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Chapter 11: Is this Love?

The Next Morning…

Ed walked in seeing only a sicklier Roy. Dark circles had formed underneath his eyes which were bloodshot. His veins had become visible through almost translucent skin, and from his mouth, more crimson horror ran from his lips.

"Brigadier General?" he asked, "I'm back, sir!"

"Edward?" he asked his voice gentle, "I told you I'd still be here!"

Ed looked at Riza who was filling a syringe with some sort of medication. Ed knew the medication wouldn't save him, but they still had to try!

"Hold still!" begged Riza walking toward Roy with the needle.

"Look what I've become," he winced, "a human pincushion!"

She slowly stuck the needle into his arm releasing the fluid into his bloodstream. He didn't budge, but Ed cringed at the thought of actually getting that many injections a day, it would be painful. Brigadier General Roy Mustang showed more courage than Ed had ever seen, even in the face of adversity he still remained his calm professional self.

"Feeling better?" asked Ed.

"A little bit, breathing has become easier," he explained, "a lot easier!"

Ed smiled slightly; he was surprised, was Roy actually getting better?

"So," asked Ed, "what happened next?"

"Sylvia North, a young nurse was in charge of my recovery," he continued, "and in the beginning she wanted nothing to do with me!"

10 Years Ago…

"So," Sylvia asked, "Roy Mustang, eh?"

Roy nodded slowly.

"The Flame Alchemist," she continued, "the one true Flame Alchemist? Are you really the youngest person ever to become State Alchemist? How long?"

"Around five years," he answered, "I joined when I was eleven and made a name for myself. And now my fame is ended by dying in this Godforsaken desert!"

Sylvia walked to his side and rubbed his face, "I've never seen an alchemist as beautiful as you," she explained, "you're absolutely gorgeous!"

"Thanks!" laughed Roy nervously.

She brought a bottle of water to his lips pouring the life-saving fluid into his mouth. He carefully swallowed the liquid down as she wrapped her arm around his arms to keep him steady. Only doctors and Gran had access to water, everybody else would have to fend for themselves.

"Feel better?" she asked.

"Difficult to say," he responded, "it seems every time I drink water, I just sweat it out!"

She giggled, "That's cute;" she moved closer toward him, "you're funny!"

Present Day…

"Wait a second, sir," yelled Ed, "you said she wanted nothing to do with you!"

"Well," he continued, "it was a childlike crush, she was only sixteen! She had a growing passion for me!"

10 Years Ago…

She rubbed his face gently with a damp cloth as to cool him down. His temperature was peaking, it was up to 103 degrees; the heat was killing him slowly.

"Why do you think alchemists were sent here?" asked Sylvia wringing out the cloth.

"Power," answered Roy, "Bradley knows how Ishbalans react toward alchemy, and he knows they won't stand a chance!"

Sylvia looked at the ground; "Many will die?" she looked directly at him, "at the hands of you?"

He looked deep into her emerald eyes seeing the sorrow in her heart.

"My brother, Sascha, he's a State Alchemist," she continued, "and never in a hundred years did I think that I'd ever have to hear of him actually killing anyone! Aren't State Alchemists for the people?"

"We have to be here," answered Roy, "Bradley gave us no choice; he rounded us up and told us that we were to end this war or else be charged with treason!"

Sylvia started to rub his forehead again when a young man walked in. He was unfamiliar to Roy, but then again, who wasn't. He looked older than the rest of the men he had seen except Marcoh. And looking at the marks on the back of his hands, he was a State Alchemist.

"Doctor McDowell," Sylvia greeted, "it's nice to see you again!"

"Thank you Miss North," he responded looking at Roy, when he did so he almost choked on his own breath, "the Flame Alchemist is in Ishbal? Bradley, you crazy son of a bitch, what the hell were you thinking?"

"Take it easy, Meriwether," said Marcoh in the corner, "you very well know every State Alchemist had to be here!"

McDowell walked up to Roy, "You're a child!" he said quickly.

"I am anything but a child," Roy answered quietly, "I've seen more than any child has ever had to see!"

McDowell smiled a crooked smile, "Alright, Mustang," he laughed, "I'll give you that much, no child should have to see the terrors of war!"

"I haven't done any fighting," Roy answered, "it's the damn heat that almost did me in!"

McDowell looked up and down Roy's body, "You seem so frail, all of the State Alchemists do," he sighed, "such a frail group, to think that all of us might be dead at the end of this endeavor!"

Roy slowly closed his eyes, McDowell was right, they were going to die. Fear rose in his body, but not fear of Ishbalans, he feared how Gran would react if he ever found out what happened.

AN: Well the next chapter will be up soon, please review!

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