Sorry about the filler last chapter,
My righting wasn't very productive that week,
I thought it would be disgraceful if I didn't post anything, ANYWAY enough of me,
Enjoy : )
"What?"
Roy continued to stare.
"Quit staring at me like that! It's creepy!"
The colonel smiled softly before leaning forward in his chair, head resting in his hands, propped up on his lap.
"I'm sorry Edward, I was just admiring the view" he smirked, knowing the blonde wouldn't like this at all.
"Don't say things like that! Erghh! Its people like you my mother told me to stay away from!"
"Oh?"
Roy left his seat and decided to perch on the edge of the stiff mattress. Ed was trying to shift away, but the white sheets only tangled, making it difficult to move. Roy peeled the sheets from the young teen, who was desperately trying to hide the increasing colour in his cheeks.
"What are you doing?! Get off me you creep!"
Roy lowered his head dangerously close to Ed's, their lips almost touching.
"Wanna see what else this creep can do?"
After a nervous pause from Ed, the colonel sprang back into his chair, just as the doctor decided to make an appearance. The sudden shift in weight on one side of the mattress made Ed flail his arms slightly. The doctor looked at his patient for a moment, deciding if it was too soon to release him. The man tapped his pen lightly on the clipboard present in his hand.
The blonde soon wished he wasn't so jumpy. If he continued acting like this his chances of being released were dramatically declining.
'Great, now he thinks I've got a screw loose! Argh!'
The teen muttered under his breath, a little louder than he intended to. The doctor raised an eyebrow questioningly before pacing over to the bed, stopping when he was level with Roy.
"Mr Elric, before I can release you I'll need to do a brief check up, just making sure we didn't miss anything"
Ed groaned, and slouched against the headboard, making sure Roy saw him exchange a glare. He made a mental note to punish him for making him look like a total nutcase. The colonel couldn't help but display his trademark smirk. It was fun to tease the hot headed teen, he was always keen to see the next amusing reaction.
"I'll need you to sit on the edge of the bed for me"
Edward looked blankly at the man, wondering if he was completely oblivious to his current condition. After waiting a moment for help, which wasn't offered to him, Ed proceeded to unwrap himself from the sheets. At least he tried to.
Many frustrating attempts later, the blonde was exhausted. He hack handedly tried to prop himself up, only to find his arm buckle under the weight. The doctor could see this was going nowhere, and helped the teen sit up.
The man reached into his pocket, retrieving a short rod, and proceeded to poke Ed's limbs, much to the blondes displeasure.
"Hey! Watch where you put that thin- OW!"
Roy found the situation rather amusing, it was clear Ed hated being treated like some sort of experiment.
"What are you smiling at you goddamn- OWW!"
"Your stitched will be sore for a few weeks, try not to touch them"
"Maybe they wouldn't hurt so much if you stopped- OW!"
He doctor prodded the teen once more, and dropped the clipboard into his lap. As Ed's eyes scanned the pages he smiled.
"Finally!" he picked up the pen, but paused when he reached the dotted line. Roy spoke up.
"What's wrong Ed? Not getting attached to this place are you?"
"I'm right handed."
"So- Ah." The colonel looked at the stump that should have been occupied with an arm.
"As long as it's legible it shouldn't matter"
Ed looked up at the doctor, and back to the clipboard. They couldn't wait to get rid of him. He wasn't sure how to hold the pen. After a few minuites of adjusting it in his fingers, he managed to scribble a messy 'Edward Elric'.
"Your writing's very expressive today..."
Ed glared at Roy.
"You ever tried using your left hand?!"
"I'm ambidextrous"
"Yeah, just keep telling yourself that"
Roy smirked.
"Mind you, your handwritings always been lousy"
"Have you tried to hold a pen with metal fingers?"
The raven haired doctor coughed, interrupting both men. He held out a brown paper bag to Roy, who took it, curious of the contents.
"Your medication Mr Elric"
"Thanks..."
For a brief moment the man left the room, only to return with an old looking wheelchair.
"Just remember, don't strain yourself, you don't want to open any stitches"
On that final note he left, leaving an egar Ed to see himself out. Ed looked at the chair, and then to Roy, hoping the man would take the hint and help him out. Not that he wanted help of course...
After a moment, it was clear Ed would have to do this himself. But how? Getting into the chair could cause two things, it could roll away, or he could lose his footing and land in a heap on the floor.
The blonde leaned over to the chair, and was about to make his best effort to hobble across the floor, until a pair of hands seized him by the shoulders.
"What do you think you're doing?"
"Getting in the chair"
"You heard what he said, no straining yourself. You could have asked for some help"
"Yeah? Well I didn't see you offering!"
Roy exhaled, and in a swift but gentle movement, he took Ed into his arms and placed him gently into the chair.
"There, you see? That wasn't so bad was it?"
"Uh.. Roy?"
"Hm?"
"I need to change"
Roy took the hint and waited outside for the blonde to summon him back in. He waited, and waited.
"Ed?"
"What?!" a frustrated sounding cry replied.
"Need any help?"
"From you? I don't think so!"
He couldn't help but smile. The teen was always stubborn when it came to accepting help from other people. Perhaps it was because he didn't like others fussing over him.
"Ed?"
"What?!"
"Are you ok in there?"
"I'm fine! I just-"
His voice trailed off when he saw Roy standing in the doorway. The man couldn't help but laugh. He was greeted with the sight of Ed trying to pull on a black shirt that was caught behind his head. The teen's muscular chest was in perfect view, including his large scars, where automail had been previously bolted to his shoulder.
The blonde blushed, keeping his head low. He was rather touchy when it came to his scars, he considered them ugly. Ed had never cared about his image until he got automail. It was a permanent reminder of his mistake.
Roy could see it was bothering him. Personally, he found every inch of Edward highly attractive. Scars just made him more unique.
The colonel kneeled in front of Ed and pulled the shirt over his head. Before he reached his chest, he brushed his fingertips over the scarred lines, and traced them softly, earning an uncomfortable squirm from the Elric.
"Ed"
The blond stopped and looked down at Roy shyly, a blush tinting his cheeks.
"Go ahead, say it"
"What do you-"
"Say it! Tell me how stupid I was! Tell me how hideous I am! Just-"
Before he could continue, Roy stole a kiss from the teen, effectively silencing him.
"Ed, I think your beautiful with or without a stupid scar" he said honestly.
"Your just saying that"
"Oh really?" he smiled.
"I told you! You don't have to lie, I can take it..."
The colonel leaned forward, and placed a gentle kiss on the scarred flesh.
"Am I still lying now?"
A red Edward could only stutter with embarrassment.
"Come on Ed; let's get you out of here"
I hope that was ok!
Thank you for correcting my awful spelling, I spelt Riza wrong, sorry!
I'm atrocious with names. See you next chapter : )