Why? Why are there no reviews? -sob- I probably overdid it making Roy go ballistic and junk, but I told yu, the voices!

Well, whether that's the reason or not, please leave reviews. It may be that people who haven't read the prologue came here first on accident or something, I don't know. But if I don't get very many reviews soon,I may discontinue the story. More stuff just keeps popping up that I have to do, and at this time it seems I will have very little time to work on the fanfiction. It's enough time to write if I want to,but if everyone hates the story I see no point in continuing.

Yeah, this chapter is short because due to lack of time and reviews, and because marching band is eating me, I got sunburn from a b-day partythat is eating my shoulders, I hafta do a buncha chores everyday now and my muse ran off and is laughing at me from a distance. If I had gotten a couple reviews It might have been longer, but after coming back to try and continue it about four or five times I just gave up and ended it here.

Please, please, if you are not reviewing because you didn't like it, please review totell me what is wrong with it. Critique is welcome people, but don't just say you hate it and not say how to improve it. If it's really bad, I'll restart the main story.

Sorry I'm kind of dull right now, I'm kinda mentally exhausted and pretty tired.Not to mention I have marching band rehearsal in about forty minutes. x.x

Something I have not mentioned before but may need to bring up: If my story looks like it is copying another fic you have seen, I swear it's coincidental. I do notplagiarize intentionally. If it looks similar to a fic you have written, please let me know and if you want me to change it I will.

Chapter 2: Sanity

"He did WHAT?"

"That's what it looked like."

Roy slowly faded into consciousness. Slowly opening his good eye, he blinked until the room came into focus. It seemed to be his room.

"I think he's coming to, Nii-san..."

"He is? Ah good, now I can beat some sense into him."

Roy recognized Al and Ed's voices coming from his right, and would have turned his head towards them if he didn't feel strangely numb at the moment. In the end he didn't need to, for he heard a chair scraping and Ed was now standing over him, looking at him with a look of disgust and a hint of concern.

"So you finally decided to wake up. Bastard."

Roy weakly lifted an arm to his forehead and realized there was a bandage wrapped around it. His fingers went instinctively to his left eye to find that it was bandaged as well, his patch gone.

"Where's Maes?"

Roy grimaced. His voice sounded weak and strained. Pathetically so.

Ed raised his eyebrows in surprise before pointing a thumb towards the end of the bed. Al and Hughes sat in chairs around a card table. There was a pile of various things laid upon it, and he could make out books, cards, food packages, and cans. It looked as though they had been there for a while.

Hughes smiled weakly and stood up to follow Ed. He looked down at Roy, his hands in his pockets.

"How do you feel?"

"Kind of numb..."

"Yeah, that would be some drug a nurse told us to give you. It'll wear off pretty soon though. We got some help from the hospital."

"Why didn't you take me to the hospital?"

Hughes looked at him a bit strangely, and looked as if he were choosing his words carefully.

"Well, I knew how you hated hospitals, so-"

"So the idiot tells us if we tried to move you he'd rip our heads off."

Ed was looking at them both, an eyebrow raised.

"I dunno about Al, but I'm pretty attached to my head."

Al rolled his eyes.

Roy looked down at his hands. He could feel a slight sensation in his head, confirming that the drugs were beginning to fade. His thinking was slightly fuzzy. He apparently knew he had been injured... now he remembered how.

He became very cold and began to shiver violently. Ed frowned and Hughes reached out and placed his hand on Roy's.

"What's wrong old man?"

Ed would have said more, but he noticed that Hughes was leaning very close to Roy's face while stroking his hair. He blinked dumbly, and you could see the gears turning before realization dawned.

"Guu- Err... Al, let's go outside for a while."

"Huh? What about Roy?"

"Just come on!"

Ed ran over and grabbed Al's wrist, dragging him out the door and closing it behind him.

Hughes watched them from the corners of his eyes and grinned before turning his attention fully to Roy. He was shivering less, Maes' body leaning against his warmed him up greatly.

"I'm sorry... I shouldn't have asked you about that letter..."

Roy cut him off, lifting his head and closing the few inches of space between their lips. It was short, mostly because Roy found the longer he held his head up the greater the pain within it grew, and he let himself fall back on the pillows.

"No, don't blame yourself for this. It's my fault... I'm weak."

"Don't say that. After all you've been through, you're still here and you're still sane. Most men wouldn't be able to endure it. You're not weak.

Roy scoffed, an eerie grin on his face. Sometimes he had to wonder if he really was sane anymore.

"Don't smile like that, it's creepy."

The grin widened into a real one before turning into a frown.

"I know you want me to believe that, but I am weak. I may have seemed strong back then, but it still haunts me now. Sometimes I wonder why I don't snap under the weight of it all."

After that statement he flinched at turned his face away from Hughes. He found out the hard way that doing so caused incredible pain to flourish in his head.

"Ah..."

"Don't move too much, you're gonna be sore for a while."

He muttered a quiet yes, afraid to nod his head in response. Hughes leaned in next to Roy's ear, his face serious, and he spoke in a whisper.

"Promise me you will never do that to me again. Or yourself, for that matter."

Roy clenched his teeth, the action creating a small ache in his forehead. He had made a promise like that before. He hadn't been able to keep it. Hughes sighed and pulled away, walking to the door and opening it.

"You rest awhile. I'll come back later to check on you."

And he left the room, shutting the door behind him.

End Chapter Two

geh... I really should write a happy fic. I try to put angst in and it goes downhill from there. >. Review. Please.