"Hey Roy."
The General looked up from a small pile of papers (much smaller than the usual one) and saw Ed standing in he doorway.
"Yes, Fullmetal?" He asked, almost concerned. I don't remember when he last called me by my first name...
After a moments' glance, Roy had a reason to be concerned. Ed's face had a slight flush, and his normally bright eyes had a dull, glassy gleam to them.
"Ed, are you okay?" He asked, setting down his pen.
"I guess not," He said, not sounding confident in his conclusion, "I'm being threatened by Ms. Riza, who says I need to go home, so I'm just gonna go before she kills me. I'm sick."
"Are you sure you should drive?" Roy continued, starting to stand.
Ed rolled his eyes. "I'm fine, I just need some sleep, and I wanted to make sure you knew I came in today, and that I'm not skipping work and--"
His train of thought ended when Roy pressed the back of his hand to Ed's forehead.
"You've got a fever." Roy said accusingly.
Ed brushed his hand away. "I'm fine. It's just a headache."
Roy stared him down for a moment, then said, "I'll drive you home."
"...What?"
Then phone rang. Roy picked it up, greeting it with, "Mustang...Yes, he's in my office, Ms. Riza, and he told me...You tell him, he won't believe me."
Ed was handed the phone, where a voice told him, "No driving! "
The line was promptly dropped, and Ed was left standing with no choice but allowing Roy to drive him home, or face Ms. Riza's wrath.
"You know," Ed noted, staring out the car window, "You'd think that I could take myself home, seeing as I've been driving for two years."
"You'd also think that a nineteen year old would know when to admit he was sick."
Ed huffed, glaring out the window. Roy flicked his eyes at Ed, noticing his face seemed redder, and wondered if his fever had gotten higher.
Upon arriving at Ed's apartment, Ed got out. Then rolled his eyes when Roy did too.
"I'm home, I'm not going back to work, I don't need to be babysat." He said, turning to confront Roy, and was startled that Roy was directly behind him. Like directly behind, as in turned, and suddenly he noticed that Roy was wearing cologne.
" Humor me." Roy said, smirking. "Ms. Riza will leave me alone the rest of the day."
Ed just turned and started into his apartment, when he suddenly remember something;
His apartment was at the top of a flight or two of stairs.
"Great."
Ed started the assent, taking an amount of time that seemed slow but wasn't. He kept thinking to himself 'see, not sick' but said nothing. He had almost made it to the top when he slipped.
He managed to catch himself, but his arms (both are flesh now) felt weak and were about to give out when an arm reached around him waist and pulled him upright. Ed turned, seeing Roy once again directly behind him, his arm supporting Ed.
"Glad I came yet?" He asked, smirking.
Ed just humphed and turned, taking the rest of the stairs quickly and unlocking his door, now painfully aware of Roy's footsteps behind him. Once his door was open, he turned again.
"There; I'm at my apartment, I didn't fall down the stairs, now will you leave?" He asked frustrated.
Roy nodded, his smirk a bit more obvious now. "Ms. Riza will probably call soon. You've been warned, go to sleep. Don't answer the phone, don't answer the door."
Ed rolled his eyes, closing the door. "Good bye, Roy!" He yelled, walking away.
Roy smiled. "Good night, Ed."