After hours and hours and many screams of agony and pain Granny Pinako and Winry came out.

"Ed is gonna make it." Pinako said while smoking her old' pipe that was probably as old as she was.

Everyone who wasn't already crying burst out into tears of relief. Roy collapsed on the couch and put his face into his hands and let the tears he had been holding back for hours fall freely down his face, though his hands cover his eyes so no one could see the tears running rivers down his face.

"Thank God, thank you." He murmured over and over. Al hugged Riza and all of the guys were jumping up and down.

"When can we see him?" Roy asked.

"You can see him now but don't wake him he needs his rest." Pinako told them.

Roy nodded his thanks and then walked towards the room. When he walked in he saw a sight he had seen so many times; Edward Elric lying, unconscious and wrapped in bandages. Though never would he have thought he would be so glad to see Ed lying in a bed instead of in a coffin. The Fullmetal alchemist, Edward Elric, was lying on a bed covered in sweat and pale.

Roy never ever really looked at him when he was in this state, he never thought that maybe Ed was suffering more then he was letting on. He never thought that while lying in that bed Ed thought he was suppose to have died instead of the others who had been killed. He knew Ed hated to see people get hurt or killed. Ed had never once taken a life intentionally. Roy had fought in wars, bloody wars, where it was either killed or be killed, be the killer or the victim. Both Roy and Edward's hands were stained with the blood of the innocent.

The government had made a mistake in sending Ed all over the world to handle 'little jobs'. Those 'little jobs' always ended up with Ed getting hurt or almost getting wounded and in some cases almost killed. Now as he saw this military man, no this boy, lying in front of him he felt sick. How many times had Ed gotten hurt in order to protect those he cared about? How many times had Ed been in this position and Roy criticizing him on his actions?

Roy didn't know and quite frankly at the moment he didn't care, he was just glad that Ed was alive. As he walked over to the boy he looked long and hard at him. He looked so small, sickly looking, pale, and frail, like if you even touched him he would shatter into a million pieces. For once he looked his age, a mere child. Roy reached over and pushed some bangs out of his face. Edward moved at the touch but didn't wake up. Roy leaned down and placed his forehead against Ed's and said a prayer of thanks that Ed was alive.

Armstrong was about to go in when he saw the General lean his head down and mutter something to Ed. He smiled and turned away not wanting to intrude on their private moment he walked down the hall. The others were about to enter when he put a finger to his lips and shook his head. He then pointed to the door and signaled them to look. They all peaked in the door and saw the moment the General and Ed were having and smiled. A few of them were giggling and the others were muttering things like "finally" and "it's about time".

Roy walked out of the room and told the saw a quick flash of money and then it was gone. He raised an eyebrow and then asked in a quite calm voice.

"Why did I just see a flash of money?"

Since everyone's back was turned they had yet to see the Colonel come in or hear him. All of the boys froze and stiffened.

"Also, when I was I with Ed why did I hear voices muttering 'finally' and 'it's about time', huh, boys?"

All of the guys slowly turned with sweat bullets streaming down their faces. Havoc was the first to speak.

"Well ya see boss we made a bet on how long it would take before you admitted that you saw Ed as a son or as family." Roy's face stayed impassive as he walked forward towards his men.

"Well you boys, I've always seen Ed as a fellow alchemist and a fine comrade." The boys just gulped and nodded.

And with that Roy walked out the door and onto the front porch. They just stared at him and looked very confused. Then Alphonse ran into the room and went straight to his brother. He stopped at the door and walked slowly over to where his brother lay. For the first time in 7 years he got to touch his brother again and actually feel him, smell the scent surrounding him, feel the pain and worry of his brother lying in the bed. Not exactly the first things you want to experience after seven years but hey, at least it's a start.