Could Be Fatal
by Kaline Reine
Disclaimer: I don't own Fullmetal Alchemist or any of it's characters. It belongs to Hiromu Arakawa.
WARNINGS: Yaoi, slash, Roy/Ed, fluff, smut, adult content, the usual stuff… This is my first FMA fanfic.
He should have known this would happen… Ed knew that eventually, somewhere, at some point, someone was going to go for his left arm instead of his right. That last fight had really bruised him up pretty badly.
And again, he had nothing to show for it. Rumors had spread again about someone having a Philosopher's Stone. He'd gone to see what all the fuss was about, and ended up with deeper wounds than he'd imagined… But he didn't like to think about that. He'd fought, but in the end there was nothing he could do to prevent it. As good as he was, he'd let his guard down when one of the henchmen threatened Al.
Now he was back at headquarters and feeling cornered, as usual, by all the questions…
"A wound like that could be fatal," Roy sounded concerned this time. "You should have your injuries looked at right away. And after that, I think you should find a more suitable place to stay, while you wait for your next assignment."
"I can stay anywhere… And my arm is fine. I'll be alright. Thanks for the concern, but I've got to find-"
"Yes, the stone… I know." The general's eyes narrowed sharply. "You should have sought out medical attention before even thinking of coming here first, Ed. I'll make arrangements, just wait here."
Roy sighed heavily in between his words, indicating that he was pissed. Ed wondered what the big deal was. He'd gotten into plenty of fights with plenty of people before… Why was his superior making such a big deal out of this?
He left to talk to some of his subordinates. He told them to call the hospital, and have a room ready for the Fullmetal Alchemist as soon as possible.
Al was waiting outside. Thankfully, he hadn't been harmed this time. Ed walked past him, seeing the suit of armor move to get up as soon as he passed.
"I'm going to the hospital," He said on his way out, in response to the questions he knew were about to come from his younger brother. "You can wait for me here-"
"I'm coming with you…"
There was never any question in his mind about it. He'd let his brother come with him, if he wanted. Deep down, the young Alchemist knew that everyone was just concerned for him… Even if it was annoying.
"He'll need bedrest for a while," The doctor was saying, after properly treating Ed's wounds. "Something like this could be fatal. Especially if it gets infected… And I recommend that he take some time off from his duties, to allow for the stitches to properly heal."
"Wah? Stitches?" Ed was freaking out now. "I hate needles…" He pouted pitifully.
"We'll use a local anesthetic," The doctor reassured him.
Al was snickering in the background, and Ed didn't waste his chance to growl at him. "Grrr… It's not funny, Al!"
"Calm down," The Colonel was still there? Ed hadn't been paying attention, but suddenly his attention turned to Roy. "It's only a prick."
Ed tried to not let his mind take that the way he wanted to. In his immature attempt at stifling his laughter, he failed to notice what the doctor was doing to his arm…
"What the hell?" He watched as the needle was pulled out. He could feel his arm starting to get tingly and numb already.
"I told you that you'll need stitches."
"You didn't say right now! What's the matter with you? Catching me off guard like that! I thought you said I was supposed to rest!"
"Looks like I'm a pretty good distraction for you," Roy smirked, while Ed continued to rant…
A few nurses came in to help with the stitches. The doctor had it done in a matter of minutes, and now the bleeding had completely stopped. Ed complained the whole time, and if Al had true eyes, he would have rolled them.
"Now…" Roy announced, once the doctor had left the room to get ready to discharge the Alchemist. "There is the matter of where you'll stay while you recover…"
"In my room? Like always?"
"I think you should stay with me."
"What? Why?" The blond shot him a look like he was crazy. "I have a perfectly good room-"
"Nah. You heard what the doctor said," The Colonel gave him his classic puppy-dog-eyes look. The one that made sure he couldn't say no. "Something like this could be fatal. You'll have to have someone who can keep a close eye on you."
"But Alphonse could-"
"Nonsense," Roy chuckled. "Al's going to be busy. He has to watch your room while you're away… Isn't that right, buddy?"
Al just sighed at the pleading look he caught from Roy. "Y-yeah… That's right… I-I guess?" He seemed clueless.
'Something about his logic seems a bit flawed…' Ed decided to play along anyway. "Riiiight…"
"You can't refuse an order from your superior officer, Ed." Lieutenant Havoc came into the room, just at that moment. And already, he felt the need to explain his presence. "I wanted to see how you were doing, after I heard what happene-" He took a look at his arm. "Oh… Wow. Are you okay?"
"It's that bad, huh?" Ed still hadn't noticed how severe it really was.
"What are you really doing here?" Roy eyed the uniform-clad man with suspicion.
"I have orders to give you a message, sir. You're needed at headquarters right away. It's urgent… Something about that man with the scar on his face."
"Scar…" His expression turned serious, all of a sudden. "Yes, I'd better go… Havoc, you escort Edward to my building. He's staying with me until he feels better. I have to make sure he doesn't get himself killed by going out and doing something stupid again."
Ed was outraged, but he tried not to show it.
"Sure…" Havoc was confused. "You can… er, count on me, sir."
Edward sighed… This was going to be a long couple of weeks…
A/N: I hope this was okay… I don't know, this is the first FMA story I've ever done… I hope it doesn't come out too bad. A big thanks to anyone who actually takes the time to read this. XD I have a habit of leaving author notes at the end of every chapter. I'm a bit nervous every time I start something that is totally new like this. So I'll shut up now, and get to work on the next chapter…