Disclaimer: I do not own any of the Fullmetal Alchemist characters OR Fullmetal Alchemist. I do own Sel, though.

Sorry, Ryu! I couldn't help but try and play you as a bad guy!

"Sel, what are you talking about?" the doctors had given up trying to pull the poofy haired girl from the doorway. She strode unheeded into the hospital room, a smirk playing on her lips. Her dark eyes leered at the girl, who scowled back.

"It was a little while ago, yesterday, wasn't it, Raffo? We were taking an innocent walk on the cliff and I was sitting on the edge when you hit me over the head with a rock and threw me off. Super-strength always was your homunculus ability," Sel's voice was cold and uncaring. She sounded like she wanted to strangle the poofy haired girl. "You were always jealous of me, even when you were human."

"I was never human!" snarled Raffo. Her eyes were wild. "You just think you once had a sister. You never did! Never!"

Sel's face was cold and hard as stone, but she still looked to be on the brink of tears. A decisive click-click from behind Raffo saved her from going over the edge.

"Ms. Gillie is a hospital patient, and to send her over the edge of her nerves may result in her death and yours. Please, Ms. Raffo, come back after Ms. Gillie has rested." Roy's black eyes were just as cold as Sel's. What did he see in this girl to behave like this?

Raffo backed out of the hospital room, but not before pointing at Sel and hissing, "I'm going to get you for that, Gillie. You mark my words."

Before Roy could say anything more to Sel, the doctor, a man of 45, bustled in. "Ms. Gillie, I'm going to ask you to get help from Mr. Elric and Colonel Mustang so you can be measured and weighed."

Sel nodded, and took the hand Edward offered her. He pulled her up to her feet, and watched as Roy took her other hand, leading her over to the measuring/weighing scale thing.

"Ah, so I was wrong. 179 centimeters and 41 kilograms. That's very bad for your age, Ms. Gillie. That's bad no matter what. Colonel Mustang here, he's—"

"180 centimeters and 29 years," said Sel in a cool voice.

"Y-yes! How did you know that, Ms. Gillie?"

"Maybe someday I'll tell you," Sel was helped back to her bed when Jean Havoc walked into the room, cigarette in his mouth.

"Who's your new girlfriend, Colonel? Does Lt. Hawkeye know?" Havoc laughed to himself, giving a smile to Sel, who ran a hand through her blonde hair rather self-consciously, hard spots of color appearing on her cheeks.

"She's not my girlfriend," snapped Roy. "She's a hospital patient, found nearly dead falling out of the skies by Fullmetal and Alphonse."

"Cute girls do fall from the sky, then," Havoc chuckled.

"Well, Ms. Gillie, you're in perfect health, except for your weight. I would advise that you stay somewhere and get your weight up before leaving Central. You're allowed to leave the hospital, though. Good day," the doctor left the room.

"But…I have nowhere to stay," Sel stared at the doctor, her eyes suddenly seeming hollow and devoid of feeling. She watched as the doctor turned around to listen to her. "My family…we're a poor farming family. I can't pay the medical bill, much less get a place to stay and feed myself. Why do you think I look like this in the first place?" hot tears were streaming down her face.

She leapt to her feet, pulling up her shirt until it was nestled under her small breasts. The bones in body were extremely prominent. "Why do you think I look like this?" the tears kept coming. "Why do you think…?"

The doctor was unfazed. "I'm sure you'll find somewhere to stay, Ms. Gillie." He turned on his heel and left.

The shirt fell back around her hips. She wiped the tears away from her face and ran a hand through her blonde hair once more. She was about to stalk out of the hospital room when Havoc caught her wrist.

"You can stay with me, Ms. Gillie."

"That's kind, Mr. Havoc, but I—"

"No buts, Ms. Gillie." Havoc began to drag her out of there. It was all she could do to try and keep up with the young man.

It was a nice, cozy apartment that smelled of smoke. A couple of furniture sat in the main room, and there were two bedrooms, each supplied with a bed. A small kitchen was to the right of the main room.

Havoc sat down on a couch, Sel sitting next to him. Her legs were shuddering from the exercise of getting here after three weeks of wasting away and sickness. Normally, that small walk wouldn't have affected her.

"Now that you're here, Ms. Gillie, I think we should get on a first name basis. I'm Jean," he smiled. "And you are?"

"Selena, but call me Sel."

"Well, Sel, this is my home. Hopefully we'll get some weight on you," he remembered, vividly, her ribs, void of all fat, seeming to be skin and bone. "How old are you, Sel? I'm twenty-four."

Sel thought about this for a moment, and then asked, "When was the fifth of April?"

"Last week."

"Then I'm nineteen,"

"Your birthday is the fifth of April?" Sel nodded. "Wow, you were unconscious during your birthday. That has to be a bummer."

"To tell the truth, not really," Sel sighed, running a hand through her hair. "I wasn't lying when I said my family was poor. We can hardly afford enough food. I give mine up sometimes to see my little brother properly fed. My younger sister already died of malnutrition…"

"That's horrible," Jean looked shocked.

"And then he…" her eyes were brimming with tears again. She hadn't even heard Jean's last comment. "He came along and promised me he could bring her back. He lost his whole body. I never saw him again, and he didn't even bring her back. He brought back something horrible. I wanted to burn it, but instead I held it tight. It looked so much like her. She called herself differently, and then finally ran away." Tears ran unheeded down her cheeks. "She tried to kill me, Jean! She tried to kill me when she found out that I was the one who made him bring her to life…"

"Shh. It's alright, Sel. It's alright." Jean rubbed her back.

"He disappeared and gave me a murderer and his son," her voice was scratchy, bloodlust in her eyes.