First Day, X Rays
Author: MoonStarDutchess
Part 3: A Whole New Mark
Disclaimer: I don't own Fullmetal Alchemist and gain no profit from this fanfiction. However, I do own my idea (and OC's if any are present) so no touching those without permission.
A Whole New Mark
Riza drank the large cup of black coffee without taking a single breath, paying no mind that it was warm enough to cause a slight burn as it descended her esophagus. For the first time in a long while, she found herself wishing for a shot of the strong whiskey that Roy often drank when he was troubled. While everything went smoothly with the public relations department concerning Roy's stay in the hospital, she couldn't be fully confident that it would remain a secret. If it was released to the public, it would not only be a scar on his reputation but also might worry the general populace. No one wanted to hear that the ruler of the country was injured, especially when the ruler was a man that had brought such good to the people when he was just a mere colonel.
Riza threw the paper cup she held into the trashcan situated beside her before making her way to Roy's room. As soon as she walked through the door, she came face to face with the doctor. "How is he Doctor Bennet?"
"We want to keep him for a few days for monitoring but everything looks to be fine, other than the broken nose of course," he said.
"So nothing else is ... um … fractured?"
"His penis is fine if that's what you are asking," the doctor replied. "Though it will need some rest."
Riza's cheeks turned apple red and a light sheen of sweat appeared on her forehead. "He was concerned," she made sure to say. "As any man would be of course."
"Of course," he said.
Riza coughed awkwardly. "How about the spider bite?"
"Ah, well the good news is that the venom isn't deadly in the slightest. It's not even potent enough to make someone sick."
Riza nodded, "And what's the bad news?" She felt very wary of asking about it but knew she would need to hear it.
Before the doctor could speak, the curtain around Roy's bed swung all the way around to the other side, and stopped with a clang as it came to the end of the curtain rail. Riza turned her gaze to him and nearly choked on her own saliva. The right side of Roy's face was red and swollen, as if he'd gotten in a patch of poison ivy, and it had small white splotches all over it the size of pencil erasers. "The fucking bad news is that I'm allergic to spiders!" he yelled.
"Yes, that's the bad news," the doctor said.
"Yes, I can see how that is bad," Riza said, unable to take her eyes away from Roy. Not only was his face horribly recrudesced but he also had a splint on his nose and it was shoved full of cotton. A part of her mind wondered if they did anything to his manhood but she instantly struck that from her mind.
"Can't you cover this up?" he asked, motioning to the unsightly reaction.
"It would take a very large bandage. We'd have to cover your entire right cheek and forehead," the doctor answered.
"I don't care. It would be a hell of a lot better then having this thing exposed," he folded his arms over his chest in a similar matter that a child would when being stubborn. "It burns when the air hits it and I'm afraid I'm going to lose the battle of scratch verses don't scratch."
"Very well, I'll have a nurse come in with some ointment and bandages," the doctor said and then left the room.
Riza stared at the door for a moment before slowly looking over at Roy. She began approaching a chair at the side of his bed, not sure if she would be welcome there after everything that happened. There was a menacing aura that increased in strength the closer she approached him. She couldn't really blame him if he was furious with her. If she'd been injured that much and in such strange ways, she would really fit her reputation of being a killer psycho bitch.
"Would you just sit down?" Roy snarled, causing Riza to rush to the seat. She folded her hands on her lap and looked down. It was in that moment she realized that she could relate to Havoc and the other's emotions when she threatened them. Forming her mental checklist, she made a note to tone it down a bit.
She began studying the yellow pattern embroidered into the fabric of her long brown skirt. Lieutenant Fields had been kind enough to pick up some clothing for her at her home and bring them to the hospital. She figured Roy would want to go around the hospital if he had to stay for more than a day. It would have been uncomfortable if she had to stay in her uniform the entire time. Not to mention the uniform would gain unwanted attention.
She moved her purse to rest on her lap and took out her brown hairclip. She rested the clip on the table beside her as she began gathering her hair up into her hands. She withheld the urge to jump when Roy's hand moved to rest on top of hers. He offered her a small smile, "Leave it down, that way people won't recognize you. It will be safe just in case the paparazzi decide to come back here."
Riza nodded and let her hair fall out of her hand to rest down on her back, far past her shoulders. She put her clip back in her purse and sat her purse in the table drawer, out of sight. She shivered as his hand reached up and touched a few strands of the golden locks, just as he did when he was recovering from his fight with Bradley. She didn't understand why he was always so fascinated with her hair. Whether it was short, long or medium length, he always found a reason to touch it.
"I'm sorry that I yelled at you," he said. He felt guilty for the words he spoke towards her in the ambulance.
Riza shook her head, "You don't have anything to be sorry for. I'm really screwing things up right now. Some bodyguard I am. I'm causing you more injuries than any enemy has."
"No, you aren't a bad guard and accidents happen."
Riza's eyes broadened and her mouth formed a wide O, "You call what happened accidents?" She couldn't believe he would use such wording to describe the cause of his injuries.
"You didn't hit me with that door intentionally did you?"
"No, of course not."
"You didn't know the door was going to knock me out on our way out right?"
"No, I didn't know."
"You didn't intentionally get your sleeve caught in the zipper of the bag."
"You accused me of trying to castrate you," she replied, her voice descending in volume.
"I didn't mean it. When that part of the male anatomy is involved, we men don't think clearly. I know you weren't trying to do that. Now, that wasn't intentional and I know that you didn't put the spider in the bag."
Riza shuddered. "I hate spiders."
"Yes, so do I."
"I couldn't stop Lieutenant Miyuki from hitting you with the instrument tray in time," Riza said.
"You didn't know she was going to do that either. I mean, who can really predict when one is going to get hit in the face with a metal tray?"
Riza nodded.
"See, if none of it was intentional, then it was an accident."
"I suppose." No matter how much Roy reassured her that it wasn't her fault, she couldn't help but feel guilty for the damage inflicted upon the man she loved.
Roy moved his hand from the strands of hair to rest gently against the side of her face, his grin widening as he felt her smooth skin under his palm. "You know what?"
"What?"
"You look extremely beautiful with your hair down like this." He took great joy in seeing a pink tint appear on her cheeks and the tip of her nose. "It's almost worth getting hurt to see you like this again."
"Don't say something like that," she said.
"I said almost," he joked.
She huffed and grabbed his hand to remove it from her face. He suddenly gripped it tightly and intertwined their fingers. "Though this isn't really the most opportune time or place, I really want to tell you something and I want to tell you today."
"What is it?" she questioned.
Before he could continue, the door opened and the nurse came into the room, clearly happy that she was taking care of the fuehrer. Riza jerked her hand out of his so that the nurse wouldn't see the slight display of affection. She couldn't risk letting rumors spread about a relationship between them. Though it wouldn't be a big issue if there was something going on, more newspaper and magazine articles were the last things Roy needed considering the most recent events.
"I came in to bandage your head, Sir," the nurse said. It seemed like she hopped over to him, her giant breasts bouncing as if she carried water balloons in her bra. Riza noticed Roy's eyes glance at them, a typical action of most men. She looked down at her own and frowned. While her breasts were of a good size, comparing them to the nurses was like comparing ants to elephants: they just didn't measure up.
"The nurse sat down on the bed beside Roy and removed a cotton ball from a canister filled with a light pink substance. Roy turned the recrudesced portion of his face toward her and stared at Riza. He rolled his eyes, causing her to chuckle lightly. She was disappointed when the nurse took hold of his chin and turned his head towards her. She leaned in a bit closer than necessary and began dabbing at the swollen skin. Riza grinded her teeth at the obvious gesture used to take his attention away from her.
"My! You are handsome even with this allergic reaction, Sir," the nurse complemented then giggled. "Oh my, that was forward of me wasn't it?" she said, with fake modesty. Riza grabbed a hold of the arms of her chair and gripped them tightly, pushing back the urge to tear the woman's head off her neck. She hated when women hit on Roy, especially women like her who always tried to break up happy couples. Of course, she and Roy weren't a couple but still… that didn't matter. She interfered in a conversation and it was close enough. She should have more self-respect than to try to take someone else's love intere—boss.
Riza narrowed her eyes and continued to focus completely on the nurse. If she violated a single hospital patient/worker rule, she would be out looking for another job.
She finished putting the medicine on his face and smiled, "There! All done! It should get better in no time." She leaned in and blew on the medicine, puckering her lips a little too much for propriety.
Riza shifted in her seat and reached down to remove the gun from her thigh holster. She grabbed a tissue and began cleaning the shiny silver metal to keep her hands busy. Riza formed a mantra in her head about not tearing the girl into tiny pieces and donating them as food for the lions and tigers at the zoo.
"Now, let's get you bandaged," she said, grabbing a bandage from the cart that she wheeled into the room. She stood and moved her breasts too close to Roy's face as she began a bandage at the back of his head and began wrapping it around his forehead. Riza finally had enough of the nurse's actions and slammed her gun on the table.
Roy turned to look at Riza, his broken nose snipping the woman's boob. She giggled loudly and then slipped, her face falling between his legs.
"Riza! Get her off me!" Roy said, extremely disturbed at the nurses location. Riza stood and grabbed her by the hair, lifting her head out of the position. She pushed the nurse away from Roy roughly. The woman slid on the waxed floor and fell back into a chair.
"I'll take care of him now, you can leave," Riza said, holding the fury out of her tone as best as she could manage.
The nurse stood and raised her chin in defiance, the woman being confident because she was a few inches taller than Riza. She adjusted her breasts and looked at Riza haughtily, "I'm going to finish doing my job and some small breasted, tomboyish harpy won't stop me."
Riza laughed that dangerous laugh that the people of the military had grown to distinguish and fear. It was not a noise of amusement, but of a way to keep her from lashing out at someone. It was one of those severe laughs that warned the person that caused it to cautiously retreat a few paces and run like hell.
"I. . . friendlily. . . suggest you leave this room," Riza said, aiming her caustic glare directly into the nurses eyes, "unless you want to find yourself having those saline filled breasts of yours refilled."
The nurse looked to Roy who seemed to be completely relaxed but very amused at the scene before him. "You are the fuehrer, are you just going to let her talk to people like that?"
"It's not my place to say anything sweetie. She's my bodyguard and responsible for my well-being. If she feels that I am in any danger or injured, it's her responsibility to act to the best of her judgment. I can't tell her otherwise." He wasn't telling the complete truth, he could order Riza to sit down but the scene was just too damned amusing. It was also extremely arousing seeing Riza in such a way; he just hoped that his little friend wouldn't display just how arousing.
"Oh…" the nurse said, her voice clearly displaying her nervousness. "Well, I guess I will just…" she began, slowly inching her way toward the door, "leave." She rushed out the door, now clearly fearful of the other woman in the room.
Riza walked over to the other side of the bed and sat where the nurse was previously sitting. Roy reached up to scratch the side of his face when Riza slapped his hand, "Don't scratch it!"
Roy pouted. "But it itches." His voice came out as a whine, a tone that he only used when she was around.
"Then I'll put some more medicine on it," she said. She removed the unfinished bandage from the top of his head, threw it in the trash, and then removed a cotton ball from the container. She touched his chin gently to hold his head still as she began dabbing the medicine on his face. "I don't have huge breasts of course so if that's a requirement then—"
"Your boobs are small enough that they won't injure me," he said before fully realizing how the comment sounded. She stopped putting on the medicine and raised an eyebrow. "That . . . that's not what I meant! I meant that . . . well. . . I really like your boobs. They're great! Damn it, I mean I know to stare at your boobs more than hers. . . Oh, I'm. . . I'm just going to shut up now."
"Just calm down," Riza said, then laughed as she began her work once more. "You are really impossible sometimes."
Roy smiled slimly and let her work on him. After a while, he slowly raised his left hand to rest on her waist, "I like having you this close."
She threw the cotton ball in the trashcan. "I'm done," she said, trying to avoid responding to his comment. She was at a loss for words on how to reply so she started to pull away from him. Roy's hand tightened on her waist.
"Aren't you going to blow on it and dry it like the nurse?"
"Would you like me to go get her to do that for you?"
"No, I want you to do it," he said.
She leaned in and blew lightly on the medicine, the substance turning white as she did so. "Let's put a bandage on it now," she said, and moved to pull her head away. She was extremely shocked when she felt Roy's hand at the back of her neck, holding her head in its position. "What are you doing?"
"I'm going to kiss you," he said with a smirk.
Riza never thought her heart had the ability to beat as fast as it was because of mere words. Perhaps it was that she wasn't expecting them, or even more likely, it was because of the future actions that the words implied.
"Well? No comment?" he asked, leaning in closer to her.
"What if I don't want you to?" Her voice was raspy and shaking with passionate nervousness.
"Then push me away," he said, his lips so close that they barely brushed hers as they moved.
"I wouldn't push an injured man," she said, and then his lips were on hers. The kiss was slow and seemed to send waves of sensuality coursing through her body. He pulled away and then returned to savor her taste once more. He was mindful of his broken nose and the pain that hitting it could cause but it was only at the back of his mind.
She whimpered as his hands slid to rest at her lower back and pulled her closer, her hands moving up to grip his pajama shirt. When he had to pull away for air, she instantly wanted to draw him back to her lips. The ability to breathe was overrated anyway.
"We…we should get those bandages on your face," she said, and hurried to get them off the cart. Roy just gazed at her as she worked, not speaking a word and letting the tension between them be enough expression. When she finally finished, her eyes met his and her mouth went dry as she saw the look in the pits of onyx. Her body tensed and she wanted, craved for him to speak something to break the silence that had befallen them. When he didn't within a few seconds, she stood. "I…I need some water. I'll be back in a few minutes." He grabbed her wrist and she turned toward him.
"Come here," he said calmly. She bent down. He kissed her gently and then pulled away, "Hurry back."
She nodded and left the room, trying not to stumble as if she was drunk when in a way, she was.
Roy lay back against his pillow and a pleased smile began to form on his lips, creeping up like a burglar upon a rare jewel. "Who needs medicine when I have her?"
AN: Thank you for reading. Hope you enjoyed the chapter and please drop a review if you have the time. Did anything make you lol or cringe?