Warning: a short and fillery chapter awaits you. I was thinking of where I wanted to take this story, and I'm pretty sure I've got an idea of what I'd like to do, but I still have to figure out how to implement it. Also, it would be awkward for a sudden skip to that point. So enjoy (or not) and please, PLEASE review. Criticism is VERY much appreciated.

The first thing that Roy noticed was the pain. Not overwhelming, but certainly noticeable. Bothersome. The next thing was the light, bright enough to pierce through his eyelids, as if inviting him out of his sleep. But he opened his eyes only to find himself blinded by the intense white of the hospital room.

The light having made his headache even worse, he groaned and shut his eyes again, only to hear a gasp beside him.

"Riza?" Sitting up, he looked to the chair by his side, only to see a brunette woman with long, curly hair and bright green eyes looking at him.

"You're alright!" the woman said excitedly.

Roy stared. Do I have amnesia or something? I don't remember this woman... "Who are you?"

The brunette gasped again, then smiled. "Oh, right, of course. My name's Jessica Brant. I found you unconscious on my way to work."

"Oh... wait! Did you see a blond woman by me?

"A blond woman?" Jessica frowned, looking concerned. "No, I didn't see her."

Relief and despair flooded Roy at the same time. Either Riza had managed to get away or... He suddenly noticed the white uniform on Jessica. She was a nurse. Well, that explained why she had been going into work so late.

"Nurse Brant, can I use the phone?"

"Yes, of course. I'll have to accompany you though."

"Alright," Roy said as he made to get off of the hospital bed. When he stood up, though, the pain from the headache got even worse and the room started washing over with shadows. He almost collapsed but, thankfully, Jessica caught him.

"Sorry, that probably wasn't a good idea," she said, looking nervous. "Listen, if you want to call in for work, you can just tell us where you-"

"No. This is an emergency. I have to call..."

"Just give me the phone number then, and I'll call for you. Now lay back down, you probably have a concussion."

-x-x-

A few minutes later, Jessica walked back in, looking uneasy. "No answer."

Roy laid back on the bed and groaned. Shit. She probably did get captured by those two. Damn it, what would they want from her? To kill her? Rape her? Hold her for ransom? Damn it, this is all my fault. Where the hell is she? Damn it... This didn't even happen before... Damn it...

Jessica shifted on her feet, uncomfortable, sensing Roy's apparent crisis. "Um... I'll call again if you want..."

"No... you don't have to. It's hopeless... I'm such an idiot... damn it..."

He had started mumbling to himself. Despite feeling quite out of place, Jessica walked up to Roy and sat down beside him again.

"Were you attacked?" she asked.

"Yes."

"And this person you wanted me to call, was he or she with you at the time?"

"Yes."

"I see... who is this person, anyway?"

"Riza Hawkeye. Military lieutenant. Personal assistant."

"And your name?"

"Roy Must- wait, you're only asking me this now?"

Jessica smiled sheepishly. "Sorry, it slipped my mind. I did know that you were a state alchemist, though!" she said proudly. "I found your pocket watch. We get injured military officers all the time and- I'm getting off track, aren't I? Well, do you remember who attacked you?"

Roy started to talk, but trailed off at the first sound. "Shit! I know I remember but I can't-"

"Don't worry. It's normal to be a little disoriented after waking up from a head injury. How about you get some rest and I'll contact the police about your friend?"

Feeling faint, Roy watched the nurse walk out of the room. As she went to open the door, he suddenly remembered. "Rock! Rock... and Trey... I think..."

Jessica turned back around and smiled. "Got it. Now, please rest."

Roy took the advice and shut his eyes. They have to find her... Please find her...