A/n: Okay, the first in my 42 drabble "The Meaning of Life, the Universe, and Everything Drabbles". If you don't get the 42 thing, than you need to read The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy and beg me for forgiveness because Douglas Adams is teh awesome, even if he is dead. Anyhoo... on to the drabble-ness.
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#1: Ankle
Roy was in bed. On a Monday morning. Not an unusual situation on most Mondays. Except this morning, Hawkeye-chuui was there. In his bedroom. Though not exactly as close to him as he would've generally preferred. She walked back over to his bedside, carrying an ice pack and a bandage.
"Taisa, let me see it."
"Hawkeye, it will be fine."
"Sir, I must insist. It'll only get worse if it's not cared for properly."
He sighed, and waited for a moment, just to make sure she wasn't going to change her mind. When she didn't move or say anything more, he obediently pulled back the covers, wincing a bit. His ankle was twice its normal size and was a rather interesting shade of blue-purple.
"Oh, Roy..." Riza sighed.
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A/n: Yes, I'm back again. Don't bother to tell me the beginning of this is sentence fragments and that I need to brush up on my grammar. I wrote it that way for emphasis.