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AN: Welcome to "Crystal Blood", this is the first chapter in the "tuberculosis" era. To all of you Roy fans I have to say something: I AM TOO A HUGE ROY FAN! But that doesn't mean that he won't die, the plot is pretty much all ready set! I have almost the whole story done, and might be updating almost everyday!

We continue our flashbacks, they will be present until chapter 18 or 19 (yes.. it's a long story!)

This contains a lot of BLOOD! So if you don't like blood, definately don't read this chapter!

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Chapter 10: Crystal Blood

At Mustang's Apartment…

Ed and Riza stood outside the young Brigadier General's room. The doctor was in there; Roy could have to be quarantined for days.

The doctor walked out the room with a look of bad news on his face.

"What is it, doctor?" asked Ed almost crying.

"It's tuberculosis I'm afraid," he explained, "he has four days to live at most!"

"Can't you do anything?" sobbed Riza.

"We could try, but tuberculosis isn't exactly easy to get rid of!" he continued.

"Roy!" sobbed Riza falling to her knees, "Why are you doing this to me?"

"I'm sorry!" the doctor apologized as he left.

The two of them walked into Mustang's bedroom, he was a wreck. His ebony hair was damp with sweat, his obsidian eyes were a dull grey, his skin was white and clammy. His chest rose and fell with difficulty; his breath was a rattling sound in his throat, blood running down his chin.

"Roy!" cried Riza running toward him.

She wrapped her arms around him, she didn't care how contagious he was, she didn't care if she caught the strain, she just wanted to be near him in his last days.

"The doctor says that I only have four days to live at most," Roy explained hoarsely, "but don't think that I won't make it through this, it's not that serious."

"Its tuberculosis, Roy!" cried Ed, "You have the White Plague, don't you see it is a serious disease, it'll kill you!"

Roy coughed hard a little blood dripping onto his sheets. Ed's eyes widened.

"A connection," he whispered raising his voice to ask his question, "when did you almost dehydrate?"

"Exactly ten years ago," he answered weakly, "why?"

"Blood," he continued, "both times you were coughing up blood, Roy; I think you've been jinxed!"

Roy coughed hard again, "Damn it," he whispered, "why aren't the drugs kicking in?"

"You have to finish the story," answered Ed, "I want to know why this might be happening!"

"That night when the doctors took me to the Medical Center…"

10 Years Ago…

"You have to help him," explained Vino, "He's just a kid!"

"We'll do the best we can," answered Tim Marcoh the Crystal Alchemist, "What happened?"

North looked at Marcoh square in the eye, "We have no clue, it could be dehydration, but I've never seen that much bleeding in that department!"

Marcoh inspected the body in anyway that he thought might affect him. He rubbed his hand along the young man's neck; the muscles were tightly contracted underneath the flesh. His mouth was filled with blood from the throat to the back of the teeth.

"Every tissue in his throat has ruptured," whispered Marcoh, "how can this be?"

He had to do something, he had to save the child's life, then it dawned on him, the Philosopher's stone. He held the powerful stone over Roy's half dead body, the glow slowly bringing him back to life. And with a large gush of blood Roy Mustang was alive.

Everybody stood in awe; they had never actually seen a Philosopher's Stone in action before.

"What the hell happened?" asked Roy hoarsely.

"Your lucky kid," explained Marcoh, "you could have been killed!"

Roy looked around through watery eyes, "Is this the Medical Center?"

"I know it's not much, but it saved your life!" laughed Marcoh.

"Thank you, sir!" Roy said with a youthful smile on his face.

Roy held out his right hand to shake Marcoh's when it hit the older man.

"The salamander!" he gasped looking at the circle, "Are you the Flame Alchemist? Flame Alchemist Roy Mustang?"

"The one and only!" Roy grinned.

"You're only sixteen," continued Marcoh, "I thought Bradley would have made an exception."

Roy coughed softly, breathing heavily after every cough.

"You'll need to stay here, you're dehydrated, we're the only site with water," Marcoh explained, "unless you want to go to Gran!"

"I'll take my chances with you!" Roy laughed nervously laying back onto the bed.

"Sylvia!" shouted Marcoh beckoning a nurse, "I want you to care for the child!"

"Yes, sir!" she answered bowing her head.

It was then Roy knew that this experience would not be an easy one!

Present Day…

Roy coughed hard, blood splashing from his mouth. Ed dipped his fingers in the warm crimson liquid, it was indeed blood, tuberculosis had kicked in.

"Brigadier General, sir?" asked Ed, "Is it alright if I hear the rest later?"

"Of course!" answered Roy hoarsely, "Why wouldn't it be?"

Ed bowed his head, "Sir…" a single tear ran down his face, "will you be alive tomorrow? Or are you going to leave me?"

Roy closed his eyes, "There is no way I'm dying, Elric! I'm twenty-six years-old it's not my time to go!"

Ed looked at Roy's face; the Brigadier General had a weak smile on. Ed walked out of the room reluctantly looking back at Mustang, this could be the last time he ever saw him alive.

That Night…

Riza stayed behind with Roy to watch him die or so she thought. She watched him convulse in pain, the sharp tremors of freezing sensation running throughout his body. It became difficult for him to breathe; a raspy gurgling sound replaced every inhalation and exhalation he attempted. A cold sweat ran down his body, tuberculosis was taking its toll.

She sat next to him on the bed slowly rubbing his forehead. She loved him with all of her heart; she didn't want to lose him. For she new if the White Plague claimed him, he would never come back.

"Roy," she whispered, "why are you doing this to me? Out of all the times in the world, why now? Why when I have finally declared my love to you? I can't live without you!"

She rubbed his bare shoulders and she noticed something, two burn marks. They were severe as if they were burned off in a fire of some sort, burns that she hadn't noticed before!

"What the hell did you do?" she whispered rubbing his left burn slowly.

He then started to cough ferociously, blood spilling from his lungs as all the alveoli ruptured deep in his lungs. She rubbed his neck gently, she knew, she knew that he was going to die, and for what reason? Was it because he tried to save his friends from an absolute hell? Why did that deserve punishment?

"No matter what, Roy," she cried, "I'll restore you to full health, even if it means I must die!"

AN: Cherry Juisse, Sylvia is the "OC" that Roy falls in love with, she's a nurse and she turns out to be realted to one of the "Saints"! Next chappie should be coming soon, tell me to slow down if I am going to fast!

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