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Chapter Two

Edward blinked his eyes open, lifting his hand to his head, trying to rub the pain away.

"Uh…where am I?" Edward shifted his eyes towards the door. He could see two tall figures on the other side. He managed to lift his throbbing body up, to try to sit up.

Bang! At that moment two bulky men barged through the door, a shocking expression stretched across their faces.

"Brother! You're awake, thank goodness." An armored body walked over to Edward's bedside and sounded very happy.

"Al, where am I?"

"In the military hospital, in Central." Al bent his head down to look at Ed's expression. He usually hated the hospital, especially the one in Central. Al's mood dropped when he saw Edward's eyes.

Ed's eye's glimmered with agony. A dark expression was spread across his face. Al didn't know what to do, didn't know how to help.

"Al…he hesitated for a moment…I need to tell you something." Edward said bending his head low to the ground.

"Mr. Edward Before you speak I just have to mention that Colonel Mustang has ordered me to take you to East City, to be questioned." Major Armstrong said bowing in respect.

"I will now leave you to your business." Then Armstrong walked out of the room with out speaking another word.

Ed and Al were silent for awhile when Edward spoke up.

"Al, I'm not sure how to say this, but…I'm…scared."

Al was shocked Ed never confesses he was scared, not even if he was going to die in the next few seconds.

"Ed, stop kidding around you're never scar…" Al was cut of by Ed screaming in pain. Al saw the hot steaming tears rolling down his, hot face. Ever gasp seemed to be, like, breathing through a small straw.

"Alphonse, I'm not…joking…" Ed said between ever breath.

"Ed…" Al was dump struck. Never in his life did Ed say he was scared.

Al was also scared; he has never seen his older brother acted like this. He's was having a major meltdown.

"Heh, I guess I look pretty stupid right now, don't I Al."

"No…everyone has to cry sometime, right?"

"Yeah, I guess your right." Ed motioned his head towards his hand. He stared at them for quite along time.

"Wait!" Ed jumped and moved his head toward his little brother.

"You told me you were sorry about something. What was it?"

"Wow Al, I really thought you knew."

"Know what." Al demanded

"I told you I was sorry because…"

At that very moment Major Armstrong barged in.

"I am greatly sorry, Edward sir, but Colonel Mustang wants you in East City, now."

"His wounds haven't healed yet." Al said defending his brother, and still made about not hearing what Ed was going to say.

"That is what I am told, sir." He turned and walked out.

"I guess we're leaving." Ed said

"Ed..." Al began.

"Yeah." Ed said getting out of bed very slowly.

"Nothing." Al just went over to help him stand up.

'Okay this is where you, my readers, come in. You can review and give me some ideas for what Ed is sorry about. Please R&R.