Chapter 5
It took less than a week to clear Edward's apartment, but as they moved, Roy noticed that Edward coughed more and more.
As Christmas neared, Roy pleaded with Edward to go to the doctor; but being Edward, he was so stubborn that he refused to take head to Roy's plea.
Roy watched as months passed and Edward's health quickly declined. Three months after Edward started coughing; Edward finally agreed with Roy that he should see a doctor.
Roy took the day off and drove Edward to the hospital.
Once there, the doctor ran tests on Ed and left Edward alone with Roy so he could analyze the test results.
Roy gently held Ed's hand.
Edward smiled softly and squeezed Roy's hand gently. "You always have such cold hands."
Roy nodded. "I know."
"What's wrong?" Ed asked when he noticed his fiancé didn't look sad.
Roy smiled; he didn't want to worry Edward. "Nothing." He said. He watched as Edward subconsciously fiddled with his engagement ring. Roy felt tears in his eyes, he looked away for a second, ashamed that he let his emotions overcome him right here in front of Edward.
The doctor came in and closed the door behind him. "May I speak to Edward alone?" He asked Roy.
Roy nodded and stood, but his hand was grabbed.
"No, I don't want to be alone." Edward whispered.
Roy smiled at the boy and sat down beside him and gave his hand a reassuring squeeze.
"Edward after viewing your results multiple times and running the tests twice, I am sorry to inform you that you have a rare disease that is not even categorized in medical texts. In your medical history it says that you family has a history of suffering with this disease, the last person to suffer was your mother. I am sorry to stay that this disease is terminal."
"T-terminal?" Edward whispered.
"Yes. I estimate 8-9 months, maybe less if you get stressed or injured."
"I will give you some time alone. I am sorry, there is nothing I can do for you." The doctor said and walked out.
Roy watched as tears filled the alchemist's eyes.
Edward looked away from Roy; he didn't like others to see him cry.
"Edward? Will you be…?"
Roy was cut off when Edward hugged him and buried his face into Roy's shirt.
Roy knew Edward was crying; he could feel warm tears seeping through his shirt. Roy gently stroked Ed's golden blonde hair. "Easy, it's alright. I got you, you are fine." Roy gently held Edward as he cried silently. "Edward you will be fine, you are stronger than some puny little illness. You will get over this, you will live. Then we will get married. We will get a real house with a yard, we will get a dog." Roy's eyes filled with tears. "You know that I love dogs, we will adopt a child or babysit for Winry and Alphonse. We will be happy, and I will watch you grow up and become as old as me. I love you Edward. " Little did Roy know that he himself was crying.