"Achoo!"

Alphonse looked down at his brother and sighed. "Are you sure you're feeling ok?" he asked.

"Look Al, I dold you. It's just a little head co-Achoo!"

Alphonse raised a non existent eyebrow, and tried to scrutinize his brother as best he could. Edward's hair was in a large tangled mess and dark rings were under his eyes. His skin looked pale and sickly.

"Jeez, brother you look awful."

"Doh I do dot, I'm just dired." Ed grumbled crossing his arms. Al sighed and rubbed his head.

"Why did you stay up all night with the window open?" Alphonse lectured.

"I didn't dow it was going due rain!" Edward retorted.

"Your lucky you didn't catch a flu." Alphonse chided.

"Yeah yeah..."

The suit of armor and the small state alchemist were walking down the streets of central on their way to meet with Colonel Mustang. The whole way there Edward sneezed and complained about having to go report to that good for nothing colonel and the giant pile of paper work he was going to have to file.

"If you don't want to do it brother, you could just call and say you're sick. I'm sure Mustang would understand."

"I dold you Al! I'm fine!"

Alphonse's red orbs narrowed, "When we do get home you should take a nap or something to make up for all that sleep you lost."

"Whadever..." Ed sniffed.

It appeared Alphonse wasn't the only one who was seriously doubting Ed's claims of being fine.

"Yo chief, you feeling ok? You're not lookin' so good." Breda observed as he watched Ed file his paper work.

"For de last dime, I'M FINE!" Ed yelled. He turned around only to be grabbed by Havoc.

"HEY! PUT BME DOWN!"

Havoc pressed his hand on Ed's forehead. "Yep that's a fever."

"LET GO OF BME!"

"Ok fine chief." Havoc simirked rolling his eyes and dropping Ed.

"Hey Ed," Fury smiled from the other side of the room. "If you don't feel well you can go home and we'll file those papers for you."

Ed sighed. "Nah, dats ok. I'll dake care of it." He sniffled. He gathered up his report and made his way into Mustang's office.

Mustang looked up from his paper work when he heard Edward knock. "Ah Fullmetal I was-"

Mustang stopped and gave Ed a once over, then frowned.

"Head Cold..." Ed muttered.

"I see..." Mustang continued to frown. Hawkeye was also giving Ed worried glances. "So, about your report,"

"Right here..." Ed held up the little folder and handed it to Roy. "I have all the details about dose derrorists we dook down last week." He explained. "Everyding you deed to dow should be in dere."

"Great..."

Ed glared at Mustang. His superior looked genuinely concerned, which annoyed Ed even more.

"You sure you're feeling-"

"YES I AM FINE!" Ed screamed, causing himself to double over in a coughing fit.

"That answers my question..." Mustang remarked. "Now why don't you go home and get some rest, come on back when you're feeling better."

"Urghh..." Ed growled. "Look I'm fine! You don't deed to sed bme home."

"Oh it's not you I'm worried about." Mustang explained. He reached down into his desk and pulled on a germ mask. "The last thing I need right now is to get sick, so please comeback when you're healthy."

"WHY YOU!"

"Uh...Fullmetal?" Riza piped in. "You have some snot right there..." She pointed to her nose. She handed him a box of kleenex.

Edward glared before blowing his nose.

"Dank you Lieutenant..." he muttered.

"I told you so brother..."

"Oh shut up..." Ed grumbled. He started coughing again and Alphonse had to stop and wait for him to catch his breath.

"Maybe we should call a doctor or something..." Al suggested.

"It's ok, I just deed a good dights sleep and I'll be fine."

"Ok..." Al said, but he wasn't convinced.

When the two got home, Ed pulled off his jacket and was dead asleep before Alphonse could even get in the door.

"Really Brother?" Alphonse whispered as his brother snored away. "You make all that fuss and then you fall asleep." He shook his big metal head and went into the kitchen.

"I wonder if brother will want soup or something for when he wakes up..." Alphonse pondered. He rummaged around some of the cabinets and found a few potatoes and some other vegetables. "Looks like I have enough here to make some stew, I just need some milk."

Being a giant hollow suit of armor with no digestive system of his own, the responsibility of making sure Edward was fed, fell to Al. While his older brother took care of their expenses, train tickets, places to stay, and basically everything else related to getting their bodies back, Alphonse took it upon himself to look after Ed's personal well being. He was always so busy he never remembered anything important, so Alphonse took care of things like the grocery shopping.

Alphonse peeked inside Ed's room. He was still fast asleep. "I'll just run out real fast and then come back." Al decided. "He'll probably sleep the whole time seeing how tired he is."

Alphonse took Ed's pocket watch and headed out towards the market.

"Yes could I have some milk please?"

"Of course," The young girl running the shop smiled. She rummaged around back and then handed Alphonse a glass bottle of milk. "Is that all?"

"Actually," Alphonse asked. "Do you have anything that's good for colds?"

"I have some tea and honey would that work?"

Alphonse remembered when his mother had been ill. Granny Pinako had come over with tea, and it always left Trisha feeling better.

"Yes that would be great, just put it on my tab." Alphonse explained, holding up the silver pocket watch.

"Come again Mr. Fullmetal Alchemist."

"Heh heh, right..." Alphonse laughed, not feeling like explaining the girl's mistake. He hurried home clutching the groceries to his chest. When he got there he was pleased to see that Ed had indeed slept through his entire outing.

"Now lets see...how do you make stew..." Alphonse thought as he pulled out a pot and began boiling water.

A few hours later Alphonse was stirring a complete pot of stew, and the tea was coming along nicely too. At least he thought it was, it wasn't as if he could bend over and smell it, or give it a taste test. He took it off the stove and poured it into a bowl and placed a cup of tea next to it. He loaded the whole meal onto a tray before making his way to Ed's room.

Alphonse knocked on Edward's door.

"Hey brother, how are you feeling?"

Ed moaned and then turned over and continued to snore. He sounded terrible, his voice was raspy and dry sounding.

"Hey are you ok?" Alphonse asked. He bent over to get a better look at Edward. He gasped.

Edward's cheeks were red with fever, and the rest of his body was flushed and clammy. His breath was coming out in little wheezes.

"I knew you were sick"

"I feel awful..." Ed moaned.

"I'm calling the doctor."

"No it's ok, I'll be fine."

"Brother, shut up and drink your tea." Al snapped handing Ed the tea cup.

"You made me tea?"

"...And stew but that's not important now." Al panicked as he picked up the phone and called the hospital.

"It tastes good..." Ed mumbled as he sipped the tea.

Alphonse looked at Ed. "You like it?"

"Yeah it's good..."

"..."

"What?"

"...Wow you're really sick..."

Ed did his best to glare. "Jerk..."

Author's Note: If you can't understand what Ed's saying, try reading it out loud and you'll get it. His nose is stuffed up if you're wondering why I wrote it weird.