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Roy Mustang had been looking forward to a quiet day. Roy Mustang should have known better. It started off innocently enough, with the usual mounds of paperwork, but not much else. His office had been quiet, with only Hawkeye poking her head in every once in a while to make sure he wasn’t asleep. He had no debriefings scheduled, no meetings or appointments to attend to. He even briefly entertained the notion of clocking out early. Until he got the phone call from the military hospital. It seemed a certain blond haired-alchemist under his command had been admitted a couple of hours ago with a knife wound. Blond and in the hospital. R