Before this chapter, I'd personally like to thank RizaFK for her amazing review! Thanks a lot for catching some of the details! It completely helped with this. I was wondering…..I might change the title to The Tunnels or Tunnels. I'm not sure. Please tell me!
I hope this one isn't too weird. Thank you so much for the people that read it!
-Miyuki (Firedance Productions)
By the time Ed was calmed down, Roy's sleeve was torn almost to shreds. Ed had been so hysterical that he'd refused to let go. He'd clawed at it, sobbing and clinging to his arm. He was finally sedated after the doctors heard him screaming. "Bloody post-trauma nightmares." Roy thought he heard one of the doctors muttered after nearly being bitten by the terrified blonde that now slept before him.
He ignored the doctor and watched Ed sleeping. Well, more like comatose to be exact. Roy sighed and leaned back in the chair, staring out of the window. Everything seemed to be happening in slow-motion, and at hyper-speed. Everything in the world seemed to have slowed down. And yet, everything was speeding up. One minute, Ed would be remarking on his taunts. The next, he'd be walking in with a report, and explaining to do. Then, he'd be gone, his brother stumbling in half-dead. He's found and now in critical condition. What really happened down in the tunnels?
Roy sighed again and rested his chin on his hand. He was sitting in warm sunlight, which felt good compared to how cold it really was outside. Suddenly something grasped hold of Roy's sleeve, again. He jumped and snapped his fingers. The moment he did this he was glad he didn't have his gloves on. Ed was sitting up in bed. His eyes were closed be he seemed to be looking at Roy anyway. "Edward….?" He said, tentatively.
Ed twitched and immediately let go, pushing himself to the other side of the bed and wrapping his arm over his head, shaking. "No…..no…… no…… no…… no…… no…… no! Who…. who…. who….are you….you….? Who…are you….you?" Ed whined from his shaking form.
He was in considerable pain, but too doped up to notice as he brought his broken leg up closer to his body as best he could. The machine that showed his heart rate was climbing faster and faster. Ed went limp, his head flopping from side to side, whimpering. Roy ran around the bed to look closely at Edward. Even though he appeared to be asleep, he was drenched in sweat. He whimpered again and suddenly his hand shot out. Roy dodged this and carefully took hold of the wrist. At the contact, Ed made a soft shrieking noise. He sat up, pulling his arm from Roy's grip and putting it over his head again. He pulled his leg back up. "Stop….stop…stop….!" He moaned.
Roy sat helpless on the bed as Ed struggled inside. "Get out." Ed suddenly hissed, in a voice that wasn't his.
"Wha-"Roy said.
"Get out! Get out! Get out! Get out! Get out! Get out! Leave me and go!" He cried, sobbing again.
"Ed-"
"GET OUT!" Ed screamed, the heart moniter beeping like a police siren. "GET OUT! OUT! OUT!"
Ed began thrashing yet again, screaming bloody murder again. He would scream, and then make a hissing sound. Or simply struggle. Doctors streamed in and pushed Roy away. He stood back, gripping the wall and chair to stop from falling to the ground. He only stood there and listened to the anguished shrieking of the boy in bed. He shut his eyes, not wanting to watch as Ed fought against the doctors. A nurse took his arm and ushered him away. He followed blindly, even with his eyes open. She settled him in a seat in the lobby then went back to her desk. Roy put his face in his hands. Why did it feel like it was his fault? He hadn't done anything……but he was the one who'd said that Fullmetal was up to the job. And Ed had agreed. It felt so much like it was his fault that this was happening.
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"Are you sure you want to do this? It's pretty difficult-"Roy said.
"Ha! If you're saying that then I'm gonna be home before sunset!" Ed prided himself.
"Brother, be reasonable-"Al attempted to reason.
"Al, I've already agreed. C'mon, we'll be back before you know it!" Ed said, grinning like an idiot to his brother.
His brother, somehow back in flesh and blood, sighed and followed him as Ed almost bounced out of the room. He was happy to finally have something to do.
"…………" Roy made a noise and looked through the manila folder on the information of their target.
This man wants information of the State. He was capturing men of the State and attempting to torture something out of them. So far, none had come back.
He had a bad feeling for the next four days.
Suddenly, as he was passing a flower tree on his way to the office, a heavy wind blew by; all the petals flowing off of the branches with a whoosh. The feeling of foreboding increased. Later that day, he was a witness to Al stumbling in completely covered from head-to-foot in blood and collapsing on his carpet. Then the story came. Ed was gone. He'd disappeared.
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Roy didn't realize he was crying silently until he lifted his hands away from his face and found that they were wet. Hastily, he wiped them away, hoping no one would notice. He sniffed quietly and looked around the room. The walls were painted a diluted yellow, a calming colour. There were interesting patterns and some happy pictures on the wall.
His insides were twisting so bad it made him feel sick. "………"
Roy stood up almost hastily, nearly losing his balance as his heel caught the chair leg. He rushed to the bathroom. Thankfully, for him, no one was there. He practically ran to the nearest stall and vomited his lunch into the toilet. Sitting on his knees, he coughed and swore to himself. He heard the door open as he was vomiting his breakfast down as well. "Roy?" A familiar voice asked.
Shit. It was Maes Hughes. Roy responded by gagging, clutching his stomach. Maes ran into the stall and helped him to his feet. "What happened?" Maes asked, completely serious.
"I'm……confused…" Roy responded, flushing the toilet then moving with the help of Maes to the sink to spitting out any vomit left in his mouth.
Maes supported him as Roy spat out the vomit and washed his face. His knees were shaking too much to stand upright on his own. "Don't be so hard on yourself. It is not your fault this happened." Maes reasoned.
Roy shook his head. "Still……" He croaked.
"Say it again and I'm gonna drop you." Maes said, with a completely straight face.
Roy laughed and his knees stopped shaking. "Thanks Hughes."
He stood stepped away from Hughes's helping arm and walked back to Ed's room with Maes following behind, cracking jokes.
