Chapter 3: Thanks to all the people who commented on this story. I really didn't think it was that great, but I'm glad you are enjoying it. This chapter was hard to write, I wasn't sure where to start, so have mercy! (I still don't own FMA, or Roy…poo!)
Riza sat in her apartment, watching Black Hayate chase his bone around the kitchen floor. She hadn't talked with Roy or seen him since their little argument. She felt bad to have yelled at him, but he was acting so… childish. He was right, in some sense. She couldn't baby him, but the doctor's prognosis was floating around in her mind. He had a permanent limp, and was blind in one eye. There were so many horrible scenarios of what could happen to him by himself. But she knew him. He was stubborn and would never give in to his handicap. She would give him a few more days, then go and talk to him. They'd work something out. She hoped.
Roy lay down on the floor, doing sit-ups. "One-hundred twenty-three, one-hundred twenty-four…" he counted. He was determined to build his strength back up and some how get rid of this limp. There was no way, anyone, could tell him he couldn't do it. No one. He kept counting, wishing there was some way it could be easier. He thought about Riza and what he had said. He had been too cold. She was just trying to help and be there for him. He was just so confused. He kept counting. He was going to make this right. He was going to cure himself and get Riza back.
Riza hung up her coat and put Black Hayate's leash on a peg. The hyper dog chased her legs as she moved from the living room to the kitchen. The phone was ringing. She never really ever got a moment of peace. As she went to answer the phone, she almost tripped over the puppy. "Stupid mutt..," she mumbled under her breath as she picked up the phone. "First Lieutenant Riza Hawkeye speaking," she said. "Um, yes, Lieutenant, Do you know a Colonel Roy Mustang?" the man on the other end asked. "Yes, I do. Is there a problem?" she asked curiously. What could have Roy gotten himself into already? "Yes, actually. My name is Dr. Myagi; I was one of the Colonel's doctors at the time when he was in the hospital. It seems that he has twisted a spinal nerve in his lower back while trying to get down the stairs. In which he fell. You are the only person we could contact to tell of his situation, if you'd like to come down to the hospital," the doctor said. "Yes, thank you," she said, and hung up.