This is my first story on Fanfiction. I don't own Fullmetal Alchemist and this story is AU.
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"When I was a toddler I was taken to the doctor and after a few... tests or-- or something, they told my mom that I had a strange disconnection to reality, and that I couldn't feel emotions... They were going to put me in a psych ward if the disconnected parts of my brain didn't heal... Well, there was nothing wrong physically, but, mentally..." Everyone looks at him, they're nervous, he knows, for whatever he may say next. "And after me and Alphonse committed to Human Transmutation I felt different. I found I could feel emotions for the first time in my life and after we got our bodies back they just left... Dissapeard. And I feel like I should be angry or sad or upset but I'm not, because I can't feel anything." He doesn't know what to expect as a reply so he sighs and continues. "When Alphonse lost his body I felt so guilty, but at the same time I never wanted it to end because I could feel everything that was happening-- completely, I didn't just see it all and move on, I actually felt it. I didn't know what to think..." He looks down again. "The doctor who told my mom about the disassociation came to check up on me-- it'd been fourteen years, etcetera-- and he decided that I would be going to the psych ward."
Alphonse practically growls next to him. "But there's nothing wrong with you, brother!"
Hawkeye is the first to break out from the shock, and even then she stumbles on her words. "H-how long would you be there for?" She asks quietly.
He shrugs and looks up. "If the doctor had his way then I'd be there for the rest of my life, regardless of wether I healed or not." He spits out the word with obvious distaste.
Alphonse runs a hand through his hair. "W-what do we do?" She's not sure, but Riza thinks she sees tears in the corner of his eyes. Is he frustrated or scared? She knows that she's frustrated herself, but she's not sure about everyone else. Maes' lips are pressed in a thin line and his eyes are frowning. Fuery is looking questioningly at Alphonse with wide eyes. Breda's looking down at his fists, which are placed on his lap, and Havoc dropped his cigarette. Roy looks ready to murder right now, and he's already made a mess of his hair.
No one says anything, and the clock strikes nine. "I've only got until tomorrow. Then the doctor's gonna come and take me away..."