Note: I'm really sorry that I didn't put Ed in the first chapter. He just didn't quite fit in the first chapter. I'm also sorry about the length of the first chapter. I had more inspiration on this one, not to mention I could find no good place to stop, so enjoy.

Disclaimer: Everyone should already know, I own no part of FMA. However, I do own my own Ed plushie hugs plushie and a few other FMA related things, but unfortunately, not the show/manga. Otherwise my friends and I would be in it: )

I'd like to thank Bar-Ohki and Artificial Life Creator for reviewing.

My eyes pop open, and my head jerks up. Unfortunately, the rest of my body isn't able to follow, because of my paralysis. The jerk causes a sharp pain in my neck, and I let out a sharp cry into the lonely room. Its morning, now, and I don't even notice the blonde teen sitting in the corner of the room.

"Nightmare?" he finally speaks up.

"Who are you?"

"Major Edward Elric. The Fullmetal Alchemist. Your father requested to my superior that I spent the day with you. I'm not a baby-sitter" he mumbles the last part.

"I'm sorry my father made you come. I don't need a baby-sitter"

"I'm not a baby-sitter" he repeats, but this time so I can hear.

"I may be paralyzed, but I can still take care of myself"

"How? All you can move is your head" If I would have been able to, I would have crossed my arms in front of my chest. Instead, I just glared at him, and then looked out the window.

"Not really. You're a quadriplegic. You can no longer do a thing for yourself"

"You have to rub it in my face, don't you? You have all four limbs, and they work perfectly. I have all four limbs, but none of them work" I snarl. At my statement, he looks hurt.

"Did I hurt the baby's feelings?" I ask, sarcastically.

"I have only two limbs"

"Then why can you function with those limbs, even without them?" I ask, and he pulls up his right sleeve, and left pant leg.

"Automail" we say in unison.

"How?"

"I can't tell you"

"Top secret military thing…I see"

"No, personal thing. I can't tell you until my brother gets back"

"Whatever" I say, and then turn my head so I can look out the window again.

"Quit wallowing in your self-pity. There are people much worse off than you are, and not even complaining" he's now rolling his sleeve and pant leg down.

"Leave me alone. You don't know what it's like to have had your fully functioning body completely taken away from you. The most frustrating part is that it's still there, but it won't move. At least yours wasn't even there to look at" I say, still turned away.

"Hello, Brother. Is that her?" I hear the soft voice of a slightly younger boy.

"Yeah. She's…Well, she's being just like me when Mustang visited"

"I can hear you. I may be a quadriplegic, but I can still hear" I say, turning my head to glare at the boys. Instead of seeing a younger boy, standing next to Ed, I see a suite of armor. My eyes widen slightly in surprise, but I try not to let them see.

"Al, this is Sarah Daniels. Sarah, this is my little brother, Alphonse" Ed introduces.

"I'd shake your hand, but…yeah" I say, awkwardly.

"That's ok. I understand. I heard that you ride horses?"

"Rode. I used to ride horses. It'll be too much money for my father to buy me a new saddle, and I'm sure my horse was destroyed (1)."

"Why do you say that?"

"The type of saddle I'd need is very expensive, and my horse was probably deemed too dangerous" I start to cry again, so I bow my head, to hide my face behind my coppery brown bangs.

The salty liquid runs down my face, and I want to wipe it away. It's horrible. I try, but my limbs just won't respond. I sit in the same position as yesterday. For the rest of the day, the saltine substance stays on my face, and dries. This puts me in a horrible mood, so anytime anyone tried to talk to me, I snapped at them.

At noon, a nurse came in the try to tube feed me, but I refused, so she had Edward come over and hold my mouth open as she shoved the tube down my throat. At that moment, I hated the world.

"Just leave me alone. I want to die" I say, after the nurse leaves.

"Why? What will you be accomplishing by dying?" Al asks, after Ed left the room, angry at my words.

"I won't have to go through this pain"

"But you can't…oh"

"Exactly. All I want to do is go run, and ride my horse. Even just watch my toes wiggle. But I'll never be able to do any of those things again. You have to understand, Al. Horses were my life. I traveled across the country so I could show her. I'd spend hours on end in the barn with my beloved horse, just so I could smell her. It would make me happier just to know whether or not Jill was still alive"

"Sarah, I understand that this must be hard for you, but you have to let people help you. You're just like Brother. When we first were like this, brother was missing his two limbs. He moped around in a wheelchair until one day Colonel Mustang visited us. He aroused my brother's fighting spirit again, and Ed got those limbs. He went through the rehabilitation process in one year, which takes normal people three to four. Miracles can happen. All you have to do is want it bad enough, and try"

I say nothing, so he changes the subject.

"So, your father is Brigadier General Travis Daniels?"

"Yeah"

"He's a good man. He'd do anything for you. What happened to your mother?"

"The damn bitch ran away. She couldn't take being the wife of a prominent military man"

"Oh, I'm so-"

"Don't say you're sorry. She was a horrible woman who never even talked to me. She hated me"

"That must have been hard, growing up with no mother. I can't imagine what we'd have done without our mother. Our father ran away when I was really young, so I don't even remember him. Ed hates him, though"

I watch the boy in the armor as he sits down. He makes a hollow thunk.

"There's nothing in there, is there" I say, not really ask.

"H-How did y-you know?" he sounds surprised and nervous.

"You sound hollow, and why else would such a careful person wear something so big and clumsy, especially in a hospital"

"Am I that easy to read? Am I really like an open book?"

"You have to be watching carefully. I have always watched everyone and everything carefully"

"Really? Why have you been so careful?"

"Just in my nature, I guess"

"Oh. What's it like having a military personnel as a father? I mean it has to be hard to have a Brigadier General as a father"

"It is, but I learned to live with it, and I loved it. It meant that we had money for a horse. To bad it led to this…" I trail off, spiraling deeper into depression.

"How old are you?" his question, so blunt and straightforward, startled me.

"Fourteen. Why?"

"I'm sorry, but you're acting like a five year-old. I'm kind, but I know when to draw the line. My brother won't put up with this, so to save you some embarrassment and what little pride you have left, stop acting like an ass"

"You really think I care what you or your brother thinks? Well, you both can go rot in hell if you thought I did. I don't give a crap about anything. I just want to die, so all this damned torment stops" I yell, defiance in my eyes as I stare at the armor boy.

"Is that really how you feel?"

"Yes"

"I feel sorry for you. Your life will be a living hell if you act like this around Ed. He hates this kind of behavior, and so do I"

"You don't think it's not, already? I never asked either one of you to be here. Hell, you don't even have to be here. You're gonna waste your time on some quadriplegic, if you stay here"

"We're staying"

"Go fuck yourself"

"I've only heard nice things about you from your father and everyone at Central, so why are you being an asshole to my little brother? I know something's wrong, when Al stops being polite about everything he does" Edward says, walking back into the room with an angry look on his face, after hearing the whole conversation from outside of the room.

"Nothing's wrong, so you can take your little brother and leave. Oh, yeah, on your way out, you can tell the nurse to take me off life-support. I'm not gonna live the rest of my life like this" I turn my face away from the two brothers.

Before I can register what's going on, I hear the clomping of Ed's boots, and there's a loud slap, followed by a stinging sensation on my cheek. Ed slapped me across the face.

"Wake up and get used to it. If you want it bad enough, it's right there in front of you. Al and I are leaving, for now. We'll be back tomorrow" Ed says, then turns on his heel, and marches out of the room.

Both Ed and Al's footsteps fade fairly quickly, and I'm left, once again, alone in this sterile, white room. I let out a frustrated scream, which brings a nurse running.

"Ms. Daniels! Is everything alright?"

"Just peachy. Now leave me the hell alone!" I snap at the poor nurse, who doesn't leave.

"I'm sorry, miss, but we'll have to give you a sedative. You'll only hurt yourself in this mental state" she says, walking towards me with a needle full of tranquilizer.

"Don't come near me with that goddamned needle!" I yell, and then scream as she injects the clear liquid into my bloodstream, even though I can't feel it. Consciousness slowly drifts away from me, as darkness consumes my vision.

(1)-Destroyed, in Equine terms, means to kill a horse with a lethal injection. In other words, to kill a horse with a shot (needle). Euthanasia is the actual name for it.

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