I'm going to go ahead and revise chapter 11. You have no say in the matter, I'm afraid. It sucked.
"I thought Alphonse would be here." Ed stated grumpily as he stirred the bubbling substance Roy couldn't quite identify. Sure, his fridge was fairly sparse, as were his cabinets, but Ed could have at least ordered out, or something. Roy slouched in his chair and replied without raising his head.
"We were going to house Alphonse and Miss Rockbell in the military dorms, but you know Hughes, he would have none of that. Until we find a replacement residence for you two, you will be bouncing around quite a bit." Ed looked at his superior and frowned. Mustang noticed and nodded his head. "Perhaps we could visit for a while." He got up and dialed his telephone. It rang twice before Hughes answered.
"Hughes."
"Hey, it's me."
"Oh. How did Ed take the news that he'd be living with you?"
"Better than I thought. Maybe we underestimate him."
"Maybe we do. Whadja need?"
"Once you have your guests settled in, would it be okay if Ed and I popped over to visit?"
"Of course! You haven't seen Elysia in a few weeks, so it works out just fine!"
"Um…yes. How about after dinner?"
"Sure, Roy. See you then!"
Roy hung up the phone and reclaimed his chair to find a bowl of something in front of him. Roy grimaced, wishing there was a sandwich shop nearby. He glanced up at Ed, who was cleaning up the mess he'd made. While Ed's back was turned, he took a hesitant sip. His eyes widened and he dropped his spoon loudly. Ed turned, curious. He took his seat and took a sip of his own food.
"Don't like it? Sorry, I've never been the best cook." He apologized.
"No Ed, don't be ridiculous! It tastes fantastic!" As to emphasize his point, he began shoveling very enthusiastically. Ed blushed; people didn't compliment him too often. Ed noticed the 'Murse,' as Ed liked to call him, leaning through the doorway trying to smell the stew. Ed smiled and invited him to sit with a wave. He sat down without hesitation and helped himself. They talked for a while, or at least Ed and the orderly did. The Colonel was much too focused on the quite tasty stew.
They had all finished their second, or in Mustang's case, third helping before sitting back in their chairs. Ed was pleased with himself and let his shirt rise up, exposing his stomach. Roy frowned sadly when he saw the ugly stitching in the boy's torso. Ed became self-conscious when he felt Mustang's stare and let his shirt fall back down. Ed grabbed the bowls and stood up. The murse stood to help as well but sprung into action when Ed collapsed. The bowls shattered on the tile and he gripped his torso painfully. He had ripped open the wound on his stomach when he stood. A crimson stripe formed on his white shirt. The two men dragged him into the living room and laid him on the couch. The orderly ripped off Ed's shirt and went to work patching him up again. Roy paced across the room, feeling utterly useless in this situation. The pain had knocked the blond out cold and he was bleeding on his leather couch. The man finished working on Ed and injected him with a bit of morphine.
After a few uneasy minutes, Ed began to stir. The two men rushed over to him and Roy shook his shoulder gently. Ed groaned, seemingly annoyed at being awakened. The orderly smiled and looked at the Colonel. "He's coming around!" Not a second after he said that, a fast popping noise filled their ears. They ducked as bullets splintered the wood of Roy's house. Roy pulled Ed off the couch and onto the floor with them. The murse flipped the coffee table on its side and shielded Edward and himself behind it. Roy ran for the door after he heard a car departing. He made it outside just as the car disappeared around the corner. He cursed to himself and went back inside. It wasn't safe here anymore.
He saw the orderly rummaging through his bag before producing a small pistol. He walked back to the living room and only saw Ed's feet sticking out from behind the coffee table. He approached slowly and before he even saw Ed's face, he was looking down the barrel of his gun. His military instincts kicked in as he swiftly disarmed the boy before he could fire. Ed leapt back and tripped over the couch. Apparently, he was expecting someone else. Roy mused. He knelt down and carefully inspected Ed for any wounds. He was shaking in fright. Roy took Ed's chin and forced him to look him in the face.
"Are you hurt?" he asked softly. Ed's eyes wavered before he shook his head. Mustang sighed and coerced the injured solider back on the couch. Ed bit his flesh fist. Their gaze met once more before Ed broke the connection again.
"I almost killed you…" Ed whispered. Roy now understood why he was so hysterical. He wasn't afraid for his life, he felt guilty for being so trigger-happy. Roy shook his head and laughed.
"Well, that would be a humiliating end for Colonel Roy Mustang, now wouldn't it? Being shot by his subordinate. You have to be careful, Ed. You know that no one will believe you killed me accidentally." He joked. Ed looked up at him, and started laughing. They heard rapid footsteps upstairs and then down the steps. The young man ran in holstering his weapon. "The house is clear, sir. Was Edward injured?" he asked, observing his patient.
"No, just a bit shaken up." Roy replied. Ed leaned back and folded his hands behind his head. "I'm fine! Don't you have some 'murse' stuff to do, or something?" The man sighed. "Sir, please don't call me a 'murse,' it's quite degrading." Ed chuckled and stood.
"Well, what would you like me to call you, then?" he extended his right hand to shake.
"You strike me as an informal man, sir. If you'd like, you can call me Corporal Francis Wagner. Otherwise, my friends just call me Frank." He returned the gesture, smiling.
Ed cracked an evil smile. "Frank, eh? An awfully masculine name for a nurse, don't you think?"