Hughes rolled his eyes.

"Roy, why do you still have this?" Maes held up a stuffed dinosaur. It had been a gift he bought for Roy on a night when they had been so wasted that both of them spent the whole night out doing random absurd things. Maes didn't even know what it was exactly. He tried to remember if the cashier had said what it was. No, she, or maybe he? He really couldn't remember, hadn't said anything. But this was a stegosaurus, right? Maybe?

"I don't know, Hughes. I really don't."

"Ha, remember right after I bought this? You tried hitting on that girl, and she socked you."

"No, I don't remember her, but I do remember that black eye. How come you remember? I thought we were both wasted."

"Oh, we were. But those two things were the highlights of my day. how could I forget them?"

"You jerk! You thought it was funny that that girl punched me?"

"That's what I said, Roy." Maes flung the stuffed stegosaurus at Roy.

Mustang laughed.

"When is Ed released from the hospital?" Mustang scowled. He didn't like being reminded of the boy. He especially didn't like thinking about the injuries and handicap the kid had been admitted for.

"Looks like he'll be out on Saturday." Roy sighed.

"That's good

"Yeah, but I'm not ready."

"Which is why we are cleaning out your spare room."

"No, by Saturday I can be physically ready, but mentally..."

"Roy, I hate to tell you, but you can never mentally prepared for the Elrics," Mustang didn't look pleased with Hughes' comment. He threw the stegosaurus back at Maes, hitting him in the head.

"Ed is going to be happy to be out of the hospital. five days is a long time to be stuck in bed and he still has two and a half days left. I bet he's counting the minutes till he's out," Maes smirked and closed up the box he had filled. "I'll go see him a little later."

Edward had repeatedly tried getting out of bed alone when no one was around so now no one trusted him. Not like he trusted them either. At the moment, Alphonse was trying to catch a kitten he had brought to show Edward. It was a golden kitten with a pair of golden eyes. Alphonse had probably brought it in so that Edward would be annoyed and tell him to get rid of it, but Edward just ignored the kitten. Alphonse had been distracted by his brother's odd behaviour and let the kitten run off by accident.

Now, Edward was climbing out of bed. He was leaning against the walls for support because of his malfunctioning automail. The knee kept locking up or it just wouldn't support his weight. This was honestly farther than Edward had ever gotten. He was always stopped while he was climbing out of bed. He yanked out the annoying IV and stumbled to the door. He fell as his knee gave out. Barely catching himself on the wall, Edward got back up. He looked down at wall to see a smear of blood. The place where his IV had been was covered in blood. Edward ignored it and opened the door.

The hall was busy but not crowded. Edward picked a direction and started walking, or limping. He was leaning heavily against the wall and traveling at a very slow pace. A hand gripped his shoulder. Edward jumped back and upset his balance. He fell to the ground infront of a man. Edward's face adopted an expression of surprise and fear that then turned to anger.

"Don't touch me!"

Michael John was looking for his sister's hospital room when he saw several drops of blood on the ground. They made up a trail, which was worrying. Michael changed his path in order to follow the droplets. He saw a young boy stumbling down the hallway. The kid was dressed in a mint green hospital garb and was bleeding from what was probably his IV puncture.

"Hey, kid, are you okay? You're bleeding." The kid made no indication that he had even heard Michael. "Kid? Kid?!"

Michael grabbed the boy's shoulder. The kid jumped and fell. He looked up at Michael with a fearful look and slightly defensive position. "I'm so sorry, kid. Are you okay I didn't mean t-"

"Don't touch me!" The boy's face changed, becoming angry. Michael jumped back. He didn't know why, but there seemed to be a different meaning behind the words.

"Mister Elric! What are you doing?" The nurse that ran up turned to Michael. "I'm sorry, Sir. Are you okay? I saw you jump back."

"Oh, I'm fine. Don't worry about me, but is he okay?"

"Yes, he'll be fine."

The boy started to shiver. He curled up on himself.

"What happened to him?" Michael asked, a sad sort of look on his face.

"He was in that train derailment. I can't really tell you anymore."

Michael nodded sympathetically and turned to leave, "Wait, can you tell me why he wasn't answering me?"

The nurse frowned. "He's deaf." Michael scowled. He turned and walked off glancing back at the boy.

Edward curled up on himself. He screwed his eyes tightly shut. He felt cold, and his chest hurt. Breathing was steadily getting harder. His breath just didn't want to come. Edward tried to take in the next breath but his chest felt constricted.

He didn't want to feel like this. He felt sick. Something wasn't right. Something was defiantly wrong.

Lillian didn't want to scare the boy but he was acting like it was hard for him to breathe.

"Oh," Lillian's face darkened when she realised what was happening.

"Lillian, is he alright?" Another nurse asked coming up behind her. Lillian jumped a little.

"No, I think he's having a panic attack."

The other nurse nodded and asked, "Do you want me to get some sertraline?"

"No, wait a minute. I'm going to see if I can calm him down," She poor her hands on Edward's shoulders.

Someone gripped Edward's shoulders. His chest felt like someone was sitting on him and it only got worse as the hands stayed on his shoulders. Edward tried to take in the next breath but the oxygen he needed wasn't coming. The fingers on his left hand were numbing now. His eyes lazily opened up again, vision being met with blurry images.

Edward tried to speak upon noticing the nurse. He was having a hard enough time finding the breath, but now he didn't think that he could even try to talk.

By some miracle his voice bubbled out, "Ca.. n't... Breath..."

The nurse turned her back on him and seemed to speak to another blur. Edward was too exhausted and oxygen starved to try to imaging what they might be saying. He felt like something was closing in on him. Someone? A danger? Death? Was he going to suffocate?

'No, no!'

Edward honestly felt like he was about to pass out. But if he passed out would he suffocate in his unconscious state? Wouldn't that be better than suffocating awake? Edward chocked. Then he couldn't take the next breath. His panic grew, but he still couldn't breathe. Edward had no idea how much time passed, but suddenly he felt a glass touch his lips. A cool citrus flavor met his tongue. Then he choked.

'They are trying to drown me!'

Edward tried to fight but he was too weak. Some of the citrus liquid somehow made its way down Edward's throat, not drowning him. A prick in his arm followed, making him even more panicky.

"No! Stop! Don't- don't hur..." Edward's flesh hand was already numb but now the numbing was all the way up his arm and spreading over his whole body.

"Al... I... wan..." Edward felt arms wrap themselves around him. Then it all got dark and fuzzy.

"Al... I... wan..." Lillian turned to the other nurse as Edward trailed off.

"Find his brother, a boy in a large suit of armour, and tell him that I have Edward and that he's fine."

Lillian slipped her arms under Edward's knees and around his shoulders, lifting him.

"Woah! pphffff, Edward you are so heavy."

"Ma'am, are you okay? You look like you could use some help?" a man offered.

"A little help would be appreciated."

"Let me take him- Ed?" The man looked surprised and confused.

"Oh, I'm sorry I didn't recognize you at first. Was it Huggies?"

"Hughes," The man said taking a half conscious Edward. "What happened?"

"He had a panic attack after escaping his room. He wouldn't take any medicine so we had to give him a gentle sedative."

"Isn't that dangerous?"

"So is chocking and not being able to breathe," Hughes'eyes widened.

"That bad?" He glanced down at the boy in his arms as he followed the nurse down the hall.

'I imagine Roy will have a harder time than he thought. I hope that he knows what he's getting himself into.'

A/N: No, I won't teach anyone how to make a bomb. Sorry for the delay. I had my Wi-Fi pretty much fail me. I also started a new story.

Thank you for the reviews. I love reading them.

-UNAU/IME