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As I started to gain consciousness, I realized something.
I had lots of tubes attached to my arms, a mask over my face, and lots of bandaging. My breathing was surprisingly normal, and I could only feel a dull ache on my chest and arm.
My eyes fluttered open and I pushed myself up with little effort. I was feeling much better than I had since I had surgery on my lung.
"Well, this is awkward," I muttered, drawing the attention of a person sitting in a chair near my bed.
"SHES AWAKE!" I heard people shout, probably nurses and doctors.
"No, I'm dead and your hallucinating," I said sarcastically, swinging my head to look at the person sitting next to me.
It was Mustang.
My eyes widened and I gulped. I was in for a REAL talking to for getting hurt so bad. I was a little... Okay, A LOT... Scared for my life.
"You idiot!" Mustang growled, "HOW DID YOU GET HURT SO BADLY?!" I winced.
"I... I..." I gulped, "My wounds from last time opened up."
"LAST TIME?!"
"... I didn't tell you about that? Ok, well, the Elric brothers and I pulled a half-brained scheme to visit Lab 5, and lets just say there were guard dogs in there and I... broke a few ribs... And one punctured my lung... And I almost died... And had surgery... Yeah."
"You don't even have your official registration yet and you're off getting fatally injured..."
"... At least I'm feeling better..." At that Mustang gave me a look like "Are you serious?"
"Well you HAVE been in that bed for two weeks..."
"... I WAS IN A COMA?!" I yelled. He nodded. I removed my mask and sat up in bed, attempting and failing to cross my arms courtesy of the many wires plugged into them. I sighed, calming down a bit, then looked him up and down.
Mustang had lost a little weight since I last saw him. He looked like he had been neglecting to eat and sleep properly. The Hughes issue must've reached him.
"... Are you alright? You look like you haven't gotten much sleep lately," I said softly, concern laced in my voice. He sighed.
"Hughes was murdered." My blood ran cold. Even though I knew what really happened, it still shocked me to hear it. I let myself be emotional, because I needed to cover that I had helped Hughes escape, because I told Envy I would.
I was on their side now. Not that I wanted to be. But when I realized that, I remembered one detail.
I was the powerful one here. Knowledge was power, and in this series, I had a crap load of info on it. I was the one in control here. I wouldn't lower myself to side with the hummonculus.
Just think of me as a spy infiltrator that's on Truths side. I was going to make sure everything happened accordingly.
"You're not serious." I said, my eyes steadily widening. He nodded grimly as tears pooled in my eyes. Show time!
"No way," I said, shaking my head furiously. "NO WAY IN HELL!" I was shaking as I looked at Mustang sharply.
"GET THE DOCTOR OR I'LL PULL THESE WIRE THINGS OUT MYSELF." I pulled a wire out from under my skin, wincing as blood beaded in the small patch of skinless flesh that was exposed. Mustang hurriedly fetched a doctor, and soon I was free to go.
I was healing while I was in a coma, so I was in almost perfect condition as I stomped out of the hospital with Mustang.
"When did it happen?" I asked, clenching my fists as I walked aimlessly through Central.
"It was around the time you were admitted into the intensive care unit," Mustang sighed, "You were found on someone's doorstep on the other side of Central about the time he was found." I would be lying if I said I wasn't relieved. I mentally sighed in relief. I couldn't be connected if I was found at the exact time Hughes was but on the other side of Central. Envy must've had Lust bring me closer to the hospital. Phew. The story line was intact.
"Do you know... Who did it?" I asked with a gulp.
"We haven't got any strong lead right now." Double phew. It was going better than I imagined.
"Has anything at all turned up?" Mustang was silent. I sighed as I cooled off.
"When's his funeral?"
"In a few hours."
"Mustang! Could I get my uniform in time for that?"
"Yes, I have it with your pocket watch and forms back in Central Command."
"I'm going to go to his funeral in my uniform. I need to do this." I said, looking Mustang hard in the eyes. He put a hand on my shoulder.
"Lynette? Command is this way," He said, pointing in the opposite direction. I sweat dropped and paused. I was about to start back the other way, when I remembered something.
I gave Mustang a comforting hug, wrapping my arms tightly around him.
"I'm sorry. I know what it's like to loose a best friend." I said, starting to tear up again. Mustang stiffened, but eventually wrapped his arms around me.
We let each other go awkwardly. I looked at Mustang and smiled gently.
"If you need to talk to anyone, I'll be here. It'll be lonely while he's gone," I said soberly. Mustang nodded, a serious expression on his face. He pat my head before quietly leading the way to Central Command.

"Here," Mustang said, handing me my state pocket watch. We had arrived at Central and Mustang had everything with him, so I was going to be a formal alchemist.
"My watch! Cool," I said, eyeing the details. I loved every twist and bump of the metal, it was beautiful! I was going to treasure this for a long time to come.
"Your uniform," Mustang said, handing me a stack of clothes. I took it in my arms and sat on the chair by Mustangs desk as he leaned back in his chair, looking at a file folder. Our gazes met.
"From now on," he said, handing me the file folder, "You are an official state alchemist. Welcome to hell."
"I never though hell would give me such a warm welcome. Ooh, so what's my state codename?"
"Check the paper." He commanded, and so I did. What I found made the corners of my mouth tilt up in an intimidating smirk.
"I like that one. It's sounds... Ruthless."
"So intimidating for someone so young... That's the name of a hardened warrior."
"I am too a hardened warrior! I fought criminals.. Anyway, you have to admit, it's pretty damn cool."
"What ever you say..."
"I think it fits. From now on, I will go down in history. Just you wait and see, and if you hear of my achievements, remember the name "Cold Blood Alchemist"wasn't given to me for nothing."

Hey guys! HER STATE NAME WAS FINALLY REVEALED! Cold Blood came from the idea of an ice dragon, breathing fire like it was alive. And everything alive has blood, so it was the the ice dragon that gave her the name. Anyway, she wasn't accused for the Hughes case. Everything is going according to the plotline of Brotherhood. All is well.
Just saying Lynette is not betraying the brothers or the good side. She's the one making sure everything goes according to Truths plan. Plus she saved Hughes so she's still on the good side. PLEASE DONT DISAPPROVE OF HER DECISIONS HER PLAN WILL BE REVEALED LATER ON!
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