.A/N: Hiya! Warning: This chapter will be describing Ed's wounds in detail so please if you get uncomfortable stop reading this chapter immediately!

Anyway I hope I can upload a chapter weekly but if I don't upload before Thursday, YELL AT ME!

Each cut on his body told its own story. The two bulging wounds on his back oddly resembled wings, somewhat ironic. It was as if he could just fly away from this world, leaving pain behind! No! I can't give up, people are counting on me! Several other wounds had found a home on his chest or by his face. There was no denying it, he was a literal bloody mess! Luckily the smallest scar was on his forehead, his bangs could just cover it up so people passing wouldn't have to ask questions. Anything's better than everyone seeing a ton of bandages! It was embarrassing. Humiliating.

The crimson liquid boiled down his burning body as a reminder that the road he's on was a painful one.

A sudden wave of warmth flooded through his hand. He tried to open his eyes yet his body wasn't willing to cooperate. He felt comforted by the sudden warmth and a familiar scent wafted around it. For some reason, Ed couldn't make out what the scent was or where he had smelt it before. Who cares, it was his safety blanket and no one could say otherwise! He didn't want the blanket to be taken away from him as if he was a child.

As Roy held the young Alchemist's hand, he noticed that the boy had relaxed a lot more than he expected. Edward looked like a child, poor and defenceless, and Mustang was surprised that he looked younger than his age. At the corner of his eye, he noticed that Hawkeye was crying. Should he go over to comfort her or shall he just stay there and ignore her presence. He got up to leave Ed yet he felt a slight squeeze on his hand. "No... don't go... don't leave me." The injured boy mumbled, almost inaudibly. It broke their hearts to see one of their strongest be so fragile. The colonel sat down again and whispered something to Ed that Hawkeye couldn't hear. "I'll stay here and guard you for as long as you need me." He cringed slightly after realising how cheesy it sounded and his hand was squeezed again as a reply.

He looked at the time. 01:00 pm. It had been 16 hours since he had arrived and had not a single dose of sleep. I'm either too obsessed with the boys safety or he's too possessive over me! He thought about a few things until Ed's doctor barged in the room. "Colonel, You've been here long enough, I need you to go home."

"But what about Ed, he's sort of attached himself onto me!" DAMMIT

"We'll call you if anything happens. Just go home and get some rest!"

Ed protested with quiet mumbles, most of them being comfort, fuck you and shit.

Sadly, Roy left the hospital wing to go home. The lights were harsh and he realised just how tired he was. Dammit I just what to be there for my subordinate.

As the Colonel reached his house, he noticed that the lights were on. That's odd, I don't remember turning them on! He opened his front door with caution, there could be a serial killer there for all he knew. To his surprise, it was a sniper, Hawkeye to be precise. "why are you in my house,."

"I left so you had time alone with Ed and I thought that when you came home I could make some tea. I also need to remind you about your work!"" She replied with an angry undertone. He noticed that she had made some tea, possibly trying to calm her nerves. Mustang scouted across his room to see if anything had moved. To his delight, the tea cup was the only thing.

"I assume you were watching Ed." She tried to brake the silence. Whoop dee doo! Thank you for making that thought come back to my head! Roy wasn't too pleased. "He's still unconscious but the doctor will call me if anything happens. That's why I want to stay here and not at work."

"You still need to do your paperwork and investigations!" Rica argued. It looked like she had prepared the conversation.

"Can't I just work here in my study?" he tried to find a loophole that could allow him to keep and eye on Ed without getting fired.

"How about you ask the führer that yourself!" She was obviously getting annoyed.

"Lieutenant, the is no way to talk to your commanding officer!"

"get some sleep. That's all I ask of you. Please, just get some sleep."

Knowing that his rank couldn't win the argument, he did as he was told. Roy walked up the stairs and to his room. It had a warm theme to it which contradicted the colour scheme of the rest of his home. The bedsheets were a warm fiery brown that matched his bedside lamp. He had a double bed even though it looked grand, it was very uncomfortable.

He laid down and covered his eyes with a pillow as if he were a teenager and groaned. Roy never actually knew how tired he was until he closed his eyes. It was as if a weight had just been lifted from his face. In around five minutes, he was out for the count.

Riza walked in to see her commanding officer spawned across his bed with a pillow held to his face. God, can he even breath like that? It looked very uncomfortable yet when she tried to remove the pillow, Mustang just yanked it back. He was really starting to act like a teenager. The lieutenant found a piece of paper and wrote a note of absence for Roy when he woke up. Shall I start acting like his mother if he continues like this?

An: sorry for being gone for so long! I sorta got caught up with school and the fact that I had no ideas. My sister did inspire me to make Roy act like a teenager in front of Riza so sorry if you didn't like that side of him. I guess I shall start writing the next chapter!

~Eliza