For the next four days, Roy laid there in that same bed, covered by the same crisp, white sheets. Every now and then, a nurse would come in and check on him or change his sheets--basic nurse stuff--then leave without a spoken word. Which was fine by him, since he didn't want to talk to anyone anyways. Well, except Edward.

It was frustrating, yes, for the paramedics wouldn't allow him to leave the four-walled boundary of his room. He tried begging and pleading for them to allow him to leave…but it was a no go. The reason: He wasn't yet prepared to see what happened to Ed.

"Bullshit!" He yelled at one of them--the brown-haired one, Dr. White. "You don't know anything! You don't think I could take it if I saw him now! Well, let me tell you, I saw the look on his face before he pulled that trigger. And I'm still here…let me see him, I need to see him. Please…"

He shook his head, skimming through some papers that were clipped to a clipboard. "You're barely here. True, you are improving in your condition. But you are still far from going anywhere anytime soon. Besides…" He dropped the clipboard on a nearby table, clearly done looking at what he needed to see. "I could only imagine what went through his mind when your stomach was gorged open before his eyes, and it was all his fault. He's probably suffering mental much more now…for each day he has to live with knowing he shot you and he almost killed you, too. Now, can you tell me that if it was you in his shoes, would you be wanting to see the one you shot?"

He had a point, goddamnit. He wouldn't want to see anyone if the same thing that Edward was going through…had happened to him. He didn't dare say anything to that stupid doctor though, damn bastard probably stayed up all night to think of that comeback, just so he could see him stutter or get angry. He had forgotten how much he truly hated hospitals…and the people who worked in them.

Sighing, he turned onto his side, ignoring the flaming pain it caused him. He could almost see the smirk--one that mocked in comparison to his own--that the brown-haired physician flashed in triumph before turning on his heel and walking out of the room. And even after he left, Roy found that damn grin still there, floating just at level with his closed eyes. The floating lips seemed to move--as if talking--after a while, chanting unheard words.

'You are not prepared to see what happened to him….You'll NEVER be prepared…' They lipped over and over and over and over again--never fading from his sight. Even as he tried to get at least a hour of sleep, he found those lips still there--haunting him with the truth.

'Never….never….never…'

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He awoke early the next morning tried and drained. He had gotten no sleep for he was tossing and turning in a never-ending nightmare. Blinking, he realized that the sun wasn't up and he wondered exactly what time it was. He glanced about the room for a clock, remembered that there wasn't one in the room and groped for his pocket watch. After finally finding it, he flicked it open and squinted to try and see the hands better in the dim, flickering light of the one overhead bulb.

2:49.58

He squinted again, then blinked and rubbed his eyes. No way, he thought, it couldn't be only 2:49 in the morning. He looked again, his eyes almost tightly shut.

2:50.10

He sighed and flung the watch down. Goddammit all…he had only gotten two hours of sleep….He sighed again and sat up, his stomach smarting him bitterly for it. Roy bit his lip as he swung his legs over the bedside, placing his bare feet on the cool, --most likely-- cheap tiled floor. If he was up this early, he'd better take advantage of his luck. He stood and shuffled to the door, grunting in pain with every four or five steps.

Placing his hand on the doorknob, he smirked. No way a damned doctor was going to stop him now. Well, at least that was what he hoped. Quietly, he turned the knob and opened the door, taking a few glances left and right to make sure no one was there. There wasn't and he smiled. Finally, after four long days and five long nights, he just might be able to see Edward again to apologize. With that, he took one last look before he stepped out the door and down the hall…to find what he was afraid he might lose.

Edward…

(YES! I finally finished Chappy 4! Praise me /waves hand/ Just kidding, but I DO hope you enjoyed this chappy as much as the others. Chappy 5 might take a bit…for I have a bunch of crap to do for school…/sighs/ I HATE DEBATE /slams head onto desk/ Anyways…./thinks/ OH YEAH! Thank you for the reviews, my beautiful reviewers! I love thee so /claps/ Cookies and pudding for all of you! But…/sighs/ is there anything else…./thinks again/….don't think so. Please review /smiles/ Byea!

Ele.)