Roy's storyChristmas present for my friend Kalia.
"Hurry! Take that man to emergency surgery!" Doctors yelled from outside Roy Mustang's open door to his hospital room. He heard footsteps run past his room and on down the hall with the squeeking wheels of a stretcher. He touched the gauze wrapped around his sightless eyes, but he could see his memories all too clearly, of how he became blind.
New footsteps came from the hall and into his bedroom. They stopped a few feet from his bed. "Can I help you with something," he asked. Roy didn't like visitors these days.
"Hi there General," came a woman's voice. "How are you doing?"
"What do you want," Roy asked almost too harshly.
The woman sighed. "A close friend of yours asked me to stop by. Her and I are friends too so I couldn't say no."
"I don't want any company, so please go away."
A grim look crossed her face and she took a seat in the chair next to his bed. "I'm not going to leave. A dear friend asked me to keep you company."