I'm proud of me~! I actually am updating this again within a reasonable time! A little less then a month is good, especially sense I hadn't updated before that for more than six months... deep apologizes for that to any one reading this thing. A plus side right now is that this chapter is actually a reasonable length, as in it's a little more than 2,000 words, about three pages, and the first few were barely a thousand, if that, the story being actually around 8,500 words with out all my extra crap at the top! ^~^ This makes me happy! Enjoy and please give me feed back!

When I got to the hospital the nurse in the entry looked up. He face went from pleasant to shocked, "Ms. Mawole are you okay?"

"Nothing new is the matter if that's what you mean." I replied looking at my side, the bandage completely a mess of blood and the blood was starting to stain my favorite pair of pants.

She quickly paged a doctor and brought me to a chair. The doctor, it was the brown haired one I've had on my previous adventures in the hospital within the past month came over shaking his head and sighing, "I don't know how you manage to live at all Major."

"Not very carefully, obviously. If I was more careful I wouldn't live in Central. Actually moving sounds like a good idea. I've been receiving too many visitors lately."

The doctor huffed as he unbound my side hold a towel cover it as to not let too much blood flow onto the floor of the hospital, because that would just cause more of a mess for the doctors to clean up.

"You really need to be more careful," Mustang said looking down at me, "If you bleed to death because of that wound we would have to add another person to Scars kill count. And I would be worried that Ed would split his side open and bleed out because of it too."

I grimaced slightly because of the doctor messing with my side and as well as the thought of dieing because of it. At this point I was pretty sure that Scar didn't want me to die because of it. I wanted to laugh all of a sudden but I knew I shouldn't so I just replied, "Don't make me laugh at the aspect that Ed might die the same way as me."

The doctor look at me like I was insane, and instead of commenting on what I just said like I could tell he really wanted to do he shook his head and sighed for at least the second time towards me.

I held back another chuckle that raised in me and I asked Mustang, "Did Scar actually attack Ed or was it the other way around?"

He looked at me with a slightly confused serious face. "Why does that matter?"

I shrugged my shoulder and looked out the front door, "I guess it doesn't really matter."

When the doctor was done patching up my side again I left the hospital and headed back to my apartment. Mustang had left before the doctor was done to go check on Ed again and I left before he came back. I had a plan and I knew the boys wouldn't like it.

On my way to my apartment I went through area where Ed and Scar fought earlier and asked the returning search team, "Did you find him?"

The leader shook his head angrily, "No, we lost his trail."

I frowned and said, "That's no good." but I was happy that I messed up the trail well enough for that to happen. This makes my plan actually able to work. I carried on my way towards my apartment and at the next corner I turned heading towards an ally entry way that was closer to where Scar managed to get to.

I eventually found my way to him without having to climb over any walls and he was awake again. I smiled at him and said, "You know you're lucky I'm a forgiving person."

He looked up at me confused. I didn't know whither it was because he didn't realize I had left or he he didn't know why I kept coming back. Before he could say anything to me I asked, "Can you stand up?"

He still looked confused for a moment. I knelt down next to him and transmuted a crutch out of some the garbage that was laying near by and some light came to his eyes as to why I was asking him. That I was going to help him. And I was planning on doing so and then leaving central to get some rest of my own so no one would ever have to know that I did.

He tried to get up and almost fell and I caught before he bit the dust again. I some how kept the crutch in my hands in the process and I got him to lean on it, which he did heavily. When he was standing there with out my help I nodded once and he asked wearily, "Why are you helping me?"

I blinked once and then answered, "Truly I don't know. Maybe we'll find that out eventually. Just come on it looks like it's going to rain and the last thing I need right now is a cold to aggravate my side even more."

He nodded and started to move and he almost fell. I caught him again and said, "It was hard to get you up in the first place don't fall again please."

He smirked and we slowly made it to my apartment.

Scar's POV

The two of us moved dangerously slow, but I knew if we had moved any faster I probably would have blacked out again already. I still don't know the reason for her to help me out, other then the slight chance that she was freakishly good natured. I shook my head and she glanced at me worried, like she was afraid that I was going to pass out again. I hadn't passed out sense we started moving, so I don't know if I actually am going to. If I don't the both of us are going to be extremely happy.

Although because she knew that there was a chance of that we stuck to side roads and allies until we arrived within a block of her apartment. We stopped at the edge of the alley and she looked both ways before she glanced at me and said looking worried, "We are going to have to rush to my apartment."

I looked up from her to the building. Damn I hate blood loss, if it wasn't for blood loss I wouldn't be in this situation. I blinked once. Why didn't I blame Full Metal? I shook my head to clear it of the thought and asked, "Why are you willing to help me?"

She glared at her apartment building and then replied, "I'll tell you when we get into my apartment if you don't pass out."

I smirked slightly. "Sounds like a deal."

Klara's POV

I counted to three after he smirked and then I started to half drag him forward again. We made it to the door of my building with out a hitch and I managed to push him through the front door before I heard Al yell, "Major Mawole! Heeelllloo!"

I gasped and turned towards him smiling and I waved, "Hello Al."

He stopped jogging when he was standing in front of me and he peered over my head trying to look in through the dirty window in the front door, "Who was that Klara? Did you make a new friend?"

"Uh, yeah, sort of." I replied scratching the back of my head looking towards the door. Good he got himself away from the door, "He's actually just some hobo I found that looked really hungry. I took him here to give him some food. Impulsive reaction you know?"

Al nodded, "Yep, I bring home cats all the time. They are too cute to pass by."

I chuckled lightly. "Al, why did you come and find me? You looked like you were in a hurry too."

"Ah!" Al started, "Well, I came to make sure you knew about Ed and that you were okay. I met Mustang on the way over here though so I found out you knew about him and that you were okay from him, so I came to chat for a little while. Although I should let you go back to your new friend shouldn't I?"

I blinked once and then smiled, "Thank you for worrying about me Al! And you're right I don't know what he'll do if I don't go soon. It was nice talking to you again. So long Al."

He waved and started to walk away and I could have sworn the tin can head smiled. I shook my head and went in the building sighing in relief that he didn't want to help me feed my new found hungry hobo friend.

I looked around not seeing Scar and became confused. I looked again and found him sitting on the lowest step on the stair case, look all stoic and trying to look cool. Impossible to do when you're covered in blood by the way.

I walked over to him and sighed again, "That was close."

He glared at me and asked again, "Why are you willing to help me?"

I tsked and replied, "We may be in my apartment building but we are not in my apartment yet. And I live on the fifth floor."

He stopped glaring and looked up the stairs visibly paling and he gulped. These actions surprised me. He stood up on his own but grabbed the railing when he became light headed.

I grinned, "You're getting better already! That's good. The sooner you're better the sooner you and I both can leave Central for a while. Escape the constant man hunt for you and for me escape people who don't like me."

He gave me a look that was almost bemused and he took a step up the stairs, stumbled slightly and I caught my sigh before it came out and him. This was going to be a long trip up the stairs.

An hour and a half later we achieved the status of being in front of my door and he was sweating buckets and I felt like I was going to barf, for I was covered in the sweat buckets. I leaned him up against the wall and unlocked my door and then almost literally dragged him through my front door and I kicked it close.

We some how made it to my living-room with him only almost falling on his face, taking me with him, once, and I dumped him unceremoniously onto my old couch that is in the need of replacement and he grunted, in what was most likely pain.

I then collapsed on to the chair and half glared, "I think dragging you up those stairs was the hardest thing I've done sense moving that couch into here."

He once again glared at me and probably would have said, "I didn't ask you to do this... Why are you willing to help me?" If he wasn't so close to passing out.

I went into the kitchen and got him a glass of water and started the tea pot on a low heat so I could have more tea later. I handed him the glass which he took and somehow drank from. He drank the whole thing and then flopped back down. I smiled and said, "Get some sleep I'll answer your question when you wake up."

He half glared at me as I headed out of the room. I rolled my red eyes at him, "What I'm going to take a shower. It's not like I'm avoiding answering you. You need the sleep more than an answer and I need a shower more than I need to answer you."

He glared at me rolling his eyes and then he closed them. I read this as "What ever you're going to answer me in the end even if you don't want to and sleep is the only option I have right now other than getting that answer." Or that just might have been what I thought it meant; he might of just glared and rolled his eyes to make it seem like he is actually stronger than he really is and that he didn't just pass out again.

For some reason I get the strong feeling this is going to be a long two weeks, if he stayed that long.

Yeah so you like? or no? tell me I'm good with negativity I blame my twin... _ and I have cake and Ice Cream if nothing else at the current time waiting to be gobbled up...

Also! I have a few ideas on where this story could go one ends it quickly , others would drag it on for a while if any readers would be willing to tell me if they want me to add on or just to end it (I wont take it in a bad way unless you want me to ( saying to end it because it sucks would be a an obvious negative way to say to end it)) Although I might take a while after this if I get anybody saying they want more, because my current plan is to end it.

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