Roy collapsed in one of the uncomfortable hospital chairs. He felt like weights were tied around his limbs. He sagged. The doctors had rushed Edward back to get all his wounds cleaned up and have his his wrist and nose both set.

At some point one of the doctors had checked out his own injuries. And now the headache was much more dull after some painkillers.

He leaned back in his seat, letting his head loll back. He shut his eyes, blocking out the migraine that stayed right under the surface. He felt his mind drifting in and out of awareness. He would sometimes hear chatter about the waiting room and sometimes he lost all awareness. He was out of it for most of the time, though.

A voice -and it wasn't Hawkeye's- was speaking above him. He tried to focus but his concussion was hindering him from doing so well.

"I think we should maybe admit him."

Now Roy heard his Lieutenant. "That's why I called you. As I said earlier, I don't think he will give his injuries enough time to heal. He and Edward both."

"Then I'll have a room arranged for him." The was a contemplative silence. "That is... Unless you think placing them both in the same room would be best. You would be able to watch after the both of them simultaneously."

Roy didn't really understanding what was being said. He knew the words were being said and he understood them to some degree, but individually, not as a whole sentence. He was beyond lost with the sentences.

"That would be appreciated, Doctor."

"Of course. And you wouldn't mind if I sent a nurse with a wheelchair while he's still out? He won't fight like he was earlier." The was shuffling, quite a bit of it.

"Of course not. Thank you," Hawkeye replied appreciatively.

"Then I'll have a nurse bring a wheelchair and we will soon have another bed in Mister Elric's room. He will be cleared for visitors very soon as well."

Roy couldn't help the groan that escaped him.

"Sir?"

Roy didn't know how to answer. He gave a weak grunt.

"Colonel, did you hear what we said?" Hawkeye asked.

Roy thought he gave another grunt, but he wasn't really sure. He began to fade again.

Roy was more awake when he was being wheeled to Edward's and his hospital room. He wasn't exactly sure how he felt about this arrangement, but it was a good way to keep an eye on Fullmetal.

Maybe Hawkeye thought the same. But at least he was getting out of doing paperwork.

When they arrived, they had to go through several guards to get to the actual room, but it was fine because it meant Edward's was well guarded and that wouldn't change. They didn't want a repeat of Edward's kidnapping.

Roy didn't need to deal with them anyway. He only had to sit there and try not to fall asleep or fall forwards out of the wheelchair, which he disagreed about needing. But he was more awake, so it wasn't too much of a problem.

Roy felt his eyes close as he leaned against his hand.

"Sir."

Roy jumped a bit, opening his eyes. "Yes, Lieutenant?"

"We're going to go in now," Hawkeye answered.

Roy nodded and began massaging his temples.

Riza pushed the wheelchair into the room. They were met by the smell of strong chemicals.

"How can anyone breathe in here?" Roy questioned out loud. "This can't be healthy for Fullmet-" He stopped when he saw the small figure on the bed. Edward was wearing an oxygen mask that looked just a little too big for him. Everything looked too big. He was just so small in the bed as he breathed in breath after breath of what was probably a medicated oxygen.

The chemical filled air was forgotten. Roy simply stared silently at the child in the hospital bed. He had too many machines hooked up to him.

Roy stood up.

"Sir? Sir, I recommend you sit down." It was more of an order than a recommendation.

"No, Lieutenant. Not right now." If she didn't let that slide then he was a dead man. He didn't know where he got the bravery to say it. But she didn't argue again.

Roy limped heavily, almost toppling over a few times when he wasn't trying to be overly careful. He drops into a chair that was placed beside Edward's bed.

Roy sighed. He didn't take Fullmetal's hand even if he had the stange urge to do so. He just sat there listening to the whistling of Edward's breaths through the oxygen mask.

I'm sorry. I had school and when I went to publish this earlier, I deleted the document and for some reason couldn't revive it. So I re-wrote it for you!