Perhaps the janitor's closet wasn't really the most logical place to hide, but it was the first place Edward thought of, and perhaps no one would find him there. An hour or so has passed since his sanity had cracked down the middle, and his heavy breathing was evidence that he was still trying to recover from the fact that, yes, he is in Roy Mustang's body and, no, he cannot remember how the hell it happened nor why.

He had long since shed the blue military coat and now sat between the brooms and the mops and the buckets with the sleeves of the white collared shirt he wore rolled up in an attempt to cool down his body. That's not the main reason, though. Edward was currently massaging his right arm, amazed and strangely thrilled at the familiar yet foreign sensations being sent up to brain telling him that the arm was for real. He leaned forward and grasped his left boot to tug it off, but changed his mind and rested against the wall once more. It would be a little awkward for him to be playing with his toes, even if he was excited that he had real blood-pulsing limbs.

He lifted his right hand once more and fingered the lines on his palm before frowning and slamming it onto the ground. "No!" he practically yelled. "What am I doing? This isn't my body, so why am I marveling over it as if it was my own?" He slammed his fist against the wall. "Dammit!" He jumped when the door opened and light from the hallway outside flooded into the small closet.

"You know, Colonel," Havoc said, his currently-unlit cigarette wiggling along with the movement of his mouth, "you shouldn't be making so much noise when you're playing a game of hide and seek." Ed slapped a hand on his forehead as Havoc turned around and yelled, "Found him!"

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Hawkeye crossed her legs as she flipped another page in the book she was reading. Every so often she would peek up from the sentence she was reading to check on the Colonel, and every time she would see the same thing: "Roy" sitting on the examination bed with his arms crossed and his legs swinging forward and back. His posture was slouched, and the way he had his eyebrows furrowed and his lower lip jutted out, he looked like he held Edward's familiar I-don't-wanna-be-here pout.

With a sigh, Hawkeye lowered her book and looked up at Ed. "Sir, please act more mature." Ed just "humphed!" and diverted his attention towards the wall.

It had taken a great deal of effort to get the "colonel" under control, and only after having a gun held to his head and getting a friendly threat by "his" lieutenant did Edward finally cooperate and get dragged to the military hospital for a check up. They had been sitting in that room for a good half hour before he groaned and jumped off the bed.

"That's it, I'm outta here," he grumbled, but before he could take a step, he heard a click and he was staring face-to-face with the barrel of a gun.

"Colonel. Sit." Edward nodded, his body tense, before scooting back onto the bed. Riza did a fancy spin with the gun on her finger before shoving it back into her holster and sitting down once more, opening the book to where she had marked a page with her finger.

Finally, a doctor came in with a smile on his face. Edward thought it was a creepy smile. He was an old man with a receding hairline, a walrus mustache, a pair of round glasses that magnified his brown eyes tenfold, and white hair with grey speckles.

"Good day, Mr. Mustang," the doctor said, his voice rough and sandpaper-sounding. "My name is Doctor Jazieble." He had a funny accent that involved his "R"s being flipped, and that, along with how his mustache wiggles when he talks, made Ed snort with laughter, and he received a warning glare from Riza. "So, what be the problem?"

"Colonel Mustang has a cold," Hawkeye said immediately.

"No I don't! I feel fine." Edward crossed his arms and pouted once more.

Riza pretended to not hear him and continued. "And I believe it is very bad because he has a memory problem." She closed her book shut and looked up at "Roy." "He believes that he is someone else."

Edward opened his mouth to retort, but he had a thermometer shoved in instead. "Oh, really? And who does he think he is?"

"Edward Elric." Riza ignored the glare she received.

"I am Edward Elric!" he exclaimed, the thermometer threatening to fall off of his lips.

"Sure you are, Colonel Roy," the doctor said as he snatched the thermometer before it had a chance to tumble to the ground. "Ah, 101 degrees Fahrenheit. He is quite sick, ya."

"I'm fine, see!" Edward jumped of the bed, but he felt dizzy from the sudden movement and he collapsed back onto the bed, his hand clutching his stomach. "Perfectly…fine…"

"Yes, yes, I see…" The doctor pulled out his clipboard and wrote something on it. "Now, take of your shirt."

Edward looked like he was really going to be sick. "What?!"

"I need to check your heart rate and breathing." The old man waved his hand. "Now come on, chop chop."

Ed looked at Riza, who gave him a warning look in return, before unbuttoning his white shirt and slipping it off. He shivered at the sudden exposure to the cold air, and he threw his arms around himself. "Can we make this quick?! I'm freezing!"

"Oy, let's not rush." The doctor pulled his stethoscope from around his neck and plugged the earpieces into his ears while placing the diaphragm onto Ed's back, who shuddered at how cold it felt. "Now, take a deep breath."

Wanting to get the appointment over with, Edward did as told, and as soon as his heartbeat was checked, the doctor let the stethoscope rest around his shoulders and jotted something down onto his clipboard. "His breathing is slightly irregular, but otherwise, his lungs and heart sound like they're in good shape." Ed opened his mouth to say something, but instead had something stuck in his mouth again, this time a tongue depressor. He nearly gagged when the wooden stick almost touched his uvula. "His throat isn't very swollen, either."

"Hee! I' hine!" Ed managed to say as the doctor continued to examine his throat.

"All seems well." He tossed the tongue depressor into the waste basket before grabbing the otoscope and preparing to check his patient's ears. "Tilt your head to the side please." Ed did so, and the tip of the medical device was poked into his ear. "So, Colonel, have you had any uncontrollable coughs?"

Ed raised an eyebrow. The doc just cleared his throat as okay, and he was asking about coughing? "No."

"Ah, I see. Any earaches?"

"Nope."

"Mmhm." Doc tilted the "colonel's" head to the other side and examined his other ear. "How about diarrhea, uncontrollable sneezing, or trouble breathing?"

"No, no, and no."

"Nausea, headaches, or moments of lightheadedness?"

Ed thought for a moment. "Yes to the headache and lightheadedness, and hell yeah to the nausea…"

"Any vomiting?"

"I…guess…" Edward looked at Riza, who nodded. "Yeah."

"Okay, then, Colonel." Doctor Jazieble shut off the otoscope and put it aside. "It seems he has a fever. It is possible that he has a minor infection, and the sudden rise in temperature is just the body's way of fighting it off."

Yeah, I already know that, genius, Ed thought as he pulled his arms through the sleeves of his shirt.

"All you need is an immunization and you're free to go."

Ed froze. "Immu…nization…?"

"Yep." The doctor picked up a hypoallergenic needle that was somehow magically sitting on the counter and popped the cap off. "Just a little prick and you're done."

Ed shook his head. "No, you're not getting that thing near me."

From the corner of his eye, he could see Hawkeye standing up with a raised eyebrow. "What's wrong, Colonel? I've never seen you this intimidated by a needle."

"Because I'm not Colonel Bastard!" Ed practically screamed, and he jumped off the bed. "See! I can prove it!" Clapping his hands together, Ed placed his hands against the wall…

And nothing happened.

He stared blankly at the wall before clapping his hands together again and slammed them on the wall, and again nothing happened. He smacked his hands a few times on the whitewashed concrete. "Why isn't it working?!"

A familiar click and once more Riza had her gun pointed at Edward. "Roy, stop trying to knock down the wall and take the shot already." She was sounding strict as usual, but there was a hint of worry in her tone.

"I'm not Roy! And I won't have a needle stabbed into my body if my life depended on it!"

The two bickered for a little bit until they heard the doctor say: "Done! Now you're free to go!"

While Edward gave the doctor a blank stare, Riza regained her composure and cleared her throat. "Thank you, Doctor Jazieble."

The doctor nodded. "You are very welcome, Lieutenant Hawkeye. If his symptoms become worse, just come by and give me a visit again. Oh, and by the way," he added as Edward slipped into his shirt and followed Riza out the door, "I suggest taking the colonel to a psychiatrist. He's in desperate need of one."

While Ed gave the old man a death glare, Riza nodded. "Thank you, Sir. I will take him to one immediately." She grabbed Ed's sleeve and left the room.

Ed rubbed his arm where the shot was taken (now that he noticed it, the spot on his upper arm was feeling a little sore). Halfway down the hallway, he muttered, "I don't need no psychiatrist. I'm not crazy."

"I am not saying that you are crazy," Riza informed him. "You are just mentally distressed." She let his sleeve go, and she realized a split second later that she shouldn't have. The moment her grasp had loosened, he was flying down the hallway.

"I don't need no crazy doctor!" he called as he reached the lobby. He spotted the exit and smiled. Perhaps he could find his brother out there somewhere, and knowing himself and that giant suit of armor, they'd most likely stay in some hotel not too far from where the previous day's mission was completed. If he was in Roy's body, then Colonel Bastard is most likely in his body. He finds Alphonse, then he'll finds Roy. It's almost as easy as a simple math equation.

But, he didn't think about the fact that he was sick, and that because of the short time being in the taller and heavier, he underestimated his vault over one of the couches in the waiting room. Before he knew it, he found himself doing a flip when his foot got caught on the back of it and he landed with a dull thud on the plush carpet. As he pushed himself onto his elbows, the world still felt like it was spinning.

"Sir! Are you okay?" Edward jumped up to a crouching position, about to give Lieutenant Hawkeye a smart remark, but a wave of nausea overtook him and he fell onto his hands and knees.

"Agh, I think I'm going to be sick…" he muttered, and he placed a hand over his mouth as his body convulsed and the all-too-familiar taste of bile washed into his mouth.

Yep, there we go people. Chapter two. I want to thank my friend Dragon-Tsuki for the doctor's retarded name since I didn't feel like making one up for him myself. Sorry for any mistakes and for the fact that it was rushed. I was kinda in a hurry to get it done. I would've have Roy's POV in, but I didn't feel like working on this chapter anymore, and plus I need to think of stuff that he'll do and stuff. Yepyep. Thanks for reading.

Please leave a review and tell me what you think. :3 And don't be afraid to tell me anything that I'll need to fix or work on. It'll only help me become a better writer. -hearts-