He couldn't stand the silence of the room. He hated hospitals. They reminded him of death, and that reminded him of the war. It all just brought up memories that bothered him. Memories that he wanted to forget.

A soft moan brought him from his daze. Looking up at the boy in the bed he wondered why no one had told him anything about his condition. Slowly Edward's eyes opened enough to see him.

"What are you doing here bastard?" Ed slowly turned onto his right side to look at the man sitting there. " Shouldn't you be in the office doing paperwork?" Roy smirked.

"Normally yes. But seeing as I was the one to find you in such a state it only seemed right for it to be me watching over you while you were in the hospital. As much of a pain as you are I still care about my subordinates, and that includes you as much as I hate to admit it." Roy paused for a moment "Now Fullmetal. Please explain why I wasn't informed about your condition. Did you honestly think I wouldn't find out about it sooner or later?"

Edward lay there trying to think of an excuse but he couldn't come up with one. Not with the colonel looking at him like that. It was almost like the bastard actually cared. Figures. The man wouldn't look like that if it were something minor like a cold or anything of the sort. He only cared about him if it would put him out of commission. Without Edward

The colonel would be forced to do actual work for once.

"What does it matter to you anyway? It's not like you would help me with it…knowing you you would be more likely to mock me for being weak." Edward set his gaze to the foot of his bed. "You only care about me if it's something that'll hinder you success." Slowly he turned his view to the man next to him. "Don't even bother to try denying it. Everyone that works under your command help push you to your goal. Yet you don't even bother to think that maybe there are other people with dreams to. It's just you you you. That's all you care about isn't it!"

Roy was at a loss for words. What brought this on? Normally the boy would've blown it up in his face. Instead here he was just slightly raising his voice. It really put Roy off. "Where did all of this come from?"

Edward suddenly realized what he was saying and promptly became extremely quiet. He didn't want people to know about his hope. It was foolish to think anyone other than Al, Winry, and Riza would care enough to stop themselves from laughing at the though of it. The great Full Metal Alchemist wanted to be a singer. If Ed so decided to even let this hope. No dream. Become known to Roy mustang it would cause him to be the laughingstock of central as well as any surrounding city or town. It was too much to risk. Yet that was the only thing to amuse him right now so he let it all flow from his mind into words coming from his mouth. " Roy. I know this is going to sound really stupid but I have a dream that I can't make real…not on my own at least." Edward almost felt like kicking himself for what he was about to do. " I want to sing. Not like in a karaoke bar or anything. I'm talking on stage with people traveling from other cities just to se me. Stupid I know isn't it? But do you think you could help me with this one last thing?"

He couldn't believe that the Full metal alchemist had just said that….the boy was either yelling or moping or something like that but Singing?

"Edward. I-"