The Night Before Hospitalization

"Augh..." the Lieutenant slowly opened her sleepy eyes only to see Lieutenant Jean Havoc sitting above her. She wasn't expecting his presence, so, her reflexes went a little crazy, and she snatched her gun out if it's holster and shot at him as fast as she could. Jean screamed like a little girl as the bullet flew inches away from his temple and shot through the ceiling. Riza paused, eyes wide open. She sighed and put her gun away. Jean was still crying and screaming like a girl scout who just got kicked by a middle-aged bum. "OH GOD! PLEASE DON'T FRICKIN' KILL ME! OH MY GOD! OH MY G----" he started but was cut off by Riza's hand shushing him. Her eyes were calmly closed. Havoc stared at her confused.

"You shouldn't surprise me like that..." She said quietly.

Havoc nodded, sweeping some dust off of his shoulder trying to sound as cool as possible. "Ahem...well, I guess I shouldn't." Riza let out a small chuckle and opened her eyes, studying her surroundings.

"By the way, where am I?" She asked.

"We're at Armstrong's apartment. He said we should head over to see Roy in a whil---" Havoc tried to let out again, but was cut off ONCE AGAIN by Riza's gasp.

"Oh my god, what time is it!" she asked a bit panicked. Havoc glanced over at the clock. "4:08, why?" Riza's face turned pale. "F-F---OH MY GOD! I'M LATE FOR WORK." Havoc slightly giggled, covering his mouth as he did so. "What's so funny?" Riza asked. "Uhh...well, work is over. Actually, you, Roy, and I have a whole three weeks off!" Havoc said proudly. "What! Why?" After Riza asking that, there was dead silence in the room. Suddenly, BOOM! A certain Major came bursting into the room with two cups of tea, two bowls of soup, and those damn sparkles he always seems to be carrying aroung no matter what! "I brought you two lunch. Eat up, this recepie has been passed down from the Armstrong family for generations!" Jean sweatdropped, but Riza just took a bowl. "Thank you, Major." she said gingerly. Armstrong just raised a hand and fwooshed her words away "It was my pleasure, and Miss Hawkeye, for the next three weeks, you can call me Alex. We're not at work you know." Armstrong said putting a proud emphasis (as if introducing some sort of king) when he said his name, Alex. Riza smiled. "Okay, but only if you call me Riza." she said with a soft chuckle. Alex nodded and set the tray down as he left the two to talk alone. Riza sighed as she sipped her soup. "So, Jean, you wanna tell me why we have three weeks off?"

Havoc froze, but decided to tell her anyway. "Well, ya see...I heard some banging against the wall, like some sort of blunt object, so I got up, and walked next door to Mustang's office..."

(Flashback Havoc's POV)

I walked into the door, and was accompanied by several bottles all over the ground. Roy was rolling around on the floor like a traumatized kitten (Roy Kitty! Kwee!) and Riza was banging her head and a bottle against the wall simultaneously. I stood in awe. Roy finally noticed me. "Oah nooo...Reeeezaaa...Jeeenie boy is gonn' doo tell da fuhrer 'bout da dwinks. Wha' shood we dooo?"

"I dun' hic no...izzat hic Jeeeeen...or an im-hic-posterrrr?" Riza replied completely drunken. I was COMPLETELY shocked! Riza Hawkeye, the perfect soldier, drunker than a...a...A DRUNKEN PERSON! Roy being like this wasn't as much as a surprise, but Riza? No way, it must've been my imagination. I knew if someone walked in at that perticular moment, Roy, Riza, and I would have all been fired, even though I had nothing to do with it, how was I supposed to prove it? They were drunken cows, and I was a witness. I had to clean up before something sereous happened, but Roy won the race by raising his bottle into the air. "I-if yeww tell da fuhrer, then I'll---I'll...I dun really no, but it'zz gon'a beeee baaad..."

"Now Roy..." I said as I approached him as if he was a wild animal (at that moment he basically as, but...). "Put that bottle down.."

Roy smirked and raised it higher "O--OAH YEAA! Well, den, Misterrr 'don tuch dat bot'le'...let's see if yew like dis!"

Within a flash, and before I could do a thing, Roy had smashed the bottle on his head, and it was bleeding madly. "Roy! Augh---Hawkeye!" I screamed for help. Riza was already passed out on the floor. I was ready to surrender, but I knew I would fry if I did. Well, that and I'm just SUCH a nice person (-.-'''). So I broke the corner of the window in the office, tipped Roy's chair so it was hanging out, and picked up their mess. Then I quietly slid out the door, but was caught by Major Armstrong. I thought this was the end of it all, but Alex, being SO generous, agreed that he wouldn't peep a word about it as long as I cleaned his house for three weeks. We told the fuhrer that Roy had fallen off his chair, so he hospitalized him, and I told him Riza fainted because it was so hot in the office. He let all of us have three weeks off to recover.

(Present)

Riza's eyes became small. "Oh, so my head is a blunt object, huh?" She asked annoyed. Jean just smiled a 'oh please don't shoot me' smile, and Riza thought about the whole drunk thing. "I..." she began, but was cut off by her own thoughts. I can't believe I let my sadness get the best of me. Well now, thanks to me, Roy's in the hospital...oh, I feel so guilty. I better go visit him. Havoc snapped his fingers in her face, breaking her train of thought. "Helllllllo? Riza?" Riza blinked, and then looked at Havoc kindly. "Oh...uh, thank you for not telling, I swear, it'll never happen again!" She said with a small bow. Havoc gave a smile and stood up. "Now, let's go see how the colonel is holding up."

After standing as well, Riza nodded. "Yea, I'd better apoligize." Havoc fwished his hand again. "Apoligize? He's, like, ALWAYS drunk! You have nothing to apoligize for, trust me. It was just a bit shocking seeing you drunk" He said with a giggle. Alex, on the other hand, was already at the door with his coat. "Come on, do we wanna get there when he's asleep or what?" He said as his mustashe moved as he spoke. This always made Riza feel happier. (weird, huh?) Havoc looked over at the clock. It was 4:46. "Crap! How the hell are we gonna get there now!" Havoc said. "It's almost five!" There was a pause.

There they are again...those damn sparkles Armstrong seems to ALWAYS have around his small blue eyes. Hawkeye sweatdropped, and Havoc backed away. Before Havoc could get too far, Armstrong swooped the two up and began sprinting to the hospital. "This technique has been passed down the Armstrong line for generations!" He stated infamously. There wasn't much Riza and Jean could do at that point other than sit and wait for their bumpy ride to be over...

Once they arrived, they went straight to the reciptionist's desk. "Hey, we're here to visit Colonel Roy Mustang. He's been hospitalized." Havoc said as he leaned on the desk. "Names please?" She asked.

"Lieutenant Jean Havoc" Jean said proudly as he brought both hands to his hips heroically.

"Lieutenant Riza Hawkeye" Riza said in a saluting position.

"Major Alex Armstrong" Alex said with those damn sparkles floating around randomly.

The receptionist nodded, pushing a button. "I have two lieutenants and a major here for room 236." Meanwhile, Jean was still in his stupid position, which made Riza sweatdrop. The receptionist let go of the button, and pointed to the elevator. "Floor 2, to the right, and down the hall. Room number 236. Have a nice day!" she finished in a merry voice. Alex and Riza bowed and Havoc fwished his hand...AGAIN! "Thanks" he said as he walked over to the elivator. The other two looked at each other, shrugged, and followed. "What was with her? She talked like she was handing out Chinese food. Sheesh!" Havoc said in a slightly irritated voice. "You always look at the bad in people." Armstrong said. Riza chuckled. When the got to floor two, the took a right, and went down the hall, all the way to room 236. Riza gasped, immidietly going to 'Mustang' who had a complete body cast. "Oh my god, Taisa, I'm so sorry! This is all my fault!" She said in misery as she cried on the floor. There was mumbling from inside the cast. "What's that Taisa? Do you need something?" Armstrong and Havoc were covering their mouths, trying not to let laughter flow out. "THIS ISN'T FUNNY, YOU TWO!" Riza yelled, losing her temper for a second. "Oh, but it is when you have the wrong person." A familiar voice said from the other side of the curtain seperating the two patients. Riza gasped. "R--Roy?" she said as she wiped a few tears away. She pulled back the curtain and saw her taisa with a mere bandage around his head. Havoc and Armstrong were on the floor, laughing their asses off, but Riza didn't care that moment. "Colonel, are you alright?" he said as she inspected his head. "I'm fine, and don't call me colonel, we aren't at work." Riza blushed faintly. "But, sir..."

"Oh, and please don't call me 'sir'! When we're out of work, you can call me by my name."

Riza looked down, in deep thought, when her gaze turned to the IV in Roy's arm. Her eyes got teary. "Hawkeye?" Roy asked. Riza tried to contain her tears, she was doing just fine, until she saw some scrap buises, and gazed at the bandage once again. "Oh, god! Roy, I'm so sorry! This is all my fault!" she said as tears leaked from her eyes. A boulder of confusion hit Roy. "Sorry for what?" Riza was crying to badly to answer.

Roy question repeated in his head. Sorry for what?