((First chapter of March 5, 2007. Huzzah! And certainly not the last, though.))
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X: Doctor
"How ill is he, chief?" Havoc asked when he got there, Armstrong trailing behind. He attempted to peek underneath the cloth that was hiding the chimera, but Roy glared at him.
"Very. And I don't think he'd want to be bothered now." Mustang replied coolly.
"Sure chief. Car's waitin' downstairs."
"Be gentle Major. He's not used to being carried. And I'm afraid of what stress would do to him in this condition."
"Of course colonel." Armstrong said, picking up the wolf. He shuddered and whined but was quickly calmed by Roy.
Armstrong laid the wolf in the back of the car; he coughed harshly while looking up at the strong-arm alchemist with tired, yellow eyes. Said alchemist stroked his ears out of pity, "poor thing." He remarked calmly, switching places with Roy.
Mustang crawled into the car next to the beast. Kimbley laid his head in the Taisa's lap and sighed contently, trying to wag his fluff of a tail. It's to say, he was still too weak.
"You'll get better soon, pup. Don't worry. Just relax and enjoy the ride." He said smiling weakly as he caressed Zolf's soft ears.
"Mustang…why are you here? You were healthy upon your last visit." The doctor said, looking at Roy. His eyes quickly darted to Armstrong and the blanket he was carrying. Was it just him or was that blanket…shivering?
"No. It's not for me, but my…pet." The Flame Alchemist said hesitantly, looking at the baby blue blanket.
"You know I know nothing about animals, Mustang." The doctor said getting ready to close the door but Roy insisted on keeping that entryway open.
"He's not really an animal. Just take a look at him." Roy said, coming into the house, despite the doctor's protests.
"Fine," the doctor said after a while of thinking, "put him on my table. I'll take a look at him." He muttered to himself and lifted the sheet from the chimera.
He coughed and looked up with the doctor with fear. He whined and tried to get away but Roy soon comforted him with soothing words.
He continued whining, but he no longer clawed at the table, trying to get away. But who could blame him? The alchemists that had transformed him wore white lab coats as well and looked a hell of a lot like the doctor.
"Hmm. He has a bad case of the flu. That's about it. Give it a few weeks and he should be as good as new. If he isn't better bring him back." The doctor said, scratching the wolf's ears affectionately. He whined as Armstrong picked him up again.
"Thank you Doctor." Roy said smiling as he led Armstrong out to where Havoc was waiting with the car. He couldn't help but shake the feeling of dread in the pit of his stomach.