3:10.09

His watch now read and he sighed. Damn, he thought, a lot could happen to a guy in a mere twenty minutes. He slumped to the pea-green and red tiled floor, clutching to his side. His breaths came in gasping gulps as he tried to force down the growing fire. With his head titled back, Roy stared at the fluorescent lights, taking note that it flickered every some-odd moments.

At last, his breathing regulated and he stood to his feet, the tile still a bit to cool for his liking against the bare of his foot. He sighed again as he stared at the pale, gray door in front of him. The door itself was made of a cheap steel, maybe iron or some bi-product constructed by accident in a lab off in the west. He didn't know, and he didn't care. All that mattered was the file that was in the clear plastic holding container, located at the top of the door--around his eye-level.

A few moments ago, this same file was in his hands as he flipped through it, skimming at the papers inside. Edward Elric:--it said on the first page in big, black letters, followed by his date of birth and other personal stuff like that-- Suicide attempt. Condition as of late:………

Roy had shut the folder at that part, to afraid to read on. He wanted to see with his own eyes….not what some doctor put on a piece of paper in a manila folder. He looked at the door, knowing all to well that what was behind it…was what he wanted more than life itself. Taking a shaky breath, he placed an equally shaky hand on the doorknob. After a few moments he realized he wasn't breathing and that he could no longer move. He felt like a child again, standing in front of his closet door….awaiting the boogey-man to jump out from behind the closed door to devour him whole.

But he was no longer a child, he thought to himself as he bit his bottom lip, he was Roy Mustang, hero of the rebellion…and the future Furher. He was NOT a child anymore, and goddamnit, if he was to frightened by what MIGHT lay behind this closed door, then he was a child. One that would always fear the dark and the creatures that may lurk with in it's depths.

Images of the war flashed in every corner of his mind, consuming him with yet more fear and doubt. He had been afraid in the war, far more than he would admit. Every turn could've cost him his life. Every step, every breath, every tiniest reflex could've ended his existence. Back then, he didn't know Edward…but he knew his father. Since then, Ed had been the center point of Roy's life…even if he realized it or not at the time.

Still a bit reluctant, Roy turned the doorknob. His heart increased in speed as it beat faster and faster until he was sure that it was going to burst out onto the gaudy floor. He heard the door click softly and knew that there was no turning back…once the door was opened and he saw with his own eyes the damage Edward had been inflicted with…there was no fleeing. He would see it through…he had too.

The brass-knob slipped out of his sweaty hand and flung open, making the whole room come into view. It looked pretty much like Roy's did…except the person on the bed.

Edward….Ed….

His heart raced faster still as he ran to the bedside, his brow breaking out with a cold sweat. Edward looked so….so….different. His face was pale and thin, his body was more bone than muscle now. Dark circles had formed under his eyes in saggy bags. His golden-silk hair was untied from its braid and was now pooled around his head like sun rays. In Edwards' wrist was an IV needle, which ran to a blood bag that hung not far from his bed--the crimson liquid slowly dripped down the tube into his arm…supplying him with the blood he must've lost when he was shot.

Tears appeared in Roy's eyes as his knees buckled and he fell to the tile. "Edward…Edward….what…what happened to you?" His voice was above a whisper, raspy as his throat was conquered by the rising lump of sorrow and fear.

Not knowing what else to do--feeling that it was the only thing he could do in his power--Roy, careful of the IV, pulled his lover into his arms as he sobbed.

"I'm sorry, Ed….I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry!"

Golden orbs opened as their owner tried to make sense of what was happening. After a moment, it clicked that someone was holding him and his heart sped. He jumped back with a yelp as he stared at the black-haired man in confusion.

"W-what the hell?" He spat, teeth tightly clenched. "In fact, who the hell are you? And….who…am I?"

(Oooooo twisted/ducks/ Don't kill me! If so you'll never know if Edo-kun regains his memory/hides/ Sorry! But I HAD to do it….classic trauma induced amnesia/weeps/ You should be happy I posted so soon! Just kidding….but I hoped you enjoyed this to…and I hope you were shocked at the end/weeps/ Made me cry as I wrote it! Have fun..and review? Please?

Ele.)