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Doctor Jim Warren

"Western border?" Riza said shocked. "But that means… how long have I been unconscious?"

"Eight days, you got here yesterday morning. Here let me help you up." The nurse walked behind Riza and propped her back up. Riza felt pain throughout her torso as she was helped up.

"What happened?" Riza said horrified her voice catching in her dry throat. "Why am I here?"

"Well, people who are injured in Central get sent out safe places to recover. But not anyone gets sent away, only if your injuries are extensive enough." She picked up a glass of water and put a straw in it "Here drink." Riza was about to reach for the glass when she found her right arm strapped to her side and in a sling. She then couldn't use her other hand because it was in a cast from her hand to her elbow. Her thirst beat her curiosity and she took a deep drink dowsing the bad dry taste in her mouth. When she licked her lips she found them chapped from her long sleep.

"How badly am I injured?"

"Well at Central they took the two bullets in your left hand out so the holes are healing, your left collarbone is also broken." Riza looked down solemnly at the bed's pale pink sheets, listening grimly. "Your right wrist is broken and so are two of your ribs, that's what causes the pain in your torso."

"What about my legs," she dreaded what the nurse would say.

"A small break to your fibula but it was a simple fracture and alchemists were able to fix that back at Central. You will need to stay off of it for another three weeks. So if you want to go outside you will need to ask me, only a wheelchair will do."

"How easy we fall," Riza said quietly.

"Oh no miss don't think that for a second! You survived two bullets and a building crashing upon you! You will get soon quickly and head back to Central with that Mustang fellow." The nurse said distressed. Riza looked over at the nurse with a no nonsense face.

"What about the Mustang fellow?" Riza said trying not let her excitement show.

"He must care deeply for you since he sent someone here with you to make sure your trip was well, and he sent a letter making sure you were to be taken well care of." Caitlyn said smiling.

"Who came with me?"

"A Warrant Officer… umm I don't think I remember his name." The nurse looked up a pained expression furrowing her brow in thought.

"Falman?" hoping that one of her comrades were with her this far away from home.

"Yes, that's the one he left once he saw you were in safe hands."

"Oh," Riza said sadly.

Through the first three weeks Riza stayed at the hospital she couldn't do much, once a day she would get to go around the hospital, in a wheelchair. Without Hayate, who she was happy the hospital let her have, she would be completely bored. She was only able to throw a ball slowly but at least she could help Hayate. She would sit propped up with pillows and let her hand down to receive the ball Hayate would place in her hand then she would throw it in the small room but not very far though.

She never got to see much of Eureka. The hospital was small, with only 20 rooms. Her nurse told her that the Military Fort was further up the river. The town was in a shallow valley surrounded by rolling hills. If people weren't in the military then they most likely owned orchards that surrounded the town. Other than the fort there wasn't much to Eureka. There was a Market, a post office, a pub and the train station. Riza was completely cut off from the world she knew.

For those weeks she was treated by Nurse Caitlyn alone and she started to wonder if she had a doctor. That was until a tall man with light blonde hair and blue eyes came into her room. He didn't say anything as he walked into her room and picked up her chart at the end of her bed. She noticed he had a brace on his right wrist. She was suspicious when he walked up to her bed and started pulling the sheets back; she wondered what he was doing in there.

"May I help you?" She asked him sternly. He looked up at her then seemed to snap out of his daze.

"Oh so sorry, just got back to Eureka an hour ago. Good-day Lieutenant Hawkeye I'm Doctor Jim Warren … your doctor in fact." He held out his hand and smiled revealing dimples.

"Nice to meet you doctor," she shook his hand, "May I ask why I haven't seen you for three weeks?"

"Well actually I was the first doctor to treat you in Central." He said matter-a-factly and started to fold her blankets off of Riza. "You see I'm originally a surgeon but once I broke my wrist I was useless. So I picked a place to take my leave and it was here in my home town. I've been traveling with the others who were sent away and treating them on the road since your condition was stable enough." He continued folding the blankets down until he revealed her ankle. Nurse Caitlyn had taken it out of the cast the day before and it was in a splint. Warren gently unwrapped it and then started to massage it she could hear the adhesions of the unused joint. "Is any of this hurting?"

"No," Riza said. He looked up at her grinning.

"All of you soldiers always the same. You know if it hurts something's wrong."

"I'm telling the truth it does not hurt." She said sternly. She heard him chuckle to himself.

"Good, now you'll be able to walk. I'll have the nurse give you a list of the exercises that you can do." He walked up her head board "Here if you could sit up straighter." He helped her prop herself up. "Now if you would hold your right arm up." She lifter her arm slowly and he began lifting her shirt up.

"What do you think your doing?" she asked lowering her arm and pushing him away weakly. He stepped back holding his hands up in innocence.

"Miss Riza you're going to have to let me look at your ribs." Riza looked down embarrassed.

"Oh sorry," she lifted her arm.

"It's okay I can be absent minded and forget whether or not I said something or thought about saying it. I must be making no sense." He laughed and quickly checked her ribs. Then he went around her bed to check her collarbone. Next he returned to the chart and wrote down a few things. He finally came back to her side pulling up a chair to sit next to her.

"So now if you would like to ask me anything medically concerned now's the time"

"How long until I am completely healed?"

"Ah that's always the first questioned asked," he said smiling, which was getting on Riza's nerves. It felt as if he was laughing at her. "Well, I think that you will be safe with one year. You're doing quite well. Ribs are the worst you can't even put on a shirt without feeling sore." Riza let out a groan falling back onto the pillows. "You'll be out of that sling in a week and your full mobility back with in about three months."

"What about the wrist?"

"Three more weeks," Riza gave the ceiling a frustrated glare, she couldn't be mad at the doctor it wasn't his fault.

"When can I go back to Central?"

"Our orders are to keep you here for six months after that it's up to the superiors." Riza started to seep into despair.

"Six whole months, what am I to do with six months? Stay in the hospital? My place is back at Central." She sat up and looked at Warren intently.

"Actually what we will do is a sort of a foster-like system. We will find a military family out here in the suburbs for you to live with. You can help out and have your own room while you are on medical leave. Until then you are here under the watchful eye of the hospital." They sat there for a moment, Riza had no idea what to say to that, her whole life had flipped upside down.

"W-What about the conspirators I was injured by?" Warren stood up and flattened the creases in his pants. He tossed a letter onto her lap.

"I said medical questions Hawkeye, I seriously don't know about the conspirators but I'm sure this letter will answer it, bye." He turned around and walked out of her room without another word. Riza looked down at the letter in her lap opened it. The letter was from her Grandfather, General Grumman.

Dear Lieutenant Riza,

I hope that you are recovering well; Mustang said that the doctor and location you are at currently are second to none. Speaking of Roy Mustang I hope you are glad to know that after much discussion with myself and the other Generals he was reinstated to his position of Colonel. We are still seeing whether or not he deserves to be put back as Brigadier General. I doubt that will happen easily though.

I am sure that you are anxious to hear what the developments are here in Central. The Government is discussing that control should be put back in the hands of the Military. If that happens then that means that Lieutenant General Violet or I will be the next Fuhrer. I would prefer not to be on the top but if it were me or Violet I would rather like myself as the ruler.

Rebuilding has been going well, there are still buildings in ruin but our progress has been sufficient. If we keep moving at this pace I am sure that there will be no trace of the war from the other world by June. Every now and then there are skirmishes from the group of conspirators who injured you. Don't worry though Colonel Mustang is in charge of finding them and prosecuting them. While he's doing that we have to try to pick up the fallen pieces of our city.

Get well,

Lieutenant General Grumman

A/N: Yay! Riza is alive! Well I was never going to kill her, I'm not that maniacal .! Okay just to sort some things out. I think that when the Nazis came from Germany to Amestris it was fall so if all State Alchemists help with the rebuilding they should be done by June right? That's my guess anyway.

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