Sorry it's short, my brother is sitting behind me watching paid programming really loud. I can't focus when I hear people talking about getting shit for 3 easy payments of 39.95. There's probably tons of errors and I apologize in advance.

Okay so this chapter is from Mustangs POV and it was supposed to be longer, but I'm splitting it up into three chapters cause I'm a bitch that loves to give you a chapter that ends with a cliff hanger ^^

So enjoy and know that Ed and I you

Oh and by the way my next project is a werewolf story (for my friend on DA Jamaicancrocodile who won't leave me alone about it, lol she knows I love her ^^) so for all of you that want a werewolf story too then you guys are in luck, cause I love werewolves and consider myself one (I'm a freak, but you all knew that already)

Weak

I woke up on the couch that had been my bed for two months. Ever since the transmutation circle in Ed's arm had activated I hadn't left their house. Hawkeye had been sending papers for me to sign once a week, she had just dumped of a large stack of paper two days ago.

Sighing, I sit up and rub the sleep from my eyes, glancing at the menacing pile of paper. I know I should do some of that work, but Ed is my top priority at the moment, I'll check on him first before doing anything else. Al hadn't left his side for three weeks, keeping an eye on him, waiting for the circle to glow from under his skin. Since two months was up Ed's soul would cry out for help, it could happen at any time.

I stand up and slowly begin to walk down the small hall that leads to Ed's bedroom. Ever since that day he was vomiting blood he stayed in bed, too weak to move. He's even worse now, it's killing me inside to see him so sick, and I thought he was bad before.

I knock on the bedroom door, slow gentle raps that seem to echo off the walls. The doorknob turns as Al opens the door, peeking out from behind the door. He sighs and lets me in the room.

"He's still sleeping, don't wake him okay? He had a hard time getting to sleep last night." Al sounds flustered and frustrated, sitting down on a chair placed near his brother's bed.

"No changes?" I ask and he shakes his head. Sighing I sit at the foot of the bed, watching the sick teen sleep.

Ed's breathing is ragged and labored, his body twitches slightly and he lets out a small moan. I gently place my hand on his head, running my fingers through the dull golden hair. His golden ears lay back and he kicks the blanket off, revealing his thin body. Ed's wearing his normal black tank top and a pair of long black pants. Through the fabric you can see his fragile bones, stringy muscle and bone showing under paper white skin.

"He's been doing this for hours now." Al says simply, wrapping the blanket around Ed. I watch as Ed's eyes slowly open, revealing golden eyes glazed with sleep. He looks up at me and smiles weakly.

"Mustang…" His voice barely registers above a whisper; it's so thin and weak like the rest of his body.

"Morning Ed, do you feel okay?" I ask, watching as he squirms in the bed, trying to lay his head on my lap. I help him untangle himself from the blanket and feel his warm head on my leg.

"Not really, I'm tired and thirsty." I look at Al and he nods, leaving the room to get a glass of water for his brother. Ed can't keep down food, so Al just grinds up vitamins into his water; it's the only thing that's keeping his body from completely starving to death.

"Al's getting you some water okay?" He nods and closes his eyes, letting out a sigh.

"I can't wait till you take this thing out; I've never felt this bad in my life." Ed buries his head deeper into my leg, eyes still closed. Just then Al walks into the room, a small glass of water clutched in his large hand. I help Ed sit up in my lap, his frail body leaning on one of my arms.

I grab the glass from Al and put the cup to Ed's lips, tipping it back slightly so water can enter through his parted lips. He must have been thirsty cause in less than a minute the glass is empty. Al takes the glass from my hand and sets it on the nightstand, sitting back in his chair, watching his brother.

Ed's breathing is getting even worse, rasping breaths escaping him. I watch as he closes his eyes and goes limp in my arms. Then he lets out a shriek that makes the blood freeze in my veins.

"Mustang it's glowing!" Al wails, leaving the room to get the first aid kit in the kitchen. Ed begins to twitch in my arms, body writhing in pain. His eyes are wide open now, staring at the ceiling with an unfocused gaze.

I look at his arm and see a bright blue glowing beneath the skin, then all hell breaks loose.