Within 3 hours, Winry had arrived at the hospital. She burst into the main door and sprinted up to the receptionist's desk. "Which room is Edward Elric in?" The receptionist looked quite startled.

"He's in the ICU, level 5. Take that elevator over there. When you get out, turn left, then take a right. His room number is 504. I should warn you he's-" She didn't even get to finish. Winry bolted for the elevator and leapt into one, almost knocking over a nurse.

"Oh, sorry, ma'am. I'm anxious to see my friend. I heard he wasn't doing well and… I wanted to see him… His name is Edward Elric, do you know him?" She started tearing up.

"Oh, yes, the alchemist boy. I was on his surgical team. He really doesn't look too well. But I have faith in that boy. If he even managed to survive buried in the rubble, he must be a tough little guy." She managed a small smile. "I can show you to his room if you like. But please, don't be so wild or loud. This is the ICU, after all."

They walked down the hall, past another room with a little boy in it. He was about 5, and he looked very sickly. "Poor little thing…" She held her hand to her heart.

"Here, room 504. Go on in." The nurse opened the door and Winry walked in. A privacy curtain blocked Ed from sight.

"Hi, Al. How are you?" She walked over to Al and put her hand on his arm. She turned and looked at the curtain. "How's Ed?"

"He's… holding on. He's in a coma now. It's helping to keep him alive, but if he doesn't wake up by tomorrow night, he probably won't wake up at all…" He put his head in his hands. "I wish I had my body back. If nothing else, I could at least show how I truly feel."

This broke Winry's heart. She slowly walked over to the curtain and pulled it back.

"Winry, don't! You shouldn't see-" Too late.

"Oh my god… Ed!" She burst into tears. Al walked over and just hugged her. "He looks so sad! I miss the old him… Cursing all the time, complaining about his height… I just want him back."

O-O-O

"Edward, dear, you can't just stay here forever. Eventually you'll have to move. If you don't, you'll either be brought here or dragged down to Hell. Your choice." Trisha was talking almost meanly. She seemed… threatening.

Now Ed was really confused. Dragged to Hell? Well, seeing how he wasn't a Christian and he wasn't exactly a sweet person, he'd probably end up there anyway.

"I'm sorry, Mom. I'll deal with my fate when it comes. Right now, I have a job to do, and a promise to keep." Ed turned away from his mother and walked towards his friends, who now included Winry.

As soon as he turned his back on his mother, the light faded. His friends, however, started fading too.

"What's happening? Al? Winry? No, come back! Don't leave me, dammit!" He began sprinting towards them. Every step became harder. His injuries were reappearing with every inch. He took a running start and leapt towards his friends.

O-O-O

Beep… Beep… Beepbeepbeepbeepbeeeeeee… "Ed? Ed, no, come on, don't leave me! Please!" Ed's heart monitor showed that his heart was failing. Winry tried to reach out to him, but Al held her back.

A doctors and 2 nurses rushed into the room with a defibrillator. "Miss, please move." They rushed to Ed's side and tore off part of the bandages.

"Ok, charge!" The doctor held up the pads and rubbed them together. "Clear!" He shocked Ed. Winry was suddenly glad his auto-mail wasn't attached. If it was, it would have amplified the shock too much.

He was still flat-lined.

"Charge again!" He rubbed them again. "Clear! Come on kid, wake up, dammit! I will not lose you!"

O-O-O

Ed took a running start and leapt towards his friends.

"Edward! Hurry! You must reach your room!" Riza pointed down the hall to his hospital room. The door was closing. He was back in his clothes again, and covered in blood. He was barely able to walk, but he dashed for his room.

"Dammit, dammit, don't close!" He stumbled and the door almost closed. Luckily, he was able to stick his right hand into the door to stop it. However, his auto-mail was disappearing. "Shit!" He crawled to the door and pried it open just as his arm vanished. He pulled himself to a standing position and stumbled to the bed. As he reached it, he passed out and fell into it, soaking the sheets with blood.

O-O-O

… beep… beep…

"Thank god. We got him!" Ed's body convulsed and blood started coming up his stomach tube. The doctor set down the charge pads and wiped the sweat off his brow.

Winry collapsed into Al's lap out of sheer joy that Ed was alive. "I knew you could do it, brother!" Both were amazed that he came out of the coma so soon.

"He's a fighter, that one. I wish I knew how he came out of the coma like that…" The doctor shook his head and began to walk out. "Oh, Alphonse, would you please notify a nurse when he wakes up? We need to make sure he's ok." Al nodded.

He and Winry walked over to stand by Ed, one on either side. Winry moved a strand of hair out of his face, and Al just touched his shoulder. "We're here for you, brother."