Sick days are more fun when your playing with fire

Chapter 1 - You look like hell, Hawkeye

Based off the story: Love sick

by: Gundams forever

Riza Hawkeye was normally one of the most alert people in the military with her fast reflexes and sensitive ears that could hear someone at least half a mile away. Today, however, she was less than that. In fact, Riza Hawkeye, called Hawkeye or first leutenent Hawkeye. Hardly ever called by her first name alone. A stuffy head was hard to live with when your rumored to be one of the best sharp shooters around. So was a cough that made her throat feel like someone was using a rake down it. Always on time, exactly on time, if not a tad early. Today, however, she was late. She met Havoc when she came inside, with his cigarette, not yet lit in his mouth. He took one look, and the cigarette fell unnoticed from his thin lips. "Hawkeye! What the hell!" he asked. She gave him a weary look and passed him.

Hawkeye was sick! She was NEVER sick! She looked extraordinarily pale today, her eyes red and watery. He noticed that she wasn't walking straight either, not by a long shot. Hell, her uniform was wrinkled too. Clearly, something was wrong. He shook his head and finally noticed the cigarette that was currently in his mouth before she passed by, looking like hell. She was tired, he could see that, without a matter of a doubt. "Close your mouth, you'll draw flies Havoc." she said wearily.

The other guys she saw had the same looks on thier faces. Fury was leaning against the desk and when she had walked by, his hand that had been supporting him slipped and he ended on the ground. Falman, the most serious officer she had ever met with eyes as thin as his grey-brown hair, was staring at her with wide eyes, and Broch, who was sitting in a chair, fell promptly out of it while stuttering about something 'best-sick." She would have laughed if it wasn't for the fact that she was feeling so bad. She trudged into Mustang's office, as tired as ever.

However, Mustang didn't even appear to notice, being busy on the phone and signing papers by the stack. He yawned and put the phone down, turning to Hawkeye without really looking at her. "Can you finish a few of these for me?" he asked, handing her a stack of papers when Fury came inside with more. Mustang grumbled. "More work still." he murmured and took them from him, working on signingn them all. Finally, he pushed them out of the way around one, tired of looking at them, but not quite finished with all of them. He turned to see Hawkeye still working on the small stack of papers, her hair unusually dull and her body slouched. "Hawkeye?" he said in alarm, and when she turned to face him, he gasped, his dark eyes widening in deep surprise. "Hawkeye, if you were sick, you shouldn't have came in." he said, and she smiled wearily at him.

"Sir, I can handle it. Its nothing really." she said, standing on her wobbling feet. 'Stupid feet, your betraying me again!' she thought and was surprised when the colonel was at her side, holding her up. "No, you are far from being alright." he said, but she pulled away from him. Walking away from him, she reached up into the cabinet for a cup and poured some coffee into her cup. Turning back around, she felt the colonel's eyes still on her. "Colonel, I am fine." she said and returned to her chair, where she nearly fell into. Splashing coffee on her desk, she sighed. A napkin was instantly offered by Mustang. 'Stubborn man!' she thought before taking it and wiping the coffee up with it. Tossing it into the trash can beside her, she got back to work.

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Colonel Mustang watched her. Her state of health right now alarmed him. How had he not noticed it before? It was most definately disturbing. Her eyes, usually clear brown, was now foggy and red around them. She was abnormally pale and she was definantely unsteady on her feet. "Hawkeye." he said and he didn't like the way she looked so tired when she looked up. Hell, she was his best sharpshooter, and he would bet that she couldn't even shoot a tin can that was still and in front of her. "You need to go home. I am ordering you to go home and get some rest." he said. She looked at him and opened her mouth to say something, but he interrupted her, knowing that it was best for her. "That is an ORDER Hawkeye, NOT a suggestion."

She looked at him with anger and pride flashing in her eyes. "Sir, no, I can continue." she said but he shook his head. "Home, now!" he cried. "I don't see how you made it this far. Now go home and get some rest!" he told her and she nodded, knowing that he wouldn't let her have her own way. 'Damned you Roy, I'm fine!' she thought she'd like to add as she stood up, beginning to walk towards the door when she grew very light-headed very fast. She stopped walking and the room began to spin. Round and round, making a strange whirling sound.

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The colonol watched her closely as she stood up and began walking towards the door. 'Stubborn girl!' he thought to himself when she stopped in the middle of the room. Suddenly, she fainted. Mustang was just in time to catch her before she banged her head against the metal desk in his office. "Hawkeye! Hawkeye!" he cried, waving his hand slowly over her eyes. He felt her forehead, and knew then that she had a pretty high temperature. "Havoc!" he cried and Havoc was in the office immediately. He had another unlit cigarette in his mouth when he came in. When he saw her, his eyes widened and looked at the colonel. "What should I do?" he asked. Mustang threw something at him. "Go get my car! Hurry!" he said, having tossed him the keys to his car.

Havoc grabbed the keys and ran for it, the rest of the guys following him. "What's happened?" asked Fury. Balancing the cigarette in his mouth while trying to talk and unlocking the colonel's car was difficult. "Hawkeye fainted. She's very sick. Move guys." he said and backed up to the entrance. Mustang was outside already by the time he backed up and pulled around. Hawkeye was in his arms bridal styled. The men were obviously worried. "My house Havoc." Mustang said shortly and got in, being especcially gentle with her.

He undone the hair piece that kept her hair up, thinking it could help her, letting her pale hair down. "Come on Hawkeye, stay with us now." he said as Havoc drove the way to Mustang's house. "Don't you think you should take her to a hospital?" he asked. Mustang shook his head. "No, she's not that bad off and she can be taken care of at my home. It will be more comfortable too." he said and got out as soon as Havoc pulled in to his house.

Unlocking the door with his keys that Havoc gave him back, he carried her in slowly, careful not to bump her head on anything. Leading her down to his own room, he laid her on the bed. The bed was made of mahogany wood with deep green curtains covering the rich canopy. The same colors were carried throughout the room. He slipped thee covers over her and told Havoc to go back to Central.

"Come on chief, you might need help." he said in a whiny voice, but didn't question anymore when Mustang looked at him. He seemed to be ready to hurl the man outside his home. "Go, now!" he said and Havoc did so. Mustang got a washcloth, soaking it down with cold water and placed it on her forehead. "Come on, Hawkeye." he said softly to her. "Wake up now. Your fine, your safe. Silly girl, you shouldn't have come in today if you were so sick." he said when she coughed.