I'm really sorry for the late update on this story. I wanted to finish "Scattered" first before taking on this story. It's really hard to produce quality chapters when working on two projects.

Also my Grandpap died in the beginning of August and I took his loss hard. I was there with my family when he died. I don't think I'll ever forget the horror of watching someone you love take their last, ragged, breath. I remember just standing there in shocked silence as everyone began to cry. I thought he would just open his eyes and tell everyone that he was joking, he was always such a joker. But he didn't.

I could go on and on about my Grandpap but I know you guys don't want to hear that. I'm feeling well enough now to actually start writing again. I don't know when the next chapter will be uploaded but I hope to finish this story by, at the latest, mid 2017.

Anyway I hope you like the chapter and thank you everyone for the favorites, follows, and comments. They make me really happy.

See you in the next chapter.

Chapter 5

"So…Edward is blind?" The lieutenant asked after listening to the colonel. She had said nothing as he told her of the boy's accident.

"For the time being…Yes," Mustang sighed quietly, hoping that what he said was true. From the room Edward lie in, only a door down; he could hear Al comforting the elder brother. The colonel had sat with Ed for almost a half hour, holding his hand in an attempt to calm him. He had then changed positions with Alphonse, telling him that he needed to contact his crew. The injured boy seemed to tell the colonel was leaving and began to squirm and moan. Al had successfully calmed him and Mustang had rushed to the phone.

"I'll take care of things while you're with him. If anything changes don't hesitate to call." Hawkeye responded, her voice shaking despite her efforts to remain calm. A loud moan from Edward's room echoed through the hall and he tensed.

"Thank you, I have to go now." The colonel could hear Al's voice, now sounding more concerned. Hawkeye said something before he hung up but he wasn't paying much attention. Mustang rushed to the room as he heard another moan. He stood in the doorway, gaze locking on the injured boy. Alphonse was at his side, patting his hand in hopes of calming him.

"What's wrong?" The colonel darted to the younger brother's side. He looked at Ed and saw that his face was paler than before and that his eyes were opened slightly, lids twitching as though he was having a bad dream.

"I don't know," Al cried out, looking up at him with eyes that seemed to glow bright with anxiety. Mustang put a hand to Ed's forehead, feeling the cold and clammy skin.

"Edward, can you hear me?" He asked, looking desperately around to see if he was physically injured. His eyes remained almost closed and he didn't seem to be aware of his surroundings.

Suddenly the colonel saw a large, dark, mark beneath the thin hospital clothes. He lifted the shirt to see that the right side of abdomen, right under his ribs, was swollen and bruised. He placed a hand gently onto the surface and felt heat radiating from it. Edward moaned louder and writhed in pain.

"Something isn't right." Mustang turned towards Al, who was staring at his brother and shaking slightly. The colonel tapped the armor's shoulder and he jerked back to the present.

"I'll get a nurse." He said, standing quickly and rushing from the room.

The colonel then turned his attention back to Ed. The boy was still shaking with pain and didn't seem to be conscious. As he watched Edward coughed and a few drops of blood speckled the oxygen mask.

"Out of the way!" He recognized the voice of the nurse who had been there earlier. Mustang stood back as she slid past him so she was next to Ed. She began to examine the area and, as she turned her head to look at the boy's face, she noticed the blood. Another nurse peeked in, waiting for the current nurse to say anything.

"Go get a doctor and let's get him into x-ray." She spoke quickly, her voice urgent. The other nurse disappeared and the nurse in front of him turned her head to look at him over her shoulder.

"I think his liver has been punctured, probably by one of his broken ribs while he was waking up," She said. "We need to check it out and patch it up before he bleeds out."

Mustang stood in silence, feeling the presence of Alphonse next to him. The other nurse returned with a small group of people in different colored scrubs. They moved around the room, rearranging equipment as the head nurse began to wheel the bed from the room.

Before the group left one of the nurses turned to them. "Stay here and we'll update you as soon as we can." And with that they were left in the empty room.