I am not an awesome cow. Therefore, I don't own FMA.
He took a deep breath before pushing open the door to that white room, as he always did.
He had to prepare himself to see his beloved lieutenant in her current state.
She crouched on the white bed, a pillow hugged to her chest as she traced invisible patterns and shapes on the walls with a fingertip. He forced a smile on his face.
"Hey. How was your day today?"
She turned, then a smile spread across her face. God, he'd always wanted her to smile at him like that. Always. But not like this.
"Roy," she said, her words slurring slightly. "You came again."
"I said I would, didn't I?" he pulled up a white plastic chair and sat down, facing her. She kept the pillow clutched to her chest as she began talking to him. He smiled and nodded in all the right places, giving her the reactions she wanted, even though he wasn't really listening.
He couldn't help thinking of his lieutenant, his bodyguard, before this happened.
Maybe he should have expected this, after all.
There's only so much a person can take, and lord knows, she'd had far more hardships than nearly anyone else.
Still, he'd never thought she'd break, not like this.
Her chatter had slowly faded out, and she was now running her fingers over the white sheets, murmuring to herself.
"Hm? What's wrong?"
"Am I missing something?" She turned to face him, her caramel eyes, once so intelligent and sharp but now dulled and nearly blank landing on his face.
"What do you mean?"
"It feels like something's lost," she said, stroking her hair anxiously. "Like I'm missing part of me, like something's wrong. Like I'm not right," she stressed, fear in her voice.
He wasn't a softie, but his heart broke a little as she spoke.
She was trying to come back to him. His loyal subordinate, the one he trusted with his back, was trying so hard to return.
"Will you help me find it? You'll make me right again?"
"Of course," he whispered, gathering her into his arms. She still smelled like herself—that same mix of sunshine, honey, oranges and the faintest wisp of gunpowder and lead. Even all this time in a place that smells like antiseptic hadn't changed that.
"It's what I'm here for, Riza."
I'M SORRY! I know there's so many stories I should be working on right now, but this plot bunny grabbed me and wouldn't leave me alone! I hope you enjoyed it, though!