Yes, two chapters in one day! Even though this one is pretty short...oh well. Yeah there shall be one more chapter after this one, then the story shall be complete. Thank you all for your reviews and favorites, you guys are the reason I didn't stop in the middle of this story. I'm hoping to get the last chapter started tonight and finished by tomorrow, since I finally have the computer since my brother is camping^^

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Survivor

Today was my last chemotherapy session; it felt good to finally be done with it. Mustang and I were in a hospital room, waiting for the doctors to tell us that we could go home. Mustang was holding my left hand comfortingly, quietly humming my mother's song. I would have looked over at him but an IV was currently inserted into my arm, I was scared that I would panic if I saw the needle in my skin.

"What's taking them so long; I want to get the hell out of here." I hated the smell of hospitals, they smelt to clean and of many different medications.

"They're probably seeing if your cancers really gone. They also might keep you if they're worried about anything else."

"Like what?"

"They might be worried about how much weight you lost."

"I'm not staying here though; I'd rather be back at your house having you shove a tube down my throat or something." I sighed, not quite sure what they did with patients that had lost a lot of weight.

"Fine I'll tell them that when they come in." Right after Mustang finished his sentence there was a gentle knocking at the door. One of the male doctors walked in followed by a female nurse. The doctor was holding charts in his hands, looking at them closely.

"Edward, all traces of cancer are all gone." I sat up straighter, feeling happiness flood through me. Mustang looked at me and smiled, holding my hand tighter.

"No more chemo?"

"No more chemo." The nurse smiled and walked over to my right. With one gentle, swift movement she withdrew the needle in my arm, carefully placing a bandage over the small bleeding wound.

"Thank you." I whispered, happy to have the needle out of my arm. She smiled and then left the room, leaving me with Mustang and the doctor.

"He'll still need his pain medication; you might want to keep him on the depression pills as well. It would be safe to remove him from the blood thinners." The doctor said, still looking at the papers in his hands. "What worries me most is how much weight he's lost."

I knew this was coming. I sighed and settled back into the hospital pillows, glaring at the doctor. I was not staying in this hospital any longer; if they wanted to keep me I wouldn't let them.

"What are you going to do about it? He doesn't have to stay here does he?" Mustang asked. The doctor shook his head and looked up from his papers.

"There's not much we could do for him here that you couldn't do for him at your home. Have any of the other doctors talked to you about force feeding him?"

"Yeah, but I'm not going to force him to eat if he doesn't want to."

"You might have to; he needs to get stronger since the chemo weakened him severely."

"It's against my morals to shove food down childrens throats, besides sometimes he just throws it up anyway."

"When's the last time he ate?"

"Around four days ago, he ate yesterday but threw up."

The doctor sighed slightly. He walked over to me and gently lifted my left arm up, examining it closely. "His skin is very pale to, but that's normal with cancer patients." The doctor then pulled a stethoscope out of his coat pocket.

"Can you sit up Edward?" He asked gently. I nodded and felt him lift up my shirt slowly and sliding the cool metal stethoscope to my chest. I knew the drill already and breathed in and out several times then he moved to my back. I shivered slightly as the object slid over my spine to rest in between my shoulders. Again I breathed in several times then I was done.

"His breathing sounds a lot better." The doctor put the stethoscope away, "You're free to leave now if you want."

"I sure as hell want to leave." I sat up and tried to stand, but my legs still felt weak. I fell back onto the bed letting out a frustrated breath.

"I'll help you." Mustang put his arm around my waist and I put my arm over his shoulder. I leaned heavily on him as we walked from the room, my feet scuffing the ground.

"So you're a survivor." He smiled.

"Do I get a prize or something?"

"You get to go home and sleep."

"That's a good enough prize for me." I sighed as we walked out the doors of the hospital, breathing in the fresh untainted air. Mustang helped me over to his car, opening the back door with his one free hand. I slid inside and lay down in the back seat, closing my eyes slowly.

"Can I sleep in the car?"

"I don't care; I'll carry you into the house when we get there."

"Mkay." I muttered, already feeling sleep overtake me. Thank goodness all this was over, now maybe I could sleep without nightmares.