Warning: There might be grammatical errors, sorry bout that.

Disclaimer: No I do not and never will own fma. I do have volumes one through nine on my shelf.

Roy leaned himself against the back of his front door. He had only managed to get here, by sheer will. The urge to walk back into Ed's room had been large and he still thought about going back and doing it. But Ed's words had hurt. As well, his own words stung his lips, making him feel sick to his stomach. "Then go fucking die." He couldn't remember being so angry and he wondered why he truely had gotten so mad. Edward was weak, and under so much stress, and his self esteem and confidence had been killed by Envy, and yet he was angry at him.

He was such a bastard. And now he knew why Ed always called him that.

He had been able to tell Ed how he felt, only to be rejected. It wasn't like he expected Ed to love him back. Everything pointed to what had happened. He just wished that it had been differently. He shouldn't have said those words either, that he loved Edward. He wasn't even sure him self so how could he make things worse on Edward and tell him.

And why did Ed's eyes tell a different story when he said the words back to him. His eyes screamed for a different response, but Roy didn't know what it was. Too caught up in his embarrassment and left.

Ed sat on his bed, head in his hands. No tears had shed, but he felt himself crying. Maybe he'd become to cold and inhuman to cry. Envy hadn created an angel. He created a monster. He heard a slight knock on the door and rushed to put on a strong facade. He wanted out of this damn hospital. If that meant showing strength that wasn't there, so be it.

He knew deep down, he was glad at Roy had done. He might not love him like that, but he was surprised someone cared about him. But then the other part of him was in disbelief. How could someone love him? He was torn, scarred, not even all flesh. Envy had taken over his mind, and he didn't think he'd ever be back to the strong willed person he used to be.

Ed saw the nurse walk into the room, looking over at him sitting cross-legged looking bored. "Feeling better?" She asked, a little unease in her voice. She'd heard rumors about Ed's character in hospital's, but she didn't know that having Roy here, would be so loud.

"I never felt bad in the first place. Idiot 'that won't get out of my head' just brought me here. I didn't want to be." Ed muttered to the nurse, finding the tiles on the floor rather interesting.

"Edward, you lost a lot of blood. A dangerous amount." The nurse replied, confused as to how Ed could feel fine. Really, did he hate hospitals do much as to say he was feeling fine, when he should still be on bed rest for several more days. "Well, after we run a few more tests you'll be free to leave. We'll need to get Colonel Mustang to come back and sign the release papers." She replied, as she closed his chart and was ready to walk out of the room with it.

"Why?!" Ed asked the nurse. "Why the fuck does he have to come back?!" Ed asked again. 'Even though I want him here. I act angry. It'll cover it up.'

"Edward, calm down. You aren't of age to sign your own release papers." She responded, you had to be 18 to sign your own discharge papers. Even if Ed was in military she couldn't let him discharge himself. Mustang was the only one of age to discharge him.

"I've been to the hospital before, multiple occasions. How come he never had to do it before."

The nurse sighed. Such a naive kid. "He did. He had to come down every time you ended up here. And he usually asked the nurses or doctors on your condition." She muttered back; she walked towards the door, hearing Edward mumble to himself. He looked up towards her and she stopped, think he had a question/

'He's cared all this time..' Ed stated inwardly. Why did he care about him? Why did anyone? He was just a human. No...worse then that. An inhuman being, one who's killed, one who's sinned, one who should never have lived. "Do I have to see him?"

The nurse looked at him suspiciously before shacking her head. "No, you won't. I'll tell him that you asked not to have him visit." She stated and Edward nodded. "I'll be back in a few hours to inform you off the test results." She said as she walked away, blood filled needle in hand.

'When the fuck had she done that?'

"You called me down?" Roy asked, standing at the nurses counter. He'd almost told them to call one of his men to come sign the papers, but somehow he managed to get back here once more. The nurse at the station nodded, handing him a clipboard and a pen. Roy took it, gracefully signing his name wherever he needed to.

"Mr. Mustang?" A nurse asked nervously, looking towards him with a slight blush on her lips.

Roy looked toward her, putting on a facade of his usual charm, which only made the woman blush more. "Please...call me Roy, Mr. Mustang is too formal for me." Roy responded, waiting for what it was she wanted to ask."

"Roy.....I'm sorry, but can you go visit Edward....he seems upset about something." She asked him nicely, holding a clipboard up to her chest.

Roy flinched, but made sure to keep up his facade. he didn't want to go back to Edward's room, but knew that he would if asked. Another nurse took the clipboard and looked toward him with a stern looked. "Sorry, he asked not to have to see you." She commented and Roy inwardly was glad, though regretful at the same time.

"Well then I guess I get to escort my lovely princess to wherever it is she needs to go." He soke as he wrapped an arm around the shorter nurse and walked with her down the hall.

Ed looked down the hall, just poking his head out of the room. He was trying to find Mustang in the hall, though part of him wondered why he was even trying. Then suddenly, he saw Roy out of the corner of his eye, as he wrapped an arm around some nurse and walked off with her.

He ran back into his room and kicked his foot against the wall....hard. He didn't know why but he was angrier then before....like Mustang had lied to hm when he said he loved him. Though he was confused as to why he should care. He hated Mustang.

Or did he?

Wow, sorry for such a long ass brake. As well, nothing really happens in this chapter but its just to get me back into writing. School takes up life and for some reason I had a stroke of wanting to write. Kinda odd but I'm glad. As well, my writing has once again improved to what it was before with this story. I hope to get longer chapters (not much) and this story flowing back to normal. If your lucky I might have another chapter up next week or in the next few days.

And I think that the random part with Roy in character was so cliche and annoying to write XD

Thanks readers and reviewers, I love you.