A/N: This entire chapter is a flashback, set on the end of my version of the promised day. (My end is a bit different, and will be explained later.) Again, if you don't like sad fanfictions I suggest not reading this. Enjoy!

Edward lay in the hospital bed, clutching the sheets.

"Where…why…" the words stammered out of him, his breathing shallow.

"Fullmetal, stay with us. Come on, you're going to be okay" Mustangs voice came from his left, and Eds head shot towards it. Mustang grimaced at the sight of the boy. Sweat beaded what was visible of his brow, as the rest was covered with a damp towel. His automail arm, well the parts of it, lay in a tray next to his bed. He had cuts and bruises in many places of his body, and everything about him showed his distraught. He had been out for a few hours, nearly dead. All color had drained from his face, leaving a ghost of the usual liveliness that stayed there. Blood covered the sheets of the bed from the emergency surgery that had saved his life. Suddenly, he tried to speak, but the words caught in his throat, and blood came out instead.

"Fullmetal." Mustang showed no sign of he immense worry he felt. Edward didn't reply, and began thrash.

"Fullmetal!" Mustang snapped at him. Edward stopped thrashing. "You need to stay still, you nearly died." 'Died….' Edward thought. Suddenly, horrific images filled his mind. Images of truth laughing at him, the gate looming behind him, his brother limp in his arms.

"Where…is…Alphonse?!" Edward demanded, but the amount of energy it took to let the words out was too much, and he blacked out again. The beeping of the heart machine became unsteady, and doctors rushed in. Mustang had tried to stay by Edward's side, but was soon pushed away by nurses. Hawkeye grabbed his shoulder, pulling him out into the hallways. He could hear the nervous chatter of the doctors, and suddenly the machine stopped beeping and instead let out a long, dismal ring. Mustang tried to burst into the room, but Hawkeye held him back with all her strength.

"GET THE DEFILIBRATOR!" one doctor yelled.

"SOMEONE DO CPR! HURRY UP! WE'RE LOSING HIM!" Mustang's strength was beginning to overcome Hawkeyes and she had no other choice.

"Sorry, sir." She said calmly as she proceeded to use the butt of the gun to render the mad man unconscious. "Time for a little nap" she huffed as she put him gently down against the wall. The last thing Edward and his doctors needed was a crazed man running around. Hawkeye peeked through the window in the door and saw about ten doctors huddling over a limp body. 'Oh no…' she thought to herself. She cared deeply for the young teenager and the thought that he was dead sent a shiver through her body. She was pondering on how to wake the colonel as she attempted to hide her distress as a loud, agonizing scream split the air. Suddenly, Edward shot up in his bed, breathing heavily. His eyes were wide with fear as he took in the scene around him. Almost immediately, doctors tried to push him into his bed but he continued to resist.

"ALPHONSE! AL!" He yelled helplessly into the air, tears cascading down his cheeks. Without thinking, Hawkeye burst into the room and told the doctors to get out. At first, they resisted earnestly but as the stubborn, hazel gaze fell across each of them they shuffled out.

"Guard the colonel." Hawkeye stated simply.
"The colonel? Is he all right? I thought we treated him already!"

" He's fine, just resting. Leave me with Edward." The last of the doctors nodded and closed the door softly behind him. Hawkeye sat down in the black stool next to Edwards's bed.

"Edward." She said softly, motherly concern subtly lacing her voice. He was clutching his face, shaking his head back and forth.

"Edward." Hawkeye said a bit more sternly. The boy's body shook, and Hawkeye moved her hand forward to rest on his shoulder.

"Edward, look at me." Slowly, he turned his tear stricken gaze towards her.

"You need to stay calm right now. You need to rest." She squeezed his shoulder.

"I…I…" he stammered just to cough up blood once more.

"Rest." Hawkeye gently pushed him towards the bed and pulled the cover up to his shoulders, quietly singing a gentle lullaby. She never had been able to have kids of her own, so she treated the Elrics like a motherly figure from time to time.
"Where… you… song…" Ed wheezed as he spoke to words, eyes widening as he recognized it. It was a song his mother would sing to him and Alphonse when they were distraught, and to this day it managed to sooth him slightly. Hawkeye smiled at him.
"From your friend, Winry. I once caught her humming it when she was crying, and found it comforting."

"O… oh." Edward sighed and leaned back in his bed. His breathing become steadier as Hawkeye sung the song gently, and soon he was asleep. It did not appear that he was having happy dreams, but at least they were not nightmares. Mustang had come to, and silently walked into the room while Hawkeye was singing Edward to sleep. He smiled at the sight, relieved that he was alive and the sight of Hawkeye singing to him. When he was asleep, he spoke quietly.

"You really would make a great mother, Lieutenant Riza." She jolted and composed herself in a matter of seconds.
"I was just helping fullmetal rest, sir." She felt his eyes on her.

"I see. Well, he does need the rest." He came and sat in the stool next to her. His shoulders slumped slightly and his eyelids looked heavy.

"You could use the rest as well colonel." She looked at him worriedly, noticing how exhausted he was.

"I doubt I could sleep now. There's too much to do...there is no way I can relax" he sighed wearily. Almost silently, Hawkeye began to hum the song once more. Mustang felt himself slumping farther into his chair. When she began to sing it quietly, his eyes closed, and when she put a comforting hand on his arm, he fell into a deep sleep. Hawkeye noticed he was asleep and smiled. She simply sat by the colonel's side and gazed out the window for the rest of the evening.

'Brother!' Al cried out for the hundredth time, choking on his words. 'Why cant they hear me? What's going on? Anybody!' tears streamed down his face as no one seemed to pay any attention towards him. Edward had just fallen out of a portal that appeared from nowhere in the sky, bleeding heavily and nearly dead. The doctors picked him up and began to rush him to the hospital.

"What's his condition sir?" asked the brown haired one.

"Critical, nearly dead. He needs attention a.s.a.p." The blond headed one replied, and they ran even faster. Alphonse ran after them, sobbing all the way.

Alphonse stood in a corner, watching his brother. When he came too, clutching the sheets, Alphonse ran towards him. He hadn't dared gone near him, afraid that he would hurt him in some way after he was so beat up. 'Brother!' Alphonse cried out, reaching out to rest a hand on his shoulder. 'Your ali-' his words were cut off as his hand went right through Ed, who didn't even appear to notice his little brother. 'What… I…' Alphonse took a step back. He looked at his hands, his human hands, but the more he looked the more scared he became. He seemed almost transparent, shimmering when the light touched him. 'I…' he stammered again. 'No… brother… no…' tears streamed down his face. Edward was thrashing, Mustang attempting but failing to calm him down. He suddenly blacked out, and Alphonse stood helplessly as doctors poured into the room. He slowly walked towards the bedside, through the doctors, and kneeled at his brother's side. Edward wasn't breathing as doctors tried desperately to revive him. 'No… Edward…you… .you cant…' he whispered quietly, shaking. 'Edward…'

"I don't think we can save him…" one of the doctors said, defeated.

'You….'

"Your right, nothing we can do will help." Another agreed, shaking his head.

'Cant…'

"How do we tell everyone? This is such a tragic day…"

'DIE!' Alphonse yelled the last word, and Edward shot up like he had been electrocuted. He looked around, frightened as he took in the scene.

"What the…" a nurse yelped.

"Al…" Edward muttered quietly under his breath.

"ALPHONSE! AL!" he screamed into the air. He was pushed against the bed as he sobbed, Riza bursting into the room. For just a moment, he appeared to be looking straight at Alphonse, and Alphonse jumped up.

'Brother!' he exclaimed excitedly, over joyed that he was till alive.

'I thought you wouldn't come back! I was so sca-' Edward than looked towards the lieutenant as she caught his attention.

'Oh.' Al mumbled quietly, backing into the corner of the room.

'Oh…' He slid down onto the floor, sobbing.

'Oh…' he stared at his near transparent hands as he sunk his head into his knees.

'Oh.'

A/N: Hope you enjoyed this chapter, please review! Sorry for the short length, I felt that it was good with just this part being here. Ill try to write a longer one for the next chapter, which ill be writing when I get the chance :).