A New Beginning Chapter 2
The train came rattling to a halt at Central Station, jerking roughly over bumps in the line and startling the two Amestrian soldiers into wakefulness, Roy clutching the unconscious boy closer to him in shock. Roy and Riza were on their feet in seconds, racing off the train as quickly as they could.
"Roy Boy" a cheery voice exclaimed, bouncing up to them and thrusting pictures of a small girl in their faces, "look at my little Elysia! She is so cute!"
A low growl erupted from Roy's throat as a soft creaking sound came from his clenched fists, one eye twitching angrily in irritation, "Maes" he rumbled angrily, "GET OUT OF MY WAY"
With a quick snap of the fingers, Maes Hughes was blown out of their path by a big ball of flame, leaving them free to carry on running and jump into the handily placed military car outside the station. "Hey Roy! That wasn't very nice" Maes sobbed, tears streaming down from behind his chunky square glasses, "and now I have to walk home!"
The old fashioned black military car hurtled at top speed down the cobbled streets of Central, "Roy?" Riza began in concern, "you do realise that this isn't the way to the hospital" she twisted in her seat to peer down the fast retreating street.
Roy didn't answer, merely gripped the steering wheel tightly, knuckles creaking under the strain as he tried to keep his eyes on the road, rather than flicking to the unconscious boy on the back seat.
Stuck in his thoughts, he very nearly drove past the house he was looking for and had to slam on the brakes suddenly, throwing everyone in the car forwards, earning a small groan from the direction of the backseat.
He flung himself out of the car and scooped the small boy up, before running up the path to the front door and banging on the door, yelling almost hysterically.
"KNOX, KNOX!" he shouted "Open the damn door!"
He raised his fist to knock once again, only barely managing to pull his fist back in time to avoid smashing Dr. Knox in the face.
An average height, dark haired older man with glasses stood behind the door, rubbing blearily at tired, red rimmed eyes.
"Mustang, what the hell is wrong with you?" the doctor asked in a gravelly voice, "its 4am?"
Knox finally woke up enough to actually take in the man standing on his doorstep, his rumpled hair and clothing and the half dead boy lying in his arms.
"Jesus Roy" he swore angrily, "why didn't you make this clearer" he gestured towards the boy and gripped Roy by the shoulder, dragging him inside the house and towards his sterile operating room.
Five hours later and Roy and Riza were still sitting motionless in the sitting room of Knox's house, ten empty cups of tea sat scattered over the low coffee table, testament to the anxiety that the two were feeling. The creak of a door opening and the tap of shoes coming down the corridor jerked both military personnel to their feet like they had been given an electric shock.
Roy dashed forward to the doctor who was wiping blood from his hands with a small towel, "Well, how is he?" he asked frantically, "will he... will he live?"
The doctor held a hand up and flopped down onto the settee in his sitting room, crossing his legs and rubbing his eyes, "he will be fine" he sighed.
Roy let out a breath he didn't even know that he had been holding and sunk back down, pressing his face into his hands as he finally let go of the stress of the evening, shoulders relaxing visibly.
"The good news is that he will eventually be able to get automail" the doctor paused wearily and glanced at the man and woman who were sitting on the edge of their seats opposite him, "the bad news is that he has a very serious infection that has weakened his lungs and immune system."
"So what does this mean for his future?" Riza whispered nervously, twisting her fingers together anxiously in her lap.
Knox smiled gently "he might have problems breathing in cold weather or even develop asthma, also he will be more susceptible to illnesses. Other than that, your son will be fine" he reassured them.
Riza and Roy stared at each other open mouthed for a moment and then blushed a furious red, "Oh,no, no he's not our son!" they exclaimed.
"Then why the hell did you bring him to me? Would the hospital not have done for a random street urchin!" he growled angrily, "I am not a doctor and if I hadn't thought he was yours, I wouldn't have helped! Now get out of my house!"
He stood up and turned to storm out to his bedroom but was stopped by a hand on his chest,
"I came to you because I knew I could trust you and that boy is the son of a very old friend of my mothers, I wouldn't have brought him here either if I didn't care" Roy whispered, "and I knew if I took him to a military hospital, they'd have him in an orphanage before you can blink, that is if they didn't give up on saving him!"
Knox sighed in aggravation, "well I can't kick you out now after that pathetic display can I you wussy" he shook his head and carried on, waving a hand at them over his shoulder "well come on then, I have some guest rooms you can stay in, the kid won't wake till tomorrow"
Both of them followed the doctor from the room and down the corridor, where Roy turned off and slipped into the room that the young boy had been placed in.
He sank down into the chair next to the bed and gently stroked the boys hair back from his head, leaning back he took the boys one hand into his and whispered gently "I'll be here when you wake up" and he settled back in the chair, ready for a long night.
Yay! Second chapter done! :D Not sure how it turned out, I think I tried to fit too much information in the one chapter, let me know what you think! Thankyou! :D
