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Hundred Themes RoyAi - 011

Liar


"I'm alright," Roy stubbornly said, looking sullen in his bed.

Riza sighed. "Father refuses to teach you while you're sick. So get well, and stop lying."

"I'm fine."

"Liar."

"Don't call me a liar!" he complained.

The effect was rather ruined, Riza reflected, by the simple fact that his complaint was immediately followed with a coughing fit that shook the very bed he was entrapped in.

She rolled her eyes.

"It's your own fault that you try to break out of the room the moment you're able to drag yourself out of bed," she informed him.

"I won't anymore," he smiled appeasingly. "I promise."

Roy thought he looked pretty convincing.

Riza thought he sucked at lying.

Deciding to humor him -- he wouldn't get far, and he didn't have the right state of mind to wait very long. It would take five minutes, she thought, before he would try to sneak out and get caught by her. Then she's retie him to the bed.

Methodically, she nodded, loosening before entirely removing the straps that kept him tied to the bed. Still holding them, she left the room. In a few minutes, she knew, and he'd attempt to sneak out.

He tried to leave the room, as it turned out, exactly two minutes and sixteen seconds after she had left the room.

Herding the young man inside, the slight blonde sighed. "I told you so. You will not be untied until you get better."

Roy hung his head, and Riza left the room.

Roy tried to leave the hospital bed. He bit a curse back. He felt like hell, and his team was close to shredded back then.

Yelling at Riza didn't help in the slightest, either and... he looked up.

Riza met his eyes squarely. "Keep resting. You'll get better soon enough. Don't rush."

He grimaced weakly at her. "I'm fine," he told her, attempting to sit up on the hospital bed.

"Liar," she informed him, just as he grimaced, the pain making him hurt all over again. He hunched over, telling himself not to scream -- no one knew who the enemies were around here.

She was at his side in a heartbeat, all gentle hands and firm reproaches. She eased him back down carefully down onto the pillows and sheets.

"I told you so," she informed him, a little smugly, just as she had once upon a time, when they were smaller.

"Hawkeye..." he warned her. He didn't need anyone to see their closeness, to label it as one more thing to use against them.

"Sir?" she asked him, her tone completely innocent, stepping back when he was settled and saluting.

Her eyes flashed with something akin to when he'd confronted her when they were younger. She'd put a frog on his bed.

He had been understandably pissed.

She looked vaguely teasing, a small smile lit her face up briefly. "Please don't move, or I'll ask the nurses for full-body restraints."

He couldn't help the small smirk that looked almost boyish on his face. "I will never do it again." He winked.

"Liar," she told him once more, this time batting her eyelashes mockingly at her superior officer, a parody of one of the heavily made-up girls he used to date when he was younger.

"Say what you will, sir, but we both know you're lying."

Bedridden, Roy could only smile ruefully as Riza tucked his sheets more comfortably and left the room briskly.

(The 'Frog Incident' is something that will be fully explained in Prompt 69. Roy doesn't want you to know, so peruse it at your pleasure when it comes out.)