A/N Here's a nice long chapter for you. Also, I am proud to say that this fic is almost at 100 reviews, you guys are awesome! I hope we get there soon, Extra long chapter to celebrate the hundredth review! Whenever it comes of course, no pressure. Yes, none at all… –shifty eyes-

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Ed woke up later that night, he'd been so tired lately he could barely manage to get up in the mornings. He sat up, noticing a small plate of food on his bedside table, accompanied by a large glass of what looked like orange juice. Roy must have been here, why hadn't he woken Ed up? It was the middle of the night at earliest, Ed thought, flicking on a lamp.

The plate was stacked up with food, Ed's stomach grumbled noisily. Thanks Roy, Ed thought plainly, taking the plate gingerly. He took a bite of a sandwich, discovering to be turkey. He ate it all in moments, his stomach stretching and his eyes watering as he gulped down the juice as fast as he could. It would have been easier with a carbonated drink, but eating so quickly sufficed in the long run as Ed got up and walked into his bathroom, flicking on the light and lifting the toilet seat.

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Roy couldn't sleep that night, he couldn't get the picture of Ed out of his mind, laying there, crying alone. Roy sighed, finally giving in and getting up. He pulled on his pain blue military pants and his white undershirt, and, throwing on a pair of sandals, got up and left.

He walked to the cafeteria, stopping for a glass of hot milk, before returning to his stroll down the seemingly endless halls of the Central HQ. After a few moments thought, he decided to go check on Ed. It was late at night, but since Ed went to bed so early, it was much more likely for him to be awake now.

Roy walked along, sipping his steaming milk until he came to the young alchemist's room. He put his ear to the door, he heard movement, surprisingly enough, he'd been right. He paused, his hand hovering before the door, about to knock, when he heard a door on the inside swing open, most likely the bathroom. He replaced his ear on the door. There was a strange sound, a gulping. Then something splashed, Roy opened the door a crack. He really shouldn't be eavesdropping, but still, his curiosity held h as he peeked through.

The plate and glass he'd left earlier were empty, Ed had eaten it all! That had been a lot of food, he couldn't be that bad. Maybe it had just been his imagination, Roy sighed in relief, as he closed the door quickly and quietly. He didn't want to be caught after all. Roy gulped down the last of the milk, walking back to his room with a clean conscious, as Ed proceeded to puke his guts out.

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Ed heard a noise at the door, he puked once more, before wiping his mouth and looking out. There was no one there. He felt empty, but too fatigued to get more food. He walked back over to lay down on his bed, pulling up the blankets thankfully.

Ed woke up again, only a few minutes later in a cold sweat. Must have been a nightmare that woke him, but he couldn't remember it. Ed lay his head back down on his goose-down pillow, noticing for the first time it was wet. He sighed, flipping it over and wiping his mouth without a second glance, why did he always drool in his sleep?

Ed looked at his hand in the light shining in from the windowpane, it was covered in blood. That was the third time. But he didn't hurt anywhere, and he was so tired he simply shrugged it off. What could be the worst that it could be? Maybe a bit of blood, it was nothing compared to wounds he'd had before and he was still here wasn't he? Easing into sleep again with this comforting thought, Ed lost consciousness once again.

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"Lt. Hawkeye," Roy said, taking a handful of papers from her as she passed by.

"What is it Colonel Mustang?" she asked, walking with him to the office the next morning. It was a sunny day out, a nice change from the usual dreary weather of winter.

"I checked on Ed again last night, because I couldn't sleep, and he ate all of the food I left him," Roy replied happily.

"He did? That was a lot," Riza smiled too, "This is really good. Who knows, maybe he just feels awkward eating around us so he eats alone now?" She sat down to get to work, flipping through the booklet of papers; one thing didn't make sense though. If he's so healthy, why'd he been puking just earlier this day? Riza smelled something bad in the air, this was more complex than it seemed. But Roy was so much more relaxed, better leave it be for now. He'll find out in the end, we all will.

Roy glanced at the clock on the wall, it was noon. Ed hadn't come in yet. He was getting a little apprehensive, but shrugged it off. And continued shrugging it off, though he found it more and more difficult as the day progressed from noon, to afternoon, to late evening. Ed didn't come in for work that day. "Sir, I'll take care of the rest of the paperwork," Riza finally said wearily, at about eight thirty in the afternoon.

"Thanks, I need to go see Ed," Roy replied, getting up and walking quickly out the door. Riza sighed as she watched him go, hopefully they'd soon get some answers.

Roy walked down the hallways quickly, he didn't like to lose his cool, but though he tried to fend it off, he was on the verge of doing just that. Roy found Ed's dorm, and, not bothering to knock, twisted the doorknob and walked in. Ed was asleep. "Ed," Roy said gently, taking a seat next to his bed, "Ed, please tell me you're okay, wake up."

He shook Ed's shoulder gently, causing the alchemist to finally rouse himself from his sleep. "Colonel, what's going on? Why're you here?" Ed asked, rubbing his bleary eyes. Roy sighed in slight relief, but his tension returned a moment later.

"Ed, why didn't you come in today?" he asked.

"Huh?" Ed said simply, "What time is it?"

"It's eight thirty god damn it!" Roy replied forcefully. Ed's eyes widened, how could that be?

"At night? That's crazy, I just," Ed looked at his clock desperately, "I didn't know, I just kept sleeping I was so tired." Ed's stomach grumbled loudly, his insides burned, as Ed crouched down, clutching his stomach.

"Ed, you've almost literally slept 24 hours strait, something's wrong here," Roy said, grabbing Ed's hand.

"Roy, it's okay, just lately I've been having some nightmares, that's why I couldn't sleep the past few nights, which is why I slept so long today," Ed countered. He bit his tongue, Ed hated lying so blatantly. "I need something to eat, I'll just stay late tomorrow to make up my work."

"Ed, what's going on? You've slept all day and you expect me to believe nothing's wrong?" Roy replied as Ed got up. "Ed, don't ignore me," Roy said, as Ed pulled on his coat. Roy grabbed Ed's pillow, intending to throw it at him. It was childish, he had to admit, but he needed to get Ed's attention somehow. Roy pulled it up, but felt something wet. He looked at said pillow and turned it over. Ed looked up from putting on his boots, and then gasped in horror. It was covered in deep rusty red blood, drying, but still fresh. Ed ran out the door as Roy looked up, heading strait out the main exit.

A/N Gods I'm tired, goodnight! Five reviews as always, who knows, maybe we can make it to 100 this chapter? Well, see you next chapter!