Disclaimer: I don't own FMA, but I do own Obsession...sorta. When you guys find out who Obsession really is (was?) 'twill be funny...I know because I do.

When Roy awoke the next morning, he was in the hospital.

"My arm hurts..." He moaned, trying to move it. His eyes snapped open at that moment. "Help! Somebody! I can't move my arm!" he cried. A nurse poked her head into his room.

"Something wrong, sir?" She asked.

"My arm, I can't move--" he didn't finish his sentence. All of the happenenigs of last night came back to him in a flash. Drawing the circle, seeing that door...what was that door? He looked down at his arm, or, at least, what was left of it. "My arm...it's not...there?" He whispered. The nurse, now annoyed, rolled her eyes.

"Sir, do you NEED something?" She said redundantly.

"Yes, actually..." He stated. "Call Hawkeye for me."

"And Hawkeye is WHO?"

"Just call my office. I trust you know the number..." He studied her face for a moment. "Lisa."

The nurse blushed. "Roy! That's you? I'm sorry! I didn't know it was you, darling, with the arm and all..." she bumbled on.

"Just call her, please." Roy said, cutting the nurses ramble short.

"Oh, yes, of course, I'm sorry." She ran off to the receptionists desk to give the secretary the number to call Riza, leaving Roy some time alone to think, to remember. He had slashed his wrists, he had drawn the transmutation circle in his own blood, he had placed the minerals in the center, he had done everything right...so what went wrong? Why wasn't he here beside him, now? Why was his arm gone? Why, damn it?

"Colonel?" came the soft voice of his leiutenant. "Are you awake?" she asked.

"Hawkeye? Good, I'm glad you're here." He said with a sigh of relief. "How did I get here? I just remember going to your apartment, and I don't remember anything after that."

"Sir, you showed up at my door with your arm cut off and you fainted from blood loss in the doorway. I called 911 and asked for an amulance, like any sensible person." She said formally.

Roy sighed. Of course, Riza was being the perfect little soldier again. But he could see it in her eyes. Something more than military formality. It was concern.

"Well, Hawkeye, in any case, thank you for doing it. You saved my sorry ass. ...Again." He added the last part with a smirk.

He tried to push himself into a sitting position with his arms, but failed miserably, falling to one side.

"Sir, let me help you." Riza walked to his bedside and supported his left side while his right arm scooted him upright.

"Thanks, Lieutenant."

"Of course, Colonel." She looked at the clock. "Sir, if you'll excuse me, I have to get back to work. Archer will yell at me for taking my lunch break too long if I don't get back soon, and I still have to take Hayate out for his walk."

Roy sighed. "Dismissed, Hawkeye." he said, slightly sad that she was leaving. He hadn't been concious very long in that room, but it was lonely even in the few minutes he was alone. Sensing this, Riza added,

"I'll be back as soon as I can be, Colonel."

This brought a smile to Roys face. "Good. I'll be looking forward to it."

Riza smiled. "So will I, sir."

A/N: Oh the hinted RoyAi. Lovely, no? Sigh. Obsession shall be mentioned in the next chapter, but he probably won't be in it yet. You'll just have to wait. Also, a cookie to whoever can guess who Obsession is first.