The heat radiating off the engine was almost too much to bare, as Roy neared. He refused to let that stop him, though. The Flame alchemist being stopped by heat would be embarrassing, but that still wasn't the reason for not stopping. He needed to save the kid, he had to save Edward. He wouldn't be able to live with himself of he let that stupid kid die.

Roy was now close enough to reach out and touch the side of the engine. Without thinking, his right hand rose, closing in on the burning metal.

"Colonel! Don't touch it!" Alphonse's voice made him think twice about his decision.

"Let me do it. I won't be able to feel the heat," Al said, reminding Roy of the safer choice.

Roy took a step back, making room for the large armour to work. Alphonse pulled a piece of chalk out and began drawing a transmutation circle on the side of the engine. He pressed his hands against the circle, sending blue light shinning through the air. The wall began to deconstruct and reconstruct into an empty doorway.

Roy didn't even wait for the blue light to fade before running into the, now empty, space. He was met with a blast of heat.

Roy's breath caught in his chest as the stinch of burnt flesh was forced onto his nostrils. He fought against the overwhelming urge to vomit from the putrid smell. That alone would have made him sick, but it wasn't alone there was also the sickening sight of two charred corpses.

"Colonel?" The voice behind him asked, when he hesitated to go in all the way. "What's wrong? What do you see?" panic was starting to creep into the voice.

Get ahold of yourself! Roy internally screamed You have seen this before! You've done this! It's no different then the ! He was wrong though, this was different, this was Edward. His Edward. The little boy everyone saw as broken before he had gotten his automail, but he had seen the boy as he truly was, a strong, determind child. He was nothing like any of the others. He was Edward.

A flash of a familiar red caught Roy's eye and pulled him out of his thoughts. It was trapped under one of the corpses. Under not on, under. Roy suddenly didn't feel the heat anymore he only felt cold dread. The chance that Edward might still alive didn't seem as likely now. What if Mustang had been to late? What if Edward was dead and Roy had been too late to find the kid?

Mustang moved towards the corpse and red coat, with a quick pace, not stopping when he heard the shocked gasp of the younger Elric.

Roy knelt by the corpse with the red coat under it. He tried desperately not to be sick from the smell. Roy knew the smell of burning flesh from too much experience. He should have been used to the smell, but he wasn't. Roy knew he probably never would be.

Alphonse was now standing beside Mustang. Roy knew that he must have already seen the red coat.

"Colonel, i-is that m-my broth-" Alphonse's voice once again cracked, and along with it Roy's heart. He just couldn't stand the sound of the child's evident pain.

Gathering all the courage he could muster Roy pulled the corpse away from the red fabric. Roy wanted only to cry out for joy, though he remained quiet, as he looked at the boy he had come to find. His joy melted away as he looked over the pale face. Edward's eyes were closed, he didn't even look like he was breathing. Mustang pulled off his glove pushing his middle and index fingers against Edward's neck checking for a pulse. It was weak, very weak, but it was there.

"I-is he alive?" Alphonse asked hope clinging to His voice.

"Barely," Roy responded, frowning slightly. He noticed the steadily bleeding wound in His young subordinate's side. This wasn't His only injury, he was covered in cuts and bruises, and burns covered most of Edward's left arm all the way up to part of his cheek.

Roy removed his jacket and bunched it up against Edward's wound in an attempt to stop the bleeding. Edward didn't react to anything he didn't even flinch in pain when Mustang lifted him up and held him in his arms bridal style.

"Alphonse, we need to get out of here it's too hot, and your brother needs serious medical attention" Roy said, pulling himself to his feet and moving towards the doorway with his bundle. Alphonse followed, looking over Mustang's shoulder at his unconscious brother's face.

Lieutenant Hawkeye was distressed when Mustang had approached her, covered in sweat, with the bleeding and unconscious kid. She had been very worried about Edward, but seeing him now brought on a whole new level of worry, one a mother would feel when she found out her son was hurt.

Without meaning to, Hawkeye hesitated, worrying that leaving, even for only a second, might result in him hurting himself more. She couldn't let that happen he was already hurt and quite possibly, in fact most likely, dying. She shook her head against the silly notion that he would be hurt, he would be safe with the Colonel, but not if she didn't move and start the car.

As Hawkeye ran off, ahead of them, in the direction of the car, Alphonse wrung his large gauntlet hands, worry radiating off of him in waves, as he followed the Colonel at a slower pace. He longed to wrap his arms around his brother and hold him tight so that he could never be hurt like this again.

They reached the now running can. Alphonse piled into the back seat, not leaving Mustang with much of a choice but to place Edward in Alphonse's protective arms, and sit in passenger seat, worrying about his subordinate's serious condition.

"Lieutenant, How far to the nearest hospital?" Mustang asked looking over at the woman driving.

"About twenty minutes, Sir," She answered.

"Make it fifteen!" Roy ordered.

"Yes, sir!"

Mustang glanced back at the brothers through the rear view mirror. Guilt weighed down heavily on his shoulders; he realised that those brothers would never had been on that train if not for him. It was entirely his fault. If only he hasn't sent the two boys on that mission this wouldn't have happened, he wouldn't be worrying that his youngest subordinate would die at any moment. He knew that this was all his fault.

So that was how the trip to the hospital went, Roy weighed down by his sickening guilt, Hawkeye speeding to the nearest hospital, Al holding his injured brother, and all of this was set in an awkward and tense silence only broken by the occasional wheezing breath from Edward.

A/N: HA HA sorry this is so short. (Like Edward) The next part will be out tomorrow. I was just trying to get this part over with. It felt boring while writing and I felt that I should get this out so I could just work on a different part.

Disclaimer:I don't own fullmetal alchemist! Big surprise, right?!Love you guys! Thanks for reading! Please review so I know what you think! And tell me what you think Edward lost! I will mention anyone who guesses in the Author's note next chapter.