Unshown - FullMetal Alchemist

"Hawkeye. You're with me."

"Yes sir!" Hawkeye turned back to the others. "One of you, call Edward's brother Alphonse!" She then followed after the colonel. She noticed the fabric just as Roy did. "It seems he went this way," she said, gesturing down the street. There were only two ways down this street: the way they'd come and ahead.

Hawkeye nodded and searched, inspecting anything that seemed out of place. There weren't any clues. There wasn't anything out of pplace. Then at last, she saw something strange.

It was well past midnight, almost one in the morning. Nowhere should there be a window lit, even in this disgusting part of town, but there was one. It was a grungy window and boarded up, but one could just barely make out light on the other side if nothing else. "Sir," she whispered, gesturing to it and then to be quiet as she placed her ear against the cracks in the boards.

She could hear sounds of talking. She realized one was the stalker she'd accidentally shot. The other... Edward! She readied her gun and gestured for Mustang to follow her to the seemingly boarded up door. Upon closer inspection, she realized the door wasn't really boarded up, that the nails that would have sealed the entranceway weren't there.

Hawkeye rushed in after Roy, saw what was happening, and acted accordingly. She grabbed Roy, threw him back, interrupting his alchemy, raised her gun, and shot the bastard in the leg, making it so the killer couldn't flee nor cause any more trouble for them. "Colonel! Cauterize Ed's wound! I'll take care of this guy."

She walked over and roughly yanked the man's arms behind his back and put them in cuffs just as Armstrong and Breda entered. "Took you long enough," she commented. "Take care of this guy," she said to Armstrong. "Breda, call an ambulance for Edward."

Roy sat in the waiting room at the hospital. Many people told him to go home and rest, but he refused. He wasn't leaving until he knew Ed was in the clear. He was bleeding so much. Roy's hands shook as he held them together and leaned his chin onhis knuckles. "Be okay, be okay, be okay." He kept hoping. He never knew he had such desperation for someone to live in his entire life. He usually never cared, but this time it was Edward who was hurt. Ed was different. Roy didn't know why.

"He'll be fine," Riza said, holding out a cup of coffee for the colonel. She nodded to Al, sitting next to them. "See? Al's not worried at all." Of course, he was just sitting quietly and unmoving. If he had a face to make expressions with or seem tired, he would probably look just like Mustang did now. It was really just an excuse to calm him down.

Roy followed Alphonse up to the doorway of Ed's hospital room. He didn't go in though, he stayed right at the doorway, just glancing inside to see Ed on the bed. He just needed to see the boy's face. He turned on his feet, and yawned. He'd come back the next day, but for now he wanted to get home and sleep.

Riza walked silently after Roy, knowing he didn't want to talk right now. Once Roy saw that Edward still alive and breathing, she stepped aside to allow Mustang to walk past. "Wait at the car, sir," she whispered, not trusting him to drive himself. He was a bad driver, even on good days.

She then stepped inside, told Al to call them if Edward's condition changed, then went after Mustang.

"It wasn't your fault," Riza stated, opening the car door for Mustang. "Edward wouldn't listen to reason and rushed in on his own." Her face softened. "Let me take you home. You look exhausted."

"I feel exhausted." Roy said, taking his seat inside Riza's car. As he drove him back to his home, he leaned his head against the cold glass window. What time is it anyways? He checked his alchemist pocket watch. It was already the next day, past midnight, and he had to work the next day. Without even realizing it, Roy dozed off in the car.

After dropping Mustang off at his house, Riza went home to her own and slept soundly for the rest of the night. When morning came, she drove back to Mustang's house, dragged him to work, then set to doing all the things she usually did, which took up the rest of the morning.

When lunch break came around, Riza tapped Mustang on the head, for he'd fallen asleep as he usually did while working. "Sir, it's time for lunch," she stated. "Would you like to check up on Edward?"

Little did Mustang know that Riza had already caught on. "Sir, you ought to just tell him," she said, driving them both to the hospital. "It's so obvious, I'm amazed he hasn't figured it out yet." Of course, Roy was just as clueless when it came to Edward's feelings.