionless body, and wish over and over again in my head that he'll be ok.

'I don't care what god, what supreme deity does it, but someone… please, save him!'

For the second time in two days I'm thrown back into a state of nostalgia. It was a cold night in the middle of February. It was 34 degrees Fahrenheit outside, just enough to keep the heavily falling precipitation rain, instead of a lighter snow or even ice. I was with the man I loved, the man who I had followed into the army. He was 20, I was 16. His dream was to save the world, mine was to be with him, but his dream soon became mine as well. I wanted to do anything and everything for him. I would have gladly given my life for him, and I fantasized about the day I would snatch him from the treacherous claws of death, then he'd be eternally grateful and fall in love with me… BUT… that wasn't to happen.

As fate would have it, on that cold night in February we were ambushed by the Krauts. Running, Maes Hughes and I, made it to the dense forests. As our battalion was slaughtered I screamed at Maes that we had to go back. We had to save our comrades. Turning away from him, I began to run back, but Maes's outstretched hand clamped down on my wrist and twirled me back around. Pushing me flat to the ground, he crouched over me protectively as the sound of metal struck the trees around us. After the hail of bullets turned in another direction we both stood up slowly and began to make our way silently away from the battle scene. It's too late for our friends.

Maes tenses and stops while throwing out his arm to push me behind his back. I can't think about anything except the feel of his body in front of me. Without thinking, I say loudly, too loudly, "Maes, I love you!"

As he swings around to face me I lean up and capture his lips with my own. His eyes widen in surprise as we hear the sound of a rifle not too far off.

His body lunges forward as the bullet pierces his back and stops in his heart. Blood spurts from his open mouth into mine, and as it flows over my tongue and streaks out past my lips and down my chin I fall down upon my knees holding his lifeless body in my trembling arms.

Silent tears make their way down my pale face. Gathering Maes's larger body in my arms, I make my way, as quickly as possible, back to the base. The rest of that night, and for several days and nights afterwards, nothing reached me. I walked around in a world of complete and solitary darkness… I don't remember anything that happened.

Snapping back to the present, I haphazardly pull into the emergency section of the hospital. As the nurses wheel Ed down the white tiled halls, I follow beside him, holding one of his sticky red hands. When we reach the cold metal doors to the operation room I am pushed back and away from Edward. Standing anxiously outside the room, I pace back and forth until I see Russell racing towards me. As he tries to pass me and enter the prohibited room I reach out and grab him by the shoulders.

In his frightened state he attempts to break away and continues to shriek incoherently at me. Shaking him by the shoulders, I get him to stop struggling, but I have to place a hand over his mouth to cease his constant slaughter of the Japanese language.

"Russell, I don't know his condition. He looked pretty bad to me, but Ed's strong… he'll pull through," I assure, more for myself than for the youth before me.

Wrenching himself away from me, he roughly grabs the front of my shirt and pulls me down to face him on his level.

"Why'd he run and why'd you lie to me about where he was?" His question hisses out angrily between his gritted teeth, and his raven black eyes pierce through me like hot coals.

Wrapping my slender fingers around his thin wrists, I firmly pull his hands off my now wrinkled shirt. Standing up slowly, I walk over to a vacant bench; sitting down, I motion for Russell to do the same. I pause to think of how to explain everything to him before glancing sideways to see his expectant face glaring angrily at me.

"Russell, not only are we both guys, but he's a student and I… am his teacher. If we were found out I'd lose my job and he'd… lose his education." I wait patiently for an explosion… I don't expect him to understand the importance of Ed's education, or the danger of his situation, were he to be with me.

"Do you love him," Russell whispers.

Thoroughly startled, I stutter, "Wh… what?"

"You heard me." His voice is as cool as ice, and he's waiting for me to respond with a weird look on his face.

A/N: Well, that's it. Sorry to leave you hanging, but that's the end of the chapter… MWAHAHA, guess you'll have to come back and read more later… it'll be up in a few days anyway, so you won't have to wait long. But if you all review me soon then it'll be up just that much faster. Let's see… the next chappie is titled, Why? Ha, figure out the meaning in that yourself. Oh, I put in Maes… I killed him! I'm sooo sooo soo sorry! I love him so much! (weeps and bawls) I sincerely apologize, but I had the character in the story and the best guy from Fullmetal just happened to be Maes…. and no he's apparently not married in my story. Does Mustang love Ed? Well, duh, but will he admit it?

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