A/N: Request from The Utterly Fabulous Z. As a side note, the song Lina sings is "Nine in the Afternoon" by Panic! At The Disco. Why did we choose that song? No idea.
Reverse "Sick Day" (Or, The Tables Have Turned)
Edward Elric groaned and burrowed further into the sheets. Nearby, Angeline and Alphonse stood close by and talked in hushed tones, occasionally sending glances Ed's way. Finally, Al nodded and walked out the door, closing it with a soft click behind him. Lina watched the door close, then gave a sigh and made her way to the bed Ed occupied. She pulled up a chair and sat on it backwards, resting her arms on the back.
"Al's getting some medicine for you right now. You okay?"
Her only answer was another groan.
"I'm guessing that's a no."
Ed poked his head out of the covers and glared at her. "I blame you, dammit…"
She gave a shrug. "It's not my fault that Al was smart enough to leave. You should have made him stay behind. It's not like he can get sick."
"Then why didn't you go get the medicine...?"
Lina blinked. "...Oh."
"You're a damn hypocrite."
"Oh, shut up."
There was a small silence before Lina spoke up again. "Sorry for getting you sick, Ed…"
He gave a weak wave of his hand. "I'll get over it. It's just the damn flu."
"Anything I can get you?"
"Just...just stay near me in case I throw up or something, okay?"
Her nose wrinkled up. "Gross."
Another small silence before Lina began quietly humming. She stopped abruptly when she realised Ed was looking at her. "Ah...Sorry."
"No, it's fine."
"It's not…" She looked away, face slightly red. "My voice is crap…"
"...Sing for me?"
She looked surprised. "What? Why? I just told you that my voice is crap."
"I want to hear for myself."
She seemed to have an internal fight before she sighed. "Fine. But this is the only time, okay? And you're not telling Al about this." A deep breath, and she began singing.
"How can I re-" She cut off short, a weird look on her face. "Wait, no. No cliches."
"What?"
She ignored him and changed songs.
"Back to the street where we began
Feeling as good as lovers can, you know
Yeah we're feeling so good
Pickin' up things we shouldn't read
It looks like the end of history as we know
It's just the end of the world
Back to the street where we began
Feeling as good as love, you could, you can
Into a place where thoughts can bloom
Into a room where it's nine in the afternoon-"
"...There's no nine in the afternoon." Ed pointed out. Lina gave him a glare that clearly said, Shut up.
"And we know that it could be
And we know that it should
And you know that you feel it too
'Cause it's nine in the afternoon
And your eyes are the size of the moon
You could 'cause you can so you do
We're feeling so good
just the way that we do
When it's nine in the afternoon
Your eyes are the size of the moon
You could 'cause you can so you do
We're feeling so good."
Another breath.
"Back to the street
Down to our feet
Losing the feeling of feeling unique
Do you know what I mean?
Back to the place
Where we used to say,
"Man, it feels good to feel this way"
Now I know what I mean
Back to the street, back to the place,
Back to the room where it all began,
Back to the room where it all began
'Cause it's nine in the afternoon
Your eyes are the size of the moon
You could 'cause you can so you do
We're feeling so good
Just the way that we do
When it's nine in the afternoon
Your eyes are the size of the moon
You could 'cause you can so you do
We're feeling so good
Just the way that we do
When it's nine in the afternoon…"
Lina's voice trailed off. For a second, there was silence. Then Ed spoke up, his voice slightly raspy. "You're right. Your voice is crap."
"Oh, shut the hell up!"