Eternity rushed to Ed's bed immediately.
"Didn't I tell you to be careful?" She chided gently when Ed opened his eyes to greet his visitors. Aria strolled, seemingly carelessly, to Roy's bed. Ed smiled softly.
"Don't blame me," He told her. "Blame Colonel Bastard over there. I told him we shouldn't have taken the back alleys to stay away from the real fighting. It was easier to attack us there. Winry, you came!" Ed added, his eyes lighting up when he saw her. "Have you met Eternity?" Winry nodded, her mouth a tight line.
"How did the automail hold up?" She asked, her eyes lingering on the spot where his left leg should be. The blanket sank down, proving that the automail wasn't there. His right arm also didn't seem to be there under the blanket. "You lost it." Winry was obviously struggling to keep from blowing up.
"Winry, I got hurt, and all you can think about is automail?" Ed sounded hurt. Winry softened and kneeled down on the other side of his bed.
"You're right. But what happened to Al?" Winry asked apologetically.
"Over here!" Al's voice called. In the corner there was a pile of metal underneath Al's head. Winry sighed in defeat; there was no way that these boys could keep out of trouble. Meanwhile, Aria conversed not-so-easily with Roy.
"Aria," Roy smiled in relief. "I thought you'd never come. It took you two forever."
"They didn't even tell us you two were home until..." Aria checked her watch. "Half an hour ago. We dropped everything to get here as fast as we could. Blame the doctors." Roy chuckled.
"You still have your humor." He noted idly, his mind wandering back to the time at war. It was harsh, but thoughts of finally coming home kept him from becoming crazy as so many state alchemists had from all the blood and killing. It was the bloodiest war they had ever had; if you were a state alchemist, you would understand. Usually a war means some killing, a moderate amount of blood anyone without a weak stomach could handle easily. But each alchemist in this war had to kill hundreds, maybe thousands of people. Some of them were innocents, the very people they were supposed to protect. Roy had often doubted his loyalty as a state alchemist during this time, as had others. But while others rebelled against this war, Roy had fought. But he didn't know that it was right.