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Somewhere in the maze of the Eastern Command center, the Colonel Roy Mustang sat and glared at his most recent pile of papers, wondering what the lieutenant would do if he burnt them to ashes. His fingers were itching to snap and a faint trail of smoke could be seen rising from them as he rubbed them lightly together. How easy it would be just to snap... But, after a second of thought, he supposed that it would not be a good situation, at least for him, and, with a sigh, picked up his pen and started in. He managed to get through about half of the large pile on the desk before becoming distracted and starting to doodle idly on the corner of the large, yellow legal pad he kept for "notes." Not that it was ever used in such a fashion. Roy was famous among collectors for the "works of art" that were his doodles that survive Riza's wrath, and they made him a bit of a pretty sum at times. Once in a while, even, he admitted that, though annoying, the Major Armstrong wasn't that bad of a teacher.

But today's doodles wouldn't be selling for much, if at all, Roy thought, for he wasn't really concentrating. The main thought on his mind was the faint recollection of a dream he had had the night before. He did not remember much about it, only that there had been a woman speaking to him, warning him about something. No, someone. He also had the faint notion that this person was important. Glancing down at the pad, he saw that he had ended up sketching a young girl looking straight at him. She seemed quite young when you looked at her face, but her body showed that of more of a fourteen or fifteen year old. Her eyes seemed haunted and full of accusation. Roy jumped in his seat. How had he drawn this girl without even thinking? He had thought he was only scribbling on the corner.

"Sir, is everything all right?" Riza's crisp tone soared easily through the once-was deafening scratching of pens on paper. Roy almost flinched as he felt her loud voice caused his ears to have to ring while they re-calibrated. They had gotten used to the soft sounds, amplifying them instinctively, although unnecessarily, quite a bit.

"Yes, Lieutenant, Everything is fine. I was just thinking." He sighs and slowly moves his pen back to the sheet of processed trees the had been on before being side tracked. Grudgingly, he started reading through it.

It was a request for more supplies and Roy signed it off as soon as he saw the name. Sergeant Untalon was known for his organization and management skills, and Roy had worked with him before. An agreeable man. The next few dozen papers were nothing but follow up reports that he had already read at his last meeting. All he had to do was sign them, and so he did. This is why he hated paperwork; most of it was just sitting and reading and signing something every so often. It was infuriatingly slow and dull.

The rest of the pile slowly disappeared and soon was replaced by another. Roy felt himself get more and more drowsy as the papers in front of him varied in height in what seemed almost directly with the time. Soon, it was all he could do to keep his eyes open and he stared with pure hate at the last few papers between him and sleep. He would finish. He would finish before the lieutenant came back with (ugh) more papers. But alas, he fell asleep over his last paper, his signature half written. His rest was short lived, however, as Riza herself rushed in with a frantic look on her face.

"Sir, you're needed in the ICU immediately," she announced, saluting. Riza waited for a second for his head to raise from his desk, but was surprised when a faint snore arose from the man's slumped body. A faint murmur that almost sounded like, "Riza...soup...I asked for soup, Riza..." came shortly after. The lieutenant almost smiled, he looked so young and innocent and handsome when he was sleeping. That and he was dreaming about her. She quickly steeled herself, banishing the thought from her mind. They didn't have much time. On any normal day, she would have shouted at him or maybe fired a warning shot out of the window, but there was no use in worrying him any more than she had to. With a gentleness not ever seen by the team before, she placed her hand on Roy's shoulder and shook it lightly.

"Sir? Sir, please wake up. It's important." Roy grunted and grudgingly opened his eyes, blinking a few times blearily, trying to focus on Riza's worried face.

"Riza?" His eyes finally caught her worry and he hurriedly sat up. "Lieutenant, what is it?"

"You're needed in the ICU immediately," she repeated. Roy swung his chair around and hastily stood up and followed Riza out of the door and into the hallway.

"What's happened? Did Kain or Breda get hurt?" he asked, straightening his uniform from where it had gotten winkled during his...nap. Kain and Breda where on a mission for him but were not expected back for at least a week. Had something gone wrong?

Riza shook her head. "Not anyone on the team. Civilian, we think, not military." She looked down at her clipboard. "No identification found. No fingerprints found in both military and public records. Actually, there are no records at all as to who they are." Roy looked at her. No records? Just who was this person?

"Male or female? Approximate age? Do we have anything?"

"Female. Doctors say she's about thirteen. She was found outside of the main gate at Command." She flipped the page as a soldier opened the door to the medical wing. "Doctors don't know how she's still alive. There's massive internal bleeding and signs of assault and forced miscarriage. Many broken bones. Brain trauma. She's in a coma." Riza pressed down on the clip and handed the full medical report to the colonel, revealing a hastily written sheet of orders beneath. "It is now our job, as assigned by the general himself, to find out who did this, why they did it, and if they'll do it again."

"Wait, isn't this a job for the local police? Why is the military getting involved?"

"Did you even glance at the med report I gave you?" He hadn't, and so indicated that he had not even looked at it. But, just from the feel of it, it was several pages long. Not a good sign. Riza sighed and shook her head. "Well, read it as soon as you can. We're here." The lieutenant stopped in front of a door, turned, clicked her heels and saluted. "Shall I wait outside for you, sir?" Roy nodded, and pushed open the door.

The war in Ishbal had taught Mustang a lot of things. For one example, it taught him just how much a body can withstand before giving out. How many bruises one can take. It taught him how to tell if someone was dead, dying, or just in need of help depending on their color. He knew the different types of bandages commonly used and how to tell almost exactly what they were being used for. It taught him how to read mental stability and judge when someone was likely to break. He had seen bad things in Ishbal- They all had.

But what he was seeing was almost as bad. He suddenly knew why the doctors had been amazed she was still alive. The girl before him was paler than the sheets she was lying on. There was an amazing amount of bruising on the bits of skin he could see, and he guessed there were probably more where he couldn't. A few of them looked like the side or barrel of a gun. The way the bandage around her head was placed and tied, spoke of serious likely hood for massive trauma. Her heart rate was unsteady as was her breathing, and he could see the irregular spikes on the monitor. It looked like Ataxic respiration to him. On the medical report, it said she was in a coma rated 4 on the Glasgow Coma Scale. (For those of you who don't know, this is quite serious. The Glasgow Coma Scale rates from 3-15, 3 being an extremely deep coma to 15, an awake person. For her to have a 4 means quite serious damage.) This was definitely a military issue.

There had been a doctor waiting inside of the room for him, a doctor that the Colonel knew very well.

"Well, what do you say?" Knox asked as he saw Roy's brief assessment come to a close.

"How could this have happened? How can one person look so bad, much less a little girl?"

"Ah, it is sad. But what you see is only the outside. Inside, there is massive internal bleeding that's only starting to stop. She lost blood from the miscarriage because that was bleeding excessively too, and there was a cut on the back of her head that had a stable drip for half an hour, even after pressure was applied. She should be dead right now, just from loss of blood, but somehow she's still alive. When we found her, there was already a pool of blood around her, and the soldiers thought her to be dead." Roy shook his head. From what the doctor was saying, it was almost impossible for the girl in front of him to be alive, and yet she was. And yet she was.

"How long has she been here?" He asked, rubbing his chin thoughtfully. He had a weird feeling about this girl.

"She's been here for... about seven hours?" Knox replied. It came out almost like a question, but Roy knew that it wasn't.

"Seven hours? Why wasn't I called here earlier?" It was irritating that she could have died before he was contacted.

Knox raised his hands as if in defence. "Her condition only stabilized to the point we could risk even this about half an hour ago, and it was then you were contacted. I'm sorry." Wait, this was stabilized? Just how bad was this girl before?

Roy studied the girl through the thin sheet that covered her, taking in the thin arms bulked up with casts and the telltale ridge that showed where a bandage lay around her stomach. The longer he looked, the more the little voice in the back of the mind that had been telling him who she was since he first saw her got stronger. Looking at the cut of her hair made him swallow. Could it really be the same girl? Roy, sweating visibly, poked his head out of the door.

"Lieutenant?" She saluted. "Get me my note pad from my desk. The one with the girl drawn on it" Riza gave him a curious glance, but Roy ignored it. "Please hurry," He added. She left at a run and Roy walked back into the room, running his forehead as if he had a headache. Knox gave him a glance that was just as curious as Riza's. Roy explained.

"This might seem weird, Knox, but, well, I had this dream telling me to protect someone, that they were important. Today I was just doodling and thinking-"

"Always a dangerous pastime," interrupted Knox. Roy shot him a glare.

"And thinking about the dream and next thing I knew, I had drawn this girlf on my paper. I swear I was just drawing circles and random curly lines. I wasn't even paying attention." He shook his head as if he didn't believe it himself.

"And you think they're the same girl?"

"They are eerily similar if I remember correctly. The cut of the hair, the shape of the face and body..." They both were silent for a minute or two, thinking. Riza knocked on the door and Roy went to go get the drawing.

However, Knox kept thinking. If the picture of the girl really matched, then what did it mean? What if it only looked like the same girl? He knew that Mustang wouldn't have colored it.

"Knox," Roy called, "it's the same person." Knox walked over to look at the picture in Roy's hands and was shocked to find that what Roy said was true. The little line above their right eye was the same, and her hair was the same cut. Roy and Knox exchanged looks.

"Roy, I have an idea. Just to make sure, you know."

"Hmm?"

"Well, we'll get a pack of colored pencils somewhere and put you in a totally silent room with them and a copy of this drawing. Then we'll have you blindfolded. If they way you color it matches, even when you can't see, we know it's the right girl." Roy blinked at him. It was a good plan.

"Ok, well, I'm sure Riza can rustle up some colored pencils!" Roy called the lieutenant over and explained to her what they wanted to do. She nodded and went to go and fetch a set of colored pencils and make a copy of the drawing while Knox led Roy into a nearby empty room and proceeded to blindfold him. A larger table was found and brought in, and a few minutes later, Riza returned. She opened the package of pencils and set them in front of the Colonel before placing the white copy of the drawing next to them. Softly, she guided his hands to rest on the two so he'd know approximately where they were. Then, she and Knox retreated to a corner and continued to be silent for the next half an hour.

Meanwhile, Roy's hands seemed to have a mind of their own. They flitted here and there among the colors, using one, then almost immediately switching to another. He did slow strokes there and quick shading here and at one point, it seemed he was outlining something too. Without thought, his body almost seemed controlled by an outside force, guiding his hands to do what it wanted.

"Done." Knox and Riza quickly stood up and walked over to the Colonel, who pulled off his blindfold. The three of them stared. Though he had been blindfolded, not in one case had he colored outside of the lines. Her hair was a shade or two lighter than Riza's and reached her waist. Her eyes were a deep camel color, but weren't warm. They gazed out coldly and even on paper, seemed extremely suspicious of everything. Her skin was quite pale and scarring that must have been hidden by bruises faintly showed.

"Roy, those are her eyes."

"Huh?"

"We had to test if there was brain stem damage, so I've seen her eyes. Those are her eyes. I'm telling you." Roy was silent for a moment.

"If only we knew her name. Or where she came from."

"But we do know her name, at least part of it," argued Riza.

"What? We don't have any records or even an idea who this girl is!" Roy exclaimed, thoroughly confused.

"Sir, if I may?" At her superiors nod, Riza shifted the picture and pointed to a small sentence at the bottom, written in an unusual hand that was certainly not Roy's barely legible scrawl.

Fuyumi, at age 13. Sketch by her sister, Kashi.

" 'Fuyomie', eh?" Knox said, doing a brilliant job of mispronouncing it. "Sounds Arugen."

"I think it's 'Fooyomey', Knox," Roy replied, equally as wrong in it's pronunciation. Riza rolled her eyes at their idiocy

"It's pronounced 'Fooyoomee', sirs, and it is of Xingese descent," she corrected. The two men scowled.

A nurse quickly poked her head in. "Doctor Knox? You asked to be alerted if-"

"Yes, yes. I'm on my way." He smiled at Roy. "Seems her condition's taken a turn for the better. Are you coming?"

"How do you know it's a good change?" Roy asked as he followed his friend out into the hall.

"Simple: no alarms. She's the only patient we have in this unit right now, so I would know if something was wrong." He shrugged and opened the white hospital door to the girl's room.

Fuyumi, as they now knew her, certainly was better than an hour ago. Her breathing had regulated into a steady in and out and her heartbeat was at an almost regular level. Roy was amazed that as he watched, he could see the beat slowly make it's way closer to the normal range.

"Sir, her coma rating has risen dramatically- I've never seen anything like it. It's unnatural!" a nurse exclaimed, looking at a printout of Fuyumi's vitals. 'We tested right before you returned. she's up to a nine!"

"A nine, you say?" Know asked, mouth dropping open in shock. "But the human body doesn't just start waking up like this!"

"Her blood level has also gone up more than it should have for what we've been giving her. It's almost at 3/4 of normal levels. She should only be at-"

"3/5, I know," Knox interrupted, now taking his turn at rubbing his head.

'Sir?" A new nurse approached slowly, as if nervous of what Knox would do.

"What is it, Sarah?" the frustrated doctor said with a sigh.

"Her heart rate's regular now, sir. Just since about when you got here. During your comatose status update." She backed away, bowing her head a bit, blushing.

"You haven't been mistreating these nurses, have you Knox?" Roy asked playfully, a smile at his lips. Comic relief. That's what these people needed. But the nurse didn't catch his tone.

"No, no, Colonel, sir," Sarah said, shaking her head quickly. "no, no. It's just that Dr. Knox, sir, is so amazing and wonderful and..." She started gushing, clasping her hands together and getting than fan-girl look in her eyes.

"Looks like you've got yourself a disciple, Knox."

"Don't I know it."

"She's rather cute. Do you mind if I-"

"Sir, sorry to interrupt, but she's moving."

"MOVING? How can she be MOVING? Just two seconds ago I was alerted she had a normal heartbeat, five minutes ago I got an impossible change in comatose status, and it says here that her breathing only came out of an Ataxic state about 10 minutes before I was called. Sh was in a level four rated comatose state just an hour and a half ago! SHE SHOULDN'T BE MOVING!" He was yelling, spitting and waving his hands around so much in exasperation that Roy just had to laugh. Quietly, of course, as to no provoke him any further.

"I'm sorry, sir, but I'm only telling you what we're seeing. Look at her fingers, sir." Roy glanced over at the girl's pale figure. It was true, her figures were twitching.

Knox held his head as if it hurt (which it probably did) sat down heavily and was silent for quite a few minutes. Roy looked at Knox, then at Fuyumi, to her monitors, and back to Knox. He opened his mouth to say something but was interrupted as Knox started to give out orders, returning to his usual behavior.

"Sarah, Mine, I want you looking up any way this is possible. Jane, Kisa, you're with me. Let's see what we're dealing with." He pulled on the pair of gloves Kisa handed him and put on a pair of glasses. He indicated that Roy and Riza should do the same, but Roy motioned for him to wait a second.

"Lieutenant, I want you to keep watch outside. I don't want any one not authorized in this room." She saluted, left and Roy turned and put on the offered items. Knox was already beside the young girl alon with the nurse Roy Assumed was Jane. They were taking her temperature and looking at her eyes. They whispered between themselves and exchanged worried glances.

Roy shifted from foot to foot. This situation was a lot like the time his younger cousin was in the hospital. He remembered waiting for the doctor to come out and tell them she was alright. This was just as stressful.

He started freaking out as Knox turned to look at him with a face he couldn't read.

"Well?"

"She's going to wake up. Not for very long, probably just about five or ten minutes, but I wanted to warn you. She probably- most certainly, actually- won't know where she is. She might be…violent. Just try not to be aggressive." Roy nodded.

"Alright, I'll sit on the left?"

"Sure, I'll stand at the foot. Kisa, Jane, prep sedation if needed." The two nurses nodded and went into a flurry of activity. And so they waited for Fuyumi to open her eyes. The nurses finished prepping and too sat down to wait.

And wait.

And wait some more.

After ten minutes, Roy decided that Fuyumi was a normal teenager that liked to and wanted her sleep.

At fifteen minutes, Roy remembered that parents usually had to remind their teenage children that it was time to wake up. He started toying with that idea.

At twenty-five minutes, Roy made up his mind.

"Fuyumi, please wake up," he whispered. Fuyumi's eyebrow twitched and Roy almost leaped for joy before Knox motioned for him to be quite. Roy sat down and waited again.

Five loooooong minutes later (We're talking Mustang minutes here.), Roy began to wonder just how long they would be waiting. Knox took a seat.

Riza's voice, eight minutes and 23 seconds later, jolted them from their silent vigil.

"Sir, I must ask you to move on and leave. I don't know how you got past the-"

'Look, girl, we just want a picture of the Colonel. His art's getting quite-" There was the faint sound of Riza hissing something into the man's ear, then the running of footsteps.

Roy turned back around, accidentally and unknowingly tugging a wire as he did.

"I wonder what she told them?" he asked Knox.

"I don't-" he started.

"I SAID I DIDN'T SAY ANYTHING! ED, NO ONE KNOW! Stop! Stop!" The young girl struggled

against the sheets, her eyes wide and unseeing.

"Calm down, Fuyumi, please," Roy pleaded and lightly placed his hand beside her arm. Her head swiveled towards his voice and her arms shot out to grapple at his throat.

"Please, no more…Please." She was crying now, not yelling and her voice seemed weaker. But the same did not transfer to her grip. If anything, it tightened around Roy's neck. Out of the corner of his eye, he say the door open just as the two nurses ran up with what they had been preparing earlier. Riza gasped in horror as she realized exactly what was happening.

"Roy!" she shouted, breaking her oath to herself never to call him anything but "sir" or "Colonel" during the work day.

Fuyumi released her hold on Roy's neck and turn to face Riza, confusion on her face and her eyes unfocused.

"You? No, no, its not- It can't be-" Her eyes, still unfocused as ever, went wide. "Kira, how could you?'

And she fainted.

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A/N: I tried as hard as I could to make her condition match up with what things are really called and how they work. IF YOU HAVE ANY CORRECTIONS OR SUGGESTIONS, PLEASE TELL ME IN A REVIEW! It must be minded that, unlike usual, some things will not have some of the long term effects as they would have, such as recovery from a comatose state. The fact that she even woke up like this is almost impossible. If you have any questions on the medical terminology(I tried to explain what was not very easy to figure out) please ask, or google it. It won't be very hard.

Another chapter... sigh ... This one's longer than the other one.

Ed: Hurry up and put me in the story! *Is grumpy*

Me: Calm down, calm down you'll be there eventually...

Roy: I have to do another story with him? But Siraaaaaaaaaa, I don' wanna!

Me: *soothingly* I'm sorry, I'm sorry... You're getting paid more at this point. And you get Riza.

Roy: *ponders* Hmm... ok. Fine. I'll deal with him for now. But make sure that I get Riza in the end.

Me: Fine. Riza.

Riza: *Hears name* Yes? You called?

Roy and I: *sweatdrop* Nothing... nothing...

Ed: They was talking 'bout you!

Riza: *THE look*

Me: THE look! THE look!

Roy: Save us!

Everyone: *runs away*

Riza: *turns to audience* I will never understand them. Please review, Sira was getting lonely.