Hello Everyone This is chapter Seven (obviously)
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QUESTION: What does "Priming the Pump" mean?
(~/Roy\~)
"Hello? Ms. Rockbell? Alphonse?" I called out worriedly, looking around the entrance before quickly kicking the door shut.
"Well Edward, looks like they went out for a bit or something…Edward?"
I gently shook him, with a small grunt he tilted his head up. Brightly flushed cheeks and fever glazed eyes stared back at me.
"Shit, Ed!"
I kicked off my boots and ran him over to the couch. After laying him down, my eyes searched the room for the heater. Finding it I raced to it and pushed it close to the couch. Moving the coffee table in the process, so there would be more walking room.
I then went to the kitchen, turning the tap on warm and lighting a few candles before placing a bowl underneath the faucet.
Edward began to call my name while I was upstairs lighting a few more candles in different rooms; power temporarily out.
"Hang on just a minute Ed!" I shouted as I came down the stairs, starting to look for towels.
I looked towards the operation room, before darting inside. Once in I was a whole stack of fresh white towels.
I threw a few onto my arm before running back to the kitchen for the bowl, and then returned to Edward.
Setting the bowl and towels side by side on the table, before sitting myself on the edge of it closer to Ed's head.
"Roy?" Ed's voice cracked in the middle of saying my name.
"Yes Ed? I'm here."
"W-where's Al?"
"He probably left a note for us. I'll go check after I get you settled in."
Edward seemed rather content with the answer.
I then proceeded to take off his wet jacket and jeans to have access to the skin around the automail.
Dipping a towel into the nuke warm water, wringing it out and I placed it carefully on his leg a top the irritated red skin.
Edward gasped at the contact.
I did the same with the next towel, but this time on his shoulder.
He gasped again.
Is it so wrong that I'm getting turned on by the innocent noises he's making?
Yeah…it probably is…
I continued the process with the third cloth having to shift to get rid of the uncomfortable bulge. Leaning over Ed to reach his forehead, when he reached out to me, grabbing my right arm with his left.
"Roy," Ed's voice broke through my perverted thoughts, "Where's Al?"
I frowned, "I told you, he's-"
I stopped my self, remembering his fever hazed mind.
"I'll go check for the note."
With that I left Ed resting on the couch.
I poked my head into the kitchen and saw paper on the floor.
It must have flown off the table when I was rushing to get back to Ed.
Walking over to it I picked it up, before walking to the candlelit table.
It read:
'Dear Mr. Mustang/Brother,
I have to write this quick before Winry impales my head.
Winry is taking me to Rush Valley as a punishment for wrecking her room. (Den's fault, I got blamed for it!)
Den and Granny are in Lambsear, Den needed a check up and vaccinations. The vet here was out of town.
I'm sorry I wasn't there to pick you guys up. Winry isn't giving me a choice.
We hope to be back soon, I'll call as soon as we get a hotel.
~Alphonse
After finishing the messy letter I returned to the living room. Momentarily lost in my thoughts.
'Alphonse and the others won't be back for a while…a long while. Especially with this snow storm…oh Gate! How am I supposed to take care of him?!'
"Roy!" A loud, painfully scratchy voice broke through my thoughts.
"Oh, Ed! Sorry, what?"
'How am I supposed to care for him?'
"Where's Al?" 'Right…'
"Winry took him to Rush Valley, he'll call us later. Ms. Rockbell and the dog went to Lambsear for a check up."
Edward began to cough harshly, and I could tell he was having difficulty breathing. I hastily helped him sit up to breathe easier.
After wheezing for a few moments, he muttered thanks. He laid back and I put the cloth back onto his head. His eyes closed; face rosy from the fever and from the coughing fit.
'He's getting worse…' "Edward do you know where the Rockbells' keep medicine?"
He opened his eyes, I was more than shocked. Not only were they completely glazed over from the fever, but they were yellow. A pale yellow, much too much like they had been when I had found him in Lab Three.
"it's in the bathroom cabinet down here. Either top…or bottom shelf, I-I'm not s-sure." He whispered softly wincing as spoke.
I nodded numbly, turning and stumbling toward the bathroom.
Once I got there I put my hands on the sink to steady myself.
Images flashing through my closed eyes that would haunt me.
A gun shot rang in my ears. Ed's ear shattering scream. Finding Edward on the ground bleeding profusely.
I gasped breathlessly, snapping myself out of the horrible memories.
'Medicine, I just need to give him some medicine, then he'll be fine.' I thought, doing my best to reassure myself, as I opened and scanned through the medicine cabinet.
Finding the bottle of fever reducer, I quickly went back to the kitchen, grabbing a glass of water, then I returned to Edward once again.
"Edward?"
He groaned and opened his eyes into little slits.
"Here's the medicine, take it then get some sleep."
"B-but what if Al calls?" He questioned while I helped him sit up.
"I'll take down the number of the place he's at. Then you can call him when you wake up."
He agreed, and took the pills from my one hand, throwing them back into his mouth. Then snatching the glass from my other hand, took a deep swallow of water. Slowly handing back the glass and wiping his mouth as he lay down.
He shivered.
I set the glass down, pulling the thick, white afghan that had been decorating the dark green couch over Ed.
I stood up to leave the room; making sure there was food and basic necessities that we would need; when Ed caught my hand.
Staring at me blearily and tiredly, he asked in a small voice, "Could you s-stay with m-me? J-just till I fall a-asleep?"
I smiled at him, nodded and sat back down on the coffee table.
He closed his eyes, facing me, still holding my hand tight; he snuggled up with the blanket, a small smile on his red, fevered face.
I took the cloth from his head, resoaking it before returning it to Ed.
I stared at him for a few minutes, making sure he was asleep before slowly removing my hand.
'Why do I feel more comfortable when he's asleep?' I thought to myself as I leaned down close to his face, whispering, "I love you."
I was about to kiss his lips…when they moved.
"Yeah, I know."
(~/Edward\~)
Roy quickly jerked himself away from my face and leaned back on the table.
A pout formed on my face.
"W-what do you mean, 'I know'?"
I sighed, wincing slightly as the air burned my throat, "When we were on the train you said-"
"I thought you were asleep!" he gaped.
I frowned at him, closing my eyes and laid my head back, "Does it really matter?"
"W-w-well, m," He coughed and cleared his throat.
"Roy, the couch is hurting my back; can you move me to the guest room?" I ask interrupting him and somewhat changed the subject.
He raised his eyebrow, but nodded. Picking me up, but pausing to wrap me into a cocoon with the blanket.
As he lifted me up, I buried my head in his chest, taking in his scent.
He smelled kind of like the smoke from a bonfire. It was so warm and comforting. The wonderful scent that never left me…
I didn't realize he had gotten me upstairs until I felt Roy lowering me down onto my usual bed.
He was about to let go of me completely, when I grabbed his silk blue shirt tightly.
"Don't go."
I could faintly see Roy smirk in the flickering candlelight, "Wasn't going to."
Roy carefully crawled over me to my armless side. And wrapped his arms around my waist pulling me close to him.
"Go to sleep Edward, you'll feel better in the morning," Roy whispered softly in my ear as I nuzzled my face into him, inhaling the scent that was all Roy. Closing my eyes and allowing Roy's comfortable scent, loving embrace, and slow steady breathing to lull me to sleep.
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