"What….." Roy felt his heart skip a beat…then another, then another…and pretty soon, he felt as if it had stopped all together. How…how could Ed not remember? His eyes stung with unshed tears, his vision becoming blurry causing everything to swirl and mix like a water-color portrait. "You….don't remember?"

Ed shook his head, golden hair tossing side to side. "Nope….do I know you?"

Roy stayed silent, knowing that if he said anything…his voice would quake and the tears would fall freely down his cheeks. He covered his eyes with his hand, massaging his temples lightly as the stress boiled into a faint, yet steady ache. How in the hell could he possibly live without Ed…and how could he tell him that?

The blonde blinked, confusion dancing in his amber eyes like a fire in a dark, shadow consumed hearth. He sat there, legs tucked under him, brain racing as he tried to remember him…or anything for that matter. There was something there…something he could almost reach, but when he tried to venture past that veiled door of fear, of the unknown, he became dizzy and nauseous. He held his hand to his face to wipe the cold sweat that had formed, and was startled at the ice-cold metal he felt against his fevered flesh.

"W-what….the hell?" Images of a body flashed in his mind, surfacing a painful truth. Automail, he thought with grimace, I tried to bring back my mother…and lost my leg and arm--almost my brother-- in the process. Golden eyes widened as he remembered two names paired with two other pictures--one of a suit of sleek, gray armor the other, of a cheery, bouncy, blue-eyed blonde with…a wrench in her right hand.

Alphonse…Winry.

"Ed…?" The black haired man asked, his worry clearly flowing both out of his eyes and his voice. He looked at him, fear overshadowing the confusion that his eyes held not a few seconds ago. He had went to far into the veil, horrific memories flooded his mind, sending tears to the corners of his eyes and a hollow guilt to the pit of his churning stomach.

Human transmutation…a taboo by all means. Those who try to bring back the dead, in turn die themselves…or are left with scars that will never heal. Complete damnation for wondering into God's territory. Into the Truth…

The man had his hand on his shoulder, shaking him slightly. "Ed?" He asked again, the worry still there, a bit different this time for fear had also surfaced within him, too. The blonde shook his head, snapping out of his thoughts. He didn't remember anymore…he wanted to remain in the state of unknowing, in the dark. He didn't want to remember anymore.

"ED!"

The way he said that name, it rung through his head and another memory surfaced. It was of this man…Roy, was it? He was calling to him like now, screaming his name in hopes to….save him? To…make him turn his way? Ed sighed, closing his eyes for a moment before opening them again to look at the floor.

"Yeah…? And why do you keep on callin' me 'Ed'? Is that….is that my name?"

The was a slight pause, the air around them turned stale with Edward's ingenuous view of the matter. It was to be expected…he had forgotten everything.

"You….you really….don't remember…do…you?"

He didn't know how to answer that without either hurting himself of this man, for it was apparent that he knew him and cared deeply for him. A deep love, a strong bond like he had known him for quite some time and considered him like a son…or a close friend. He doubted it was closer than friend, but at that thought he felt his hear speed up. Did this black haired man with cold obsidian eyes love him?

Amber irises scanned his face in question. No more memories appeared. His head pounded with pain. He had done it again…he tried to remember more. This man…who the hell was he?

No! I don't want to remember anymore! Every time I try to remember something about this man…I feel ill….What's that? Screaming? The screaming…the screaming…What's he saying? 'No! Ed, NO! I LOVE YOU!' What the hell! Who the hell is screaming! Make it stop…someone, anyone. MAKE IT STOP!

"Get out! Get out, get out, get out! GET OUT!"

"Ed? What's the matter!" The man was clutching both of his shoulders now.

"I said GET OUT! GETOUTGETOUTGETOUTGETOUT!" He shirked, so loud that his throat began to burn.

Roy knew that he didn't have much longer, for a nurse or one of those stupid doctors--did they EVER go home?--would've already heard Ed's screaming. Damnit, he thought as he tried to whisper soothing nothingness to him, those same two doctors were back, standing in the doorway, looking at him with sad eyes.

"We told you that you wouldn't be yet prepared," the black-haired one sighed, whose name was still unknown to Roy, " but, that didn't stop you, did it? Now, back to your room. We have to tend to him now."

"Tend to him? What the hell do you mean!"

The brown-haired one was the one to speak up and explain. "His gun-shot wound has reopened due to the screaming. He's bleeding heavily now."

Dr. White--at least, that's what Roy recalled his name being--took off the austere hospital gown so the tainted red bandages showed. They were wound around his chest, and the blood had formed around his heart. The place where the bullet had tore through his flesh, and embedded itself. Right above his heart.

That's all he saw before being pulled away and taken to his room. Roy's own heart ached at the sight, and his worry never fully depleted. Soon, the same, to-cheery for his liking, came into view. The black-haired doctor pointed to his bed, and he nodded.

"You are to stay here, understood?"

Roy didn't answer, but instead, sat on his bed and stared at the gaudy tiled floor. How he wished that tile would go away…the colors clashed so badly, that it made his eyes sting. After a moment, he flopped on his back and looked at the ceiling, thinking.

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Ed sighed as the new bandages were put on. They hurt, as well as that damned ointment shit they applied over it.

"Damnit! Why did the wound havta reopen…"

The clinician sighed as he tightened the bandages, sending a burning pain through Ed's heart and receiving a yelp in protest. "It's what you deserve…after what you made him go through."

"Uhn! Damnit! That hurts! And who? Mustang?"

He nodded silently, finishing his work.

"You know why I did what I did…"

He ran his fingers through his brown hair and sighed again. "Yeah, yeah…you told me…But…this is getting to out of hand, Edward. The poor man's heart broken now! Do you know how worried he was?"

"Yeah…but…I don't want him to get hurt again! So, maybe if he thinks that I don't remember him…he'll eventually forget about everything that happened. And forget that he loves me…I almost killed him…..please don't tell him….please."

The older man sighed again. "I won't, I won't. But…I don't think this is right…you saw how he acted when you told him that you didn't remember…."

Ed turned away, tears shining in his gold eyes. He didn't want to talk about it…he never wanted to talk about it. After the doctor left, Ed rolled onto his side and wept.

"I…I just don't want him to get hurt again…I love him…."

(Ta-da! Um…don't kill me/ducks/ ep/sighs/ Yeah, sorry bout not postin' this up sooner…but…I didn't get a lot of reviews…so I didn't feel like writtin' for a loooooooooooooooooong time. But, tis fall break, so I had a lot of time/points/ see how long it is?….Yeah, I know it might be confusin', but Ed was just ACTING to fool Roy into believing that he had amnesia. Twas better than plan B. Which, you all havta thank KouenTaisa for that.

Ya see, plan B. was that Ed was really Envy…but, my friend, KouenTaisa picked plan A.! So thank her! (note: She had no idea what plan A or plan B were….she just picked one) Anyways, please review! Or flame! It's getting cold done here, so flames will be used to light the fire place! Thank you for reading, I'll update before Halloween, I promise! If…I get ten reviews!

Ele.!)