The morning sun rays shown directly on his pale face. Somehow it had awoken him from his deep sleep. He blinked, once, twice, trice before realising that he only had his right eye vision. Then he remembered. Frank Archer had shot him, close range, and the bullet had hit his eye. Yes, he had recalled the burning feeling on his face before his knees went weak and finally he fell down, face on the cold cement. The last thing he remembered was the crying of his first lieutenant.

Roy quickly looked around his ward. Then, he spotted his lieutenant, fast asleep at the edge on his bed. Her head was on her folded arms and there were bags under her eyes. Roy managed a small smile. She's must had been taking care of him like usual, he thought. He summoned all his energy, trying to sit and leaned on the headboard. The pain shot through his body as soon as he moved the muscles.

Riza, who had been very alert even in her sleep, awoke with a start. She sensed the movements made by her superior and quickly turned toward him. Sure enough, Roy still forcing his body to sit properly on the bed. Riza helped him up. After a minute, Roy was comfortably sat on his bed, leaning on the headboard. He let out a deep breath as the pain slowly faded away.

"Sir..." Riza's voice brought him back.

Roy turned his gaze toward her. She was standing right beside his head, saluting.

"At ease, lieutenant. We aren't in the office right now," said Roy.

Riza nodded. "And you can sit down Riza," Roy added; being casual with her.

As she sat down, Roy spotted the bandage covering her right shoulder.

"What happened to you?"

"I got shot by Archer before he got to the Fuhrer house... I'm sorry, sir" replied Riza. Her eyes filled with sadness.

"What for?"

"For not being able to protect you, like I'd promised. I'm such incompetent soldier... And because of that, you'd lost one of your eyes."

Unconsiously, Roy touched his bandaged left eye. He only nodded to her statement.

"You're not an incompetent soldier, Hawkeye. If it wasn't for you, I don't think we'll able to kill Bradley. And maybe, I already dead by now. Thanks for everything that you'd done for me," he looked deep into Riza's eyes.

"But sir..."

"No Hawkeye. You're a good, no, the best soldier I've ever worked with, and with that, I'm trully greatful," he took her hand and squeezed it slowly.

Riza's face blushed.

"Sir?"

"Roy... It's Roy, Riza. Like I said, we're not in office right now," said the Colonel before closed his eye. The raven-haired Colonel fell asleep with his hand still squeezing her hand.

"Thanks, s- Roy," she said as she removed strands of his hair, "for not leaving me, alone."

A/N: I'm thinking about stopping this story, right here, since I didn't have any idea what else to write. Any ideas will be appreciated. Thanks for reading my 1st FMA/Royai Fic