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Re: Past Memories-They Do Come Back and Haunt You (One on One FMA RPG)
Fai:
"I swear, I checked all the hotels in the area. Yup...He didn't check into any of them." Arianna said into the phone and crossing off something on a checkboard. Her bag stood beside her and she smiled, what she was doing was mean...But she was mad.
"Ms.Mitchell, we looked down at the harbor, he's not there." Arianna nodded and half hazardly crossed "harbor" off the list. It crossed her mind blanky to wonder where and what Roy was doing now. Was he still drunk and not notice her bag gone? "Whatever." she thought shrugging as she crossed another place off the list.
Director of Music:
Roy looked everywhere he could think of in his current state, for Arianna. He trudged along, loosening his tie and took of his jacket. The heat was getting to him, and he felt oddly faint. He was loosing conciousness and fast. Finally, a single solution came into his head.
Just check back into the hospital.
That single clear thought propelled him to the hospital steps. He warily opened the doors, gasped, and then lost all conciousness. His body fell foward; his head hitting the tile floor first. Roy Mustang, lay unconcious.
There was a flurry of movement right away as the Colonel fainted. Doctors and nurses hurried to his side to aid them. One of them called Ms.Mitchell.
Fai:
Arianna heard a clutter of movement rush towards the door, and of the doctor's called her name. She rushed over to see what was wrong and took an intake of breath as she saw Roy face down on the floor. She sighed and shook her head rushing back to phone, "Call off the search. He came back to hospital...He's out cold right now so we're not sure. I'll get back to you as soon as I find out." She spoke quickly before hanging up and rushing after Roy and the doctors.
Director of Music:
One of the doctors knelt beside the Colonel and checked his pulse. "We should put him in the Intensive Care Unit! I think he may be in a coma! Hurry!" With the order issued, 2 of the male doctors carried Roy and put him on a stretcher. The doctor who had checked his pulse turned to Arianna.
"He may not make it through ma'am." The doctor said solemnly. "It looks like he was intoxicated and he was already in the hospital. Him running out like this and drinking... god knows how many bottles, and him having the stress disorder and cold is very bad for his heart."
Fai:
"21 bottles of beer to be exact." Arianna told the doctor who looked even more shocked, "Roy's tough, he won't die, not until he reaches his idiotic dream of becoming Furhur." Arianna muttered to no one inparticular, "But he's too stubborn to admit anything is wrong with him. Idiot..." She crossed her arms and leaned against a wall. Don't you care a little bit?
"Not particulary...Not now."
That's a lie.
"Wanna prove it?"
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