Two chapters in one day, yay you are all lucky and stuff. Yeah you'll see why this is called father figure at the end of the chapter, but you still don't know what Ed has yet...not until the next chapter hopefully hehehehe. I'm evil like that.
Enjoy and stuffz
Like a father
"Ed? Edward? Wake up!" I opened my eyes slowly; the voice yelling at me seemed so far off. The room around me was spinning and blurry, the voice around me seemed to echo off the walls of my mind. I was on one of the colonel's couches, laying on my right side with a towel under my head.
"Brother!" Al's voice broke through the echoes; I could see his face spinning in front of me, moving in and out of focus.
"Al?" I rasped, my throat felt like someone had shoved steel wool into it. Just talking made me cough; no blood came into my mouth though.
"Edward we're taking you to a hospital right now." I saw Mustang looking down at me, eyes stern but comforting at the same time. I just shook my head, coughing a little.
"No…hospital…" I coughed out; hospital's meant needles and tests of all sorts. I attempted to sit up but a horrible pain in my chest made me lay back down. I groaned in pain and closed my eyes.
"Brother stop being so immature." Al said, gently shaking my shoulder. I opened my eyes and narrowed them at him.
"No damn hospitals!" I yelled, my voice breaking at the end. I went into a coughing fit; I sat up, ignoring the pain in my chest. Mustang grabbed the towel and placed it under my mouth, making sure I didn't cough up blood on myself.
"Do you want to die here then?" Mustang growled harshly as I coughed up a startling amount of blood. Woozy and light headed I fell back onto the couch, taking ragged breaths that seemed to echo in my chest.
"It's…a cold…" I wheezed out, the world around me spinning faster that it had before. I felt a cool hand on my forehead and knew it was Mustang's.
"It's not a cold dumbass." He grabbed my hand roughly, holding it in front of my face so I could see the blood covering my palm, "with a cold you don't cough up blood!"
"NO FUCKING HOSPITALS!" I shrieked as loudly as I could, "I'M FINE DAMMIT!" My screams ended in another coughing fit, this time I got up off the couch and staggered towards the office door.
"No…hospitals…" I rasped between coughs. My legs could barely hold me up and I fell to the ground, landing roughly on my side. I was panting; it felt as though the air around me seemed to get thicker and thicker…
'I can't breathe!' I screamed in my head. My eyes widened in panic and I writhed on the floor, letting out small whimpers of fear.
"Brother?" Al's hand was on my shoulder, holding me to the ground. I looked up at him, gasping for air. My chest was beginning to hurt badly now and I hacked up more blood, splattering Mustang's white floor with red.
"It's…hard…to…breathe…" I gasped out. I saw Mustang look at Hawkeye, who stood near the phone.
"Their sending an ambulance sir, they said it could be life threatening." She looked at me, her eyes wide with concern. I wanted to yell at Mustang, call him a traitor and a liar but another coughing fit silenced me. I was losing too much blood and it felt like my head was full of air. Everything was spinning and blurred, the air around me seemed to become hotter.
"Edward?" Mustang walked over to me, kneeling at my head. I looked up at him, unable to say anything through the horrible coughs. "They'll be here soon; you'll feel better once they take you to the hospital." I only nodded weakly and closed my eyes, watching the world spin was giving me a headache.
I could hear sirens outside the building, here confused yelling from the people outside the building. I heard a gentle knock at the door before there was a flurry of action.
The paramedics were asking Mustang and Al questions as they lifted me onto a stretcher. I opened my eyes to see a man standing over me, a clear plastic oxygen mask in his hand.
"It will help you breathe." He said simply. I felt him slip it onto my face, as soon it was on I felt better, the air seemed less dense, lighter. I closed my eyes slowly, savoring the feeling of air flowing easily into my lungs.
"I'll go with him Al, you won't be able to fit in the ambulance, and Hawkeye take him to the hospital with you." I heard Mustang call to them as I was pulled out of the office. I opened my eyes to see Mustang walking as fast as he could, keeping up with the paramedics.
"I'll…be fine…on my…own…" I rasped, looking at him as his face went in and out of focus. He smiled slightly.
"You'll need someone to be there with you, to hold your hand and make you feel safe." I felt his hand grab my left, holding it tightly. I suddenly remembered my mother doing the same for me and Al when we were sick, holding our hands trying to make us feel okay. I also remembered us holding her hand as her eyes closed and her last breath left her body.
It seemed strange to think of Mustang as a parental figure, he pissed me off as much as I did to him. He was so full of himself and ambitious. But he also had a compassionate side, he took care of those under him, he truly treated his men like family.
Maybe in a way he thought of me as his son. And maybe in some way I wished that he was my father. Hohenheim had left my mother and us behind years ago; I didn't want to think of that bastard as a dad. I smiled slightly at the thought of having a father figure in my life, someone like Mustang.
"Thanks…" I breathed as we entered the ambulance. I heard the sirens echo through the streets, telling everyone to get out of the way, that someone was hurt and needed help.
"It looks like he lost a lot of blood; you said he was coughing it up right?" I felt a needle pierce the bend of my arm and I flinched. Mustang's hand tightened around mine, making the rising panic in me die down.
"Yeah, his brother also told me he's been sleeping a lot to, does that help?"
"A little, the doctors will be able to see what's wrong with him when we get there."
Mustang sighed and continued to hold my hand as the ambulance neared the hospital. I hated to admit it somewhat but having him there, holding my hand, made me feel better. It felt like my mom was back with me, comforting me, giving me a sense of safety.
"Thanks…" I whispered, gently enough so that only the colonel could hear. He smiled and looked down at me.
"Your welcome Edward."
Yes, no RoyxEd, if you even suggest it I swear to god your dead. Mustang thinks of him as a son and Ed thinks of him as a father. Yes a little bit of cuteness thrown in there, enjoy it. Again if you say it is RoyxEd your getting beaten to death with a plastic lawn chair.
