Chapter ten, I still don't much time to type , I have way to many school projects ( as I write this I'm listening to Shakespeare) but once I finish I should have more time, and I'll have more inspiration since the English dub of Fullmetal Alchemist: Brotherhood comes out soon.

"Hey you get in here." A voice called from the room to her right.

Riza had just left Roy at his first therapy session and was going back to the apartment, when a scream broke through the air followed by the order.

"Hold down her shoulder" a wrench came out attaching the automail port to an arm, the shoulder jerked under her hand and then slumped as RanFan lost consciousness.

"Dahm kid, I told her to take care of her shoulder, now the port tried to reject her arm."

"Is she going to be all right?"

"Besides the missing arm, she'll be fine." Said Sandra as she pressed a wet washcloth to RanFans head. "Sorry to call you like this, in all honesty we're understaffed in the automail department; everyone in this area wants to be a big shot in the Briggs facilitates."

RanFan began to stir.

"Hey Ranny, you okay?"

"Is my arm functioning?"

"Little brat, I asked about you, not the metal."

"Oh, I'm fine." She looked around. "Ms. Riza, why are you here."

Sandra didn't let her answer "she had to hold down your shoulder because you didn't take care of it."

"Sorry" she looked down, then asked "when's my next therapy session,"

"Impatient as always, aren't you." She glanced down at a chart. "In about two hours, in the meantime test out some simple motions with your arm." She glanced at Riza. "You mind helping her; I'm late for another appointment." With that she thrust a handful of paper into her arms and left saying "Don't worry, Ranny knows what to do.

Roy tapped on the desk impatiently before asking "what time is it now ma'am"

"Sir" replied the secretary " It is still 11:36"

"Well how long is she going to take?"

"Please understand, sir. She's the only one here certified to work with automail, thus it takes time for her to make her rounds."

"Yeah, so stop complaining, I mean that brat doesn't take care of her-self, but at least she doesn't complain every five seconds." She strode across the room and sat opposite of Roy, and flipped through her papers.

"So, you've written here that you lost your sight three weeks ago, right."

"Yes"

"And you've started on Braille."

"Yes, I've managed to start on the basics, but what I really need is to regain my perception of where things and people are."

"There's not really much we can do for that here, it takes time."

Roy sighed, he didn't have time.

"There is one thing I can suggest." She said.

Ling waved off is last student as they left.

"Hey kid." Said Sandra "You have a new student."

"Oh that makes sense." Said Ling. "I guess if you learned to read auras, it would improve your perception of people and positions, I just didn't think Fuu would tell the kids about it."

"So you think I could learn."

Ling hesitated. "Well, it's not the easiest thing to learn, it took RanFan six months to complete her training and it took me almost a year. It's a combination of intense martial arts training and hours of meditation."

"But still, can you teach me?"

"Yeah, I guess we can start with sparring tomorrow."

"Tomorrow? Thanks."

"You won't thank me later". Ling thought. "How am I going to put a blind man through this?"

Okay thanks for reading, we're almost to the end of the first arc of the story, I might start it in under a new name, if I do it will be titled "Depths of Flame", Just to warn you it will have some extremely sad moments.