DISCLAIMER: The characters that appear in this story do not belong to me.
The Benefits of Being Blind
A Roy Mustang and Riza Hawkeye One-shot
"Ah, there's my beautiful nurse."
There was elation in Colonel Roy Mustang's voice, and if you looked carefully into the dark pools of his unseeing eyes, you will see that they reflected the same emotion.
"What will we have for lunch today?" He inhaled deep and smiled. "I smell chicken soup and something sweet. Is that apple pie?"
The soft clicking of heeled shoes against the wooden floor indicated that his nurse had not yet settled down in her usual seat. The gentle tugging of his sheets told him that he had made a mess out of his sheets again and that he would have to wait a few more moments before he can eat his meal.
All spoon-fed by his lovely nurse, of course.
Colonel Roy Mustang shut his mouth and concentrated on the other presence in the room. He didn't speak up again until he heard the quiet tinkling of porcelain and utensils by his bedside. "This is my favorite part of the day."
He felt his bed shift to one side as his nurse took a seat beside him on his hospital bed. The hot steam from the soup let him know that he could get badly scalded if he wasn't careful.
"I hope you won't just stuff that into my mouth like you did the other day. I don't think I've recovered fully yet."
"I'll consider not doing that as long as you keep your dirty mouth shut, sir."
"But First Lieutenant, I just wanted you to blow - MMPH MMPH!" Colonel Roy Mustang swallowed hot chicken soup. "Well, at least that was less painful than last time."
Even without the ability of sight, he could see the unimpressed scowl on First Lieutenant Riza Hawkeye's face.
"And I just wanted to ask if you were wearing a - MMPH MMPH!"
But he knew that in a few seconds, he will feel the small smile that will grace her lips.
They continued the meal in companionable silence.
"You'll be back for my next meal?" Colonel Roy Mustang asked. His "nurse" sat beside him in his hospital bed still, seemingly busy with arranging the food tray.
"Only if I'm ordered to."
He felt his bed shift once more as his "nurse" alighted this time. In a rush, the Colonel reached out blindly to wherever he felt his "nurse" was.
"Then I order you to."
"I would gladly accept your order if you will just extract your hand from my breast, sir."
"Oh. Pardon me, First Lieutenant."
"It's still there, sir."
"Oh, is it-"
"Would you like me to take out my firearms?"
"Only if by firearms you mean-"
A click.
"Your semi-automatic pistol."
~FIN