The overcast lights brunt steadily into his retina, sending a blinding pain to his head. He tried to glance about the room, so he could get the slightest idea where he was, even though he knew where he was already; it was a bit obvious. I'm in a hospital, he thought somewhat calmly. Sure, he couldn't remember why he was here…or why every time he took in even the tiniest bit of air, his stomach would burn like the fire he controlled. Other than that, he was fine--he supposed.

Roy didn't know how long he laid there, trying to remember what had happened to him, when the door on the other side of the room clicked softly and opened. Two men walked in with long, white coats that trailed to the ground. Their faces were twisted with concern as they spoke it harsh, low mumbles that were barely caught by his ears.

"Such a sad and terrible accident…" One of them said. His hair was brown and a bit ruffled, most likely because he ran his fingers through it constantly, like he was now.

"Yes…Luckily one made it through." This one had black hair and was the older looking of the two.

"The other one's…."

"No…it's just he turned out in worse shape then this one."

"Is he going to be alright?…For his sake…" The brown haired one pointed at Roy.

When the other man didn't reply, Roy found himself sent back to what could have been an hour ago…or perhaps three days. Time had no meaning…all that mattered was that he remembered what had happened to him…Edward…

The gun shot twice, one of the bullets embedding itself in the pit of his stomach. The other…he didn't know. Somewhere in Edward, he knew that much. The screams of pain he heard were not of his own…horrid screeches, then…nothing. A dead silence…and at for a moment he thought that he had actually gone deaf.

Warmth. A warm liquid of some sort…pooling and damping the area of his lower abdomen. He thought that he had pissed his pants but when he look down, he was startled to find the crimson stains--glossy and ill looking…it reminded him of the massacre. That's when Edward fell forward on top of him, bleeding heavily as well. Eyes half-lidded in pain, face twisted in grimace.

He didn't know much more than that…his memory was wispy and blurred. It was hard to tell if it was a dream or not--which is what he hoped--but with each pain-filled breath, he realized that it was no dream, no fantasy induced by too much caffeine…it was real…which meant…

Edward…Ed is in another room….dying….and it's all because of me….it's all my damned fault.

(Yeah…short…but…at least it's another chappy, ney? Hope you like it! More is soon to come…like maybe even tomorrow! I have a lot of free time…specially when I stay up till 4 in the morning on weekends… I promise the next chappy will be longer, kay/taps head/ I've got it all planned out, which could be a bad thing or a good thing. /smiles/ by now, ya'll should know I'm very morbid and I love--LOVE--sad endings…maybe this'll be how it turns out, maybe not…you'll just havta wait and see!

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