Chapter 2.
Riza sat by Roy's hospital bed, watching him. She had been let out of the hospital after a week, leaving with just a pulled arm muscle. She visited Roy everyday since her release, hoping that he'd finally wake up from his coma. "Hello Riza," came the voice of the nurse that took care of Roy. "Hello," she said. The nurse did what she had come to do and than sat next to the blonde. "So, I see you here everyday and I have a right to know why you come here. Are you two married?" she asked. "No," Riza said. "Are you engaged?" the nurse asked. "No," the lieutenant said. "Girlfriend?" the older woman asked. "No. We worked in the military together. I was his aid and advisor. He was my commanding officer," Riza said. "Oh. Well, you are being very kind to visit him so often. Good day dear," the nurse said and left. Riza sighed. She sat back in her chair, through her head back, and stared at the ceiling. "Riza?" She snapped her head back and stared. Roy was looking at her in a strange way. His left eye wasn't focused. "Roy.., can you hear me?" she asked. "Yeah, but, my left eye. I can't see," he said.
Riza sat, holding Roy's hand as the doctor gave Roy his prognosis. "You'll be blind in your left eye permanently. You're facial scars will heal nicely, leaving behind very unnoticeable scars. But your leg built up so much scar tissue, that you might have a permanent limp. We tried to remove as much scar tissue as possible, but you're leg looks beyond repair. The muscle is torn. You may be in a lot of pain, and I have prescribed some medications for you that should help. I wish I could do more, but I cannot," the doctor said. Roy was silent and stared at his lap. "Can I still use my alchemy?" he asked. The doctor nodded. "Yes. No damage was done to you're arms. Just a small cut on one," the doctor said.
Roy was in the hospital for a month. Riza came to visit him everyday, and when he was released, she took him into her care. He was quiet and solemn. She worried about him. They sat in his apartment, in silence, again, drinking tea. It had been two months since Roy's release from the hospital. He was always quiet and never got out much. He was edgy and always wanted to be left a lone. "I hate this," he said. Riza looked up from her tea. "I'm not like some child. Why does everyone have to take care of me? Everyone stares at me now and gives me these sympathetic looks, like I'm a poor person. I don't need there sympathy, especially not yours Hawkeye. I'm not a hopeless case that everyone needs to hold my hand. I'm not going to hurt myself. Let me be independent, I don't need your help," he said coldly. Riza dropped her teacup. "Good Roy. Good for you. Go out and be by yourself, like you always have been. Don't worry about taking your friends for granted. Yeah, maybe you do need some independence, but if you can't understand that I care, that's fine by me. I'm gone," Riza said, and slammed the door behind her. Roy stared at he door. He hadn't meant to be so cold. He sighed. The damage was done and now he had to show Hawkeye, that he could be independent, but still need her. He did. He loved her, and deep down it scared him to know that she was so close. He needed to figure out what he wanted.