A/N: Hi all, thanks for all the reviews! I'm so glad this story is liked. I thought it wouldn't be too popular because it was kind of weird, and I made up my own homunculus so it wouldn't go along with the FMA story as well as most people liked. So I'm just really happy you like it!

Appration07: LOL, I never thought of that and Hughes! That would be all too funny, but if Riza is out east and Hughes is in Central, would that even work out?

Thatz of the Dragon Knights: No problem, I liked reading your story. It was funny. I hope I helped you some, I know I didn't say that much, sorry.

lizardqueen13: I'm not too sure on why they deleted it to tell you the truth, but it's back up now. I'm having it rewritten (and rewriting it myself) so I can fix most of the grammar errors. Hopefully it won't get deleted again. It's not all there yet though... I think it's on chapter 20 or 21… can't remember…

Blind Sight Chapter 4: Left in the Dark

Go away with time? Roy sneered to himself as his fists tightened and his teeth began to grind on one another. He was quite angered by the doctor's diagnosis. The old man had left the small room just moments before for an emergency call. A solider in training had been injured on the field and needed care right away. The Colonel glanced over at his Lieutenant, who still sat in silence. Seeing her face made Roy relax a bit as a sad expression appeared on his usually calm face.

"What do I do now, Colonel?" Riza asked quietly. Her face still remaining calm and emotionless.

"I'm taking you home, that's what," Roy replied in his normal tone. Well, it was almost normal, but Riza was able to catch hints of annoyance and sadness in his speech.

"I'm sorry, sir," Riza said after a few seconds.

"For what?" Roy asked. "It's not because you're hurt, is it? That wasn't your fault. You have nothing to apologize for."

That statement gave Riza a little peace. She was relieved Roy wasn't mad at her. She thought he might be, just a little, because she always acted as one who could take care of herself. With this happening she was a little fearful Roy would be ashamed of her.

"That'snot it," Riza replied, "I apologize, but I cannot allow you to accompany me."

"And why not?" Roy asked like a whiney child.

"Because, sir," she replied with a bit of a sigh as her old self came to surface. "You're a colonel. You have a high duty to uphold, and you can't do it if you're in my home. Thank you for the offer though."

"Eh…" Roy's expression was somewhat dumbfounded. "Have you lost your mind?" he snapped out of concern for his subordinate. "How in the world do you expect to make it home if you can't see?"

"Permission to borrow Lieutenant Havoc, Colonel, sir?" was her reaction.

"Gah!" Roy's high flying plane crashed in a million flames, and he slumped toward the floor. A huge sweat drop appeared on the side of his head as his figure turned blue with a blown away, astronomically hurt, and outsmarted exterior.

Why does she prefer Havoc over me? He wondered as he put his finger on the floor and began rotating it in a circular motion across the tile. He knew she was just doing it for his own good. Riza knew how badly Roy wanted to be Fuhrer, and he couldn't do that at her bedside, but even so, he still couldn't help but feeling a bit betrayed.

"Sir?" Riza asked when she didn't hear her superior's answer. Little did she know, Roy was sulking on the floor beside her.

"Havoc would probably get lost!" Roy retorted as he shot up, full of life and energy. "Besides!" he then added, "You know I won't get anything done unless you're there pointing your gun at me. Who's to say you can't point it at your house?"

"Please, Colonel," Riza replied as the expression on her face became somewhat sad. She really wasn't in the mood for his shenanigans, even though she knew he was just trying to cheer her up.

Roy went from his current goofy-blown away pose to standing quietly at her side. He watched his subordinate silently. The expression on her face was emotionless once again, but even so, he knew she was hurting. He couldn't blame her. He couldn't even begin to imagine how awful to would be to lose your ability to see in one night's time.

Riza's body may have been still and quiet in the soft white bed, but her mind was running wildly. Sorting through everything she could remember about the night before.

She saw herself in the streets the night before, and though she was wrapped in a warm blanket, she could still feel the fabric of her uniform and the crisp night air on her skin. Her nostrils filled with the scent of exhaust from the cars that had left the small shops a while before. Then her mind flashed to the alley. She saw the small girl forced up against the wall and the older girl holding her.

Suddenly Riza's eyes widened as the events that took place the night before came back to her.

"I want your eyes! Give your eyes to Desire!"

The 10 year old girl's chants rung in Riza's ears. Then her eyes became wider still as she saw the girl lunge at her. She remembered her cruel smile, ugly cat-like eyes, and then something else became visible. She had caught a glimpse of it when as the girl's brown bangs flew wildly and her hand was placed on Riza's face. There was a symbol on the girl's forehead. Once she saw the image, the mind numbing pain returned to her head. She flinched as it cut through her mind. It was 100 times worse then the headache she had moments ago.

"Are you alright?" Roy asked when he saw Riza's expression. "Hawkeye?" more worry was held in his voice when she didn't answer.

A few seconds later the Lieutenant's eyes narrowed, but her voice was shaky as she spoke, "Colonel?" she asked, not giving in to the accursed pain.

"Hm?" Roy replied questionably.

"Do you know of any alchemy being done with a tattoo of a snake-like creature swallowing its own tail?"

Roy's expression became serious as this question came up out of no where. "No, I've only seen it performed one way, with a transmutation circle."

"I see," Riza replied, "Well then you're not a reliable source, are you, sir?"

"Excuse me?" Roy retorted.

"I'm sorry, Colonel, but I need someone else to answer that because you are wrong."

"How am I wrong?" Roy asked.

"I have heard Edward Elric can do it without the use of a circle."

"Uh!" his expression became blown away once again. "He's just an exception! WHAT DOES THIS HAVE TO DO WITH ANYTHING ANYWAY!"

Riza's expression remained serious, but painful. "I saw it. She had a tattoo on her forehead, hidden by her hair. It was an image of a snake-like animal eating its tail."

Roy began putting the facts together. "So what you're saying is your attacker was a woman with a tattoo of a snake on her forehead?"

"Not a woman," Riza replied, "A young girl…"

Why would a little girl attack someone? Roy wondered as his dark eyes wandered away from Riza as he became lost in thought.

"…erh…" Riza winched as her muscles tensed and her eyes clamped shut. Sweat began forming on her face as the pain increased. The grip she had on the blanket became so strong that she was sure not even Major Armstrong would be able to pull it away from her.

Roy's eyes immediately returned to her when he heard the sounds of agony escape her throat. "Hey?" he asked as he leaned in toward her. His arms outstretched and almost grasping her shoulders, but he didn't touch her. There was definitely something wrong and he didn't know what it was or what could make it worse. "Lieutenant? What's wrong?" he asked. His voice was full of concern and becoming sterner at every passing second. Riza's groans didn't subside, but the tightening of her muscles got much worse. "Hawkeye?"

Riza forced herself to keep in control of this. It was very difficult, but she relaxed herself and managed to open her eyes, though she still couldn't see anything. It's just pain. You can beat it. It's just an emotion. Just get control of it like you always do. She repeated to herself over and over. This chanting did help her in her fight to control herself, but it didn't stop the pain any.

"Hawkeye, are you alright?" Roy asked. Riza not answering him made him even more nervous. Can she not hear me? He wondered. "HAWKEYE, ANSWER ME!" he ordered. He was about to run and get a nurse or roaming doctor when she finally spoke to him.

"Colonel…" she answered. Her voice was worn and weak, like fighting the pain was taking everything she had.

"Are you ok?" he asked again. Now that she was speaking to him he felt a little better and grabbed her shoulders, looking into her eyes, forgetting for a moment that she couldn't see him.

"…I think…" she began, her voice getting softer and weaker the more she spoke, "…I'm gong to sleep again…… for a…while…" she said, and then she collapsed, falling forward.

"Hawkeye!" Roy shouted and grabbed her. "Hey! Wake up!" he ordered. "Wake up! Open your eyes!" he barked as he held her in his arms, shaking her. "HAWKEYE!" he said and shook her harder. Once he saw she really wasn't going to wake up he laid her back in the bed. "I'll be right back," he assured her, unsure if she could hear him. Then he dashed out of the room to find someone who could come look at her.