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I groaned as consciousness. The first thing I was aware of: my chest hurt. A lot. My breathing was labored as I tried in vain to sit up.
"Where am I?" My voice came out horse, leaving my lungs to ache. As I became more and more aware, I was becoming more and more worried about my injuries. I heard hushed voices as I blinked and saw a few people exit before someone entered the room. The person sat by me, and I was able to clearly look at them.
"Maria?" I croaked, wincing as a pang of pain hit my lungs.
"Thank goodness," She sighed in relief," Don't talk. I'll explain everything." I nodded, staring at her intently, ushering her to go on.
"When you were brought to the hospital, you were severely injured. Ed has less threatening injuries, so he's okay," Maria continued, but my blood ran cold, as I knew Ed had pretty bad injuries, "You had broken four ribs, and one punctured the edge of your right lung. So they had to do surgery, since you would die if the internal bleeding kept on. You were very lucky, if you had been a moment later, you wouldn't be with us anymore." Maria said. I was sheet pale, and my heart pretty much stopped for a second. Tears welled in my eyes and poured down my cheeks, but I still had an utterly shocked expression.
"Will this affect my state alchemist position at all?" I forced out. Maria told me frantically to stop talking. She gave me a notepad and pencil.
"Not if you recover pretty good." Maria assured me. I was slightly relieved, but I was still upset.
I want to see Ed and Al, I wrote on the notepad and showed Maria. She sighed.
"Ed is resting, but I can bring Al in," She said, getting up. I nodded slightly and Maria swiftly left, leaving me to think about where I was in the story line. My eyes widened.
Hughes was going to die within four days. I needed to rest so I could get out of the hospital in time to do that. I needed to get out the day the brothers left for Izumi's house. I became nervous, but tried to reassure myself. I could threaten them to die on them. Or I could fight my way out. Both appealed to me, but the latter was probably next to impossible. Still, not IMPOSSIBLE. But I probably wouldn't escape alive.
I heard the door open, and looked toward the door to see Al coming in. I temporarily forgot my injury and a relieved smile spread across my face.
"Lynette, are you feeling better?" Al asked worriedly. I nodded. Al sighed in relief, and I scribbled on my notebook.
Do I look that bad? It read. I handed it to Al and he shook his head.
"No, you look fine. You just need to rest and heal." He said. I laughed silently and held my hand out for the notepad, and once receiving it, writing more.
I need a haircut, don't I? I wrote, handing it to Al. He read it and sweat dropped.
"Your hair is kinda messy," Al commented. I suddenly had a depressing aura, growing mushrooms on my head in sadness. Al rushed to tell me it was okay, so I cheered up a bit.
But I noticed something was off about him. He was brooding on the things Barry had told him. My face sobered, and I handed the pad back to Al.
Can you do something for me? I asked on the paper. Al nodded.
"What do you want me to do?" He asked hesitantly. I started scribbling.
I want you to talk to Ed about whats on your mind. It's not good for you to be hurting over something like that. Talk to him, and if people get angry at you, you'll know that all Barry said was garbage. Please, talk to him. If not for yourself, then for me. I gave him the pad and he read it, then looked up at me. I smiled sadly, but encouraged him to go.
"How did you know?" Al asked in astonishment, handing me back the notepad.
I'M A MIND READER PSYCHIC PERSON~ I grinned impishly at Al, who in turn sweat dropped. My grin melted into a heartwarming smile, and I gestured for Al to leave. And, taking the notepad, I put one word in big letters.
GO.
Al nodded, exiting the room. I laid my head back in the pillow, thinking hard about what I was going to do about the Hughes matter. A plan started to develop, and I polished it over the next few hours as I thought and thought and thought, a grin forming on my face. This would probably work. I knew I could make this work, and I was going to try even if it killed me.
I had to start. A nurse had come in to give me lunch, and a doctor had followed to give me medicine, and I held the doctor back, scribbling furiously. The he read it and looked at me with a blank expression.
I need to leave here as soon as possible, it read, Am I fit enough to leave here soon? I will do anything to get out of here, I have really urgent business to attend to. It's a life or death situation!
"The situation you're in is already a life or death situation, miss Lynette," the doctor deadpanned. I gave him a strong willed look.
It's not my life in danger. I NEED to go. If I have to get up and walk myself, so be it. I threatened, making the doctor shake his head. I glared at him before scribbling something else down, something I was sure to get him to help.
I am a new state alchemist. The doctors eyes widened and he appeared to be reconsidering.
"You have to stay here for at least another day. After that, I can probably let you out as long as you use a wheelchair and refrain from speaking too much." The doctor said nervously. I grinned and nodded at him.
Thanks, my last note read. The doctor left just as I heard yelling coming from the room next to mine. I smiled a little to myself. Al wasn't going to hurt anymore. They'd make up and I'd be out of this damn place soon. So I'd leave the night Ed and Al leave. I was very happy.
I drifted to sleep, feeling more peaceful than I had all day.

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I awoke sometime later to the sound of people talking. I groggily turned my head and blinked slowly, finding Ed, Al, and even Winry in the room. I carefully reached up and rubbed my eyes, gently sliding myself up to a sitting position, wincing as pain sparked in my chest. I quickly shook it off to turn to the group, who was looking at my intently.
Notepad? I mouthed. Al nodded and handed it to me and I nodded greatfully at him. I scribbled on it and showed them.
Hi guys. Have you two made up yet? I wrote. Both brothers nodded, and I smiled and wrote, great.
"Are you ok?" Ed asked hesitantly. I looked at him before scratching more words down.
I broke my ribs which in turn punctured my lung, was dying, had surgery which could've possibly killed me, and am currently lying almost motionless in bed and not able to talk. I'm just great, smartass, I gave him a sarcastic look. He looked sorry, but I laughed silently.
I'm just kidding. I'm doing better, thanks. I showed them, but then had another idea, The Colonel is probably going to chew me out, getting almost killed before I even have my pocket watch, haha! Ed snickered when I showed them this. I pointed to Winry, as if asking for a formal introduction. Ed nodded at Winry, who stepped closer to my bed.
"Hello, I'm Winry Rockbell, nice to meet you." Winry said, bowing. I scribbled on my pad.
I'm Lynette La'va, it's very nice to meet you! You're Ed's mechanic, right?
"Yes."
Wow! That's awesome! I've always thought automail was interesting, and I admire your work on Ed's arm. I knew I was in for one of Winry's obsessive automail rants, but I was actually somewhat interested in the mechanics in automail. I need to pick up some stuff for when I go back to my world. My world NEEDS automail.
"YOU'RE INTERESTED IN AUTOMAIL?!" Winry squealed, her eyes becoming big hearts. I nodded slightly, encouraging her to go on.

After a very long rant of mechanics, Winry was done. But I could see she approved of me a bit more.
Anyway, Ed, Al, I need another favor. I wrote, and the brothers looked at my curiously, urging me to go on.
Do you know a way I could get a guide that could help me get to Xing? It's very urgent! Ed and Al seemed surprised at my request.
"Xing? What's in Xing?" Ed asked suspiciously. I shook my head.
I can't tell you. You will know eventually, but this is a life or death situation. I'm sorry, it's not really my secret to give. I will make it up to you, I promise. I wrote.
"You're going to Xing?"
Can't tell you.
"Is someone else?"
Can't tell you!
"What's wrong?"
NOTHING I CAN'T TELL YOU ANYTHING SO STOP. Besides, don't you have something to tell me? I wrote, looking at the brothers pointedly. They sighed.
"We're leaving tomorrow for Dublith," Al said. I pouted.
I assume Winry's coming along to stop at Rush Valley. Everyone nodded, and I faced Winry.
Please take care of them for me, I pleaded. Winry nodded and I sighed in relief.
Come back as soon as possible. If you don't I will hunt you down and drag you back, I threatened while Ed and Al paled. I smiled to myself, then gave each of them a long look.
Be careful. You know Izumi's going to be pissed at both of you. Try not to get killed! Ed and Al sweat dropped nervously, and paled. I chuckled silently.
Anyway, do you know when the Colonel is going to arrive here? I asked. Ed shrugged.
"Probably in a few days. Why?"
He's going to murder me, so I want to know how long I have left, I wrote slowly, and sweating nervously. Everyone laughed. When they were done, Winry noticed I hadn't eaten any of my lunch.
"You should eat," she scolded. I shook my head.
Not hungry, I wrote.
"Lynette, you really should," Al said, supporting Winry. I scrunched my nose at them.
I AM NOT HUNGRY.
"Well, at least drink your milk."
OK I'LL EAT JUST DON'T MAKE ME DRINK THAT! I wrote with wide eyes. I showed it to them.
"DRINK THE MILK!"
NO!
"DRINK THE MILK!"
NO!
"DRINK THE MILK OR YOU'LL BE STUCK HERE!" My eyes were as wide as turkey platters as I shook my head.
I'm getting out tomorrow anyway, I showed them, rolling my eyes. They all stared at me, shocked.
"WHAT KIND OF INSANE DOCTOR WOULD LET OUT A PATIENT WHO WAS FATALLY INJURED SO SOON?!" Winry exclaimed angrily. I motioned for her to calm down.
I threatened them, I grinned like the Cheshire Cat. Everyone sweat dropped as I cackled noiselessly.
"State alchemist license?"
Yep.
"I knew it," Ed mumbled. "But why would you want to get out so soon?" I gulped, and thought for a moment.
I am a fighter. I don't like hospitals, I like fighting. I don't like staying in bed, I like punching. I don't like tubes in my arms, I like holding knives. I HATE THIS PLACE! I wrote, giving them an exasperated expression. They all sweat dropped.
Besides, you don't like hospitals either, do you Ed? He shook his head.
Wow, I think a clumsy idiot like you would've been used to it by now, I cracked up quietly as Ed got really pissed off.
"Why you..." He growled.
Hey, at least I didn't call you short. I coughed as real chuckles escaped my throat, as Ed exploded into a rant. When he was done, I coughed slightly.
"Are you alright?" Al asked worriedly. I shrugged.
I'm dying~ I teased, pretending to choke. Ed, Al, and Winry looked at me, horrified and distressed. I couldn't take it anymore. I laughed silently, pointing at them.
"... She's recovering, alright," Ed deadpanned. I nodded smugly.
"Don't do that! You scared us!" Winry exclaimed. I smirked.
You should've seen your faces! HA!
"Lynette," Al sighed as the door opened. Hughes popped in and came over to me.
"Lynette, are you alright?" He asked worriedly. I rolled my eyes, and showed him the response I gave to the Eleic brothers when they asked that question. Hughes paled until I smiled and showed him the remaining part. He sighed in relief, glancing at the Elric brothers. They smiled sheepishly but Hughes wacked them both on the head.
"HOW COULD YOU DO THAT TO LYNETTE!" He scolded, and Ed sweat dropped.
"She was the one who offered to fight," Ed countered. Hughes sweat dropped, knowing that was probably the most likely answer. I nodded.
How are Gracia and Elicia? I asked. Hughes suddenly turned serious as he pulled two pictures out of his military jacket, glasses glinting dangerously.
"THEY'RE DOING WONDERFUL~" Hughes said, before going into a rant. I swear I've had to listen to quite a few rants today. Automail, not being short, Gracia and Elicia... Geez, and I'm the only one known to be crazy...

After talking a little more, everyone left, and I was sure Ed and Hughes were going to discuss things about the hummonculi and the latest info. I was surprised they didn't ask me about how I knew Envy, but then again, Winry was with them.
This mystery stuff was messing with my head. I had a bad memory, so I could only remember so much of the series. That stunk, but lucky for me, I had just rewatched FMAB right before I had been teleported. That reminded me, I couldn't get too involved with the series. It would change and it would end in disaster if I messed it up. So I had to make minor changes.
But I would risk my life to make the happier ending.

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Hey guys! LONGER CHAPTERS AND FAST UPDATE~ AUTHOR LADY IS SO NICE~ Anyway, you weren't expecting Lynette to get fatally wounded, now where you? I randomly have her a disability in trying to save Hughes, but you'll see... Well, how's the story so far? I think it's improving humor-wise, and I actually really like it!
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