I'm continuing on with the themes from before. Yay~

This is a possible scenario I have imagined post the events of 101 :D (so spoilers for 101). It's a little sappy...aha...yes.

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"Any pain?"

"No." Riza Hawkeye turned her head away from the wound on her shoulder as the nurse carefully peeled off the old dressing and inspected the site for signs of infection.

"You're pretty tough, Lieutenant," she sighed, snapping on a pair of gloves and filling a large syringe with saline.

"I've been through worse," Riza said, although she winced as the saline ran through the gash that had just barely missed her neck.

"All finished," the nurse finally announced, taping a new dressing over the wound. "Please call me if you change your mind and want some morphine," she said, frowning as she closed the door behind her.

Riza nodded, even though she knew she would make no such request. She didn't want her mind to be clouded by pain medications, especially now that people had started to whisper that General Armstrong and Colonel Mustang had taken the Fuhrer out of power. If the civilians were catching on to what exactly was causing such a commotion in Central City then surely it meant something big had occurred. Perhaps, she allowed herself to wonder, they won?

The thought sent a pulse of adrenaline through her body, temporarily numbing the throbbing ache in her shoulder.

Someone knocked gently on the door, bringing Riza back to the present. She recognized the rhythm as the code she and Darius had hastily worked out prior to her hospitalization. Although she tried her best to order him back to assist the others, he'd insisted on standing guard outside her room.

"Yes?" she called, straightening her posture and fidgeting with her IV tubing, which had loosely tangled itself around her arm.

Darius poked his head in through the door. "You have a visitor."

"All right," Riza answered, her heart pounding. Although she was both nervous and thrilled at the thought of seeing anyone who could potentially update her to the current situation, there was really only one person she wanted to walk through the door.

When he did, she nearly stopped breathing.

"How are you?" he asked before she could say anything.

"I'm fine," Riza said quickly, finding it extremely difficult to remain seated.

Roy Mustang walked slowly over to her bed, sitting down on the edge and staring down at the sheets before turning his gaze to her.

His eyes startled her; their usual restlessness had been replaced with a quiet sense of calm.

"Colonel," she said, unable to bear the silence, "what happened…?"

"I…it's over," he said, smiling as the weight of those words filled the room. He tilted his head back to look at the ceiling, as if he still didn't fully believe it himself.

Riza tried to speak, but found no words that seemed even remotely acceptable.

"Then you should go back," she finally said, although it was very much the opposite of what she wanted. "There's still work to be done."

"I know," Roy sighed, standing up and straightening his shirt. "But I had to tell you first…otherwise it's not real."

"Please hurry up and heal, Lieutenant," he said as he reached his hand out for the doorknob. "I need you," he added, smiling slightly as he glanced briefly over his shoulder.

"Yes, Colonel," answered Riza, watching his back as it disappeared on the other side of the door.

"Lieutenant?" The nurse caught the door just before it closed, stepping inside and shutting it gently behind her. "I'm just here to check up on you…how are you feeling? Are you sure you aren't in any pain?"

Riza nodded, the most honest response she'd ever given to the nurse's question. "I'm sure."