Chapter Title: Eleven Days
Characters: Scar, Al, Ed, Winry, Pinako
Pairings: None! I can't write romance for the life of me!
Spoilers: Nope
Warnings: None
Disclaimer: I don't own it! Waaaaah!
A/N: Lalala…another short one, dangit!

By the time Scar awoke, it was the morning after they had arrived in Rizembool. The bright morning sunlight filtered through the windows, as did the sound of merrily singing birds. He shifted his head to the side, trying to see his surroundings better. He was in a mediumish-sized room with a wooden floor and several windows. In addition to the couch he was lying on, there were a few chairs and a low coffee table in his line of vision, as well as a slightly ajar door from behind which emanated low voices. He tried to make out what they were saying; as far as he could tell, they were arguing about something. One of them was a feminine voice, the other very obviously belonged to the Fullmetal Alchemist. At realizing his incredibly close proximity to said alchemist and still being unable to move, Scar tensed, and tried harder to determine what was being said. But within seconds, he didn't need to try, as the volume of the argument increased significantly.

"I'm not drinking that milk!"

There was the sound of metal colliding with someone's head, "Ed! Quiet!"

"You're yelling too!"

"You're going to wake him up!"

"Like I care!"

"Niisan, please be quiet…"

It might have gone on like this, but once again Scar dissolved into a coughing fit, and the voices all stopped. He heard people getting out of chairs, and silently cursed his recent streak of bad luck concerning his throat. If only he could move, he could get away…but it was too late. Four faces peered around the door; there was Fullmetal, Alphonse, a blonde girl he didn't recognize, and a short old woman whom he also didn't recognize. Wait…he did recognize them; his memory was slightly muddled, but they had been there earlier, they were the ones who had given him the pain medicine. Beyond that, his memories were fuzzy. He remembered the armor being opened…then there had been shouting, and he had seen Fullmetal pointing at him…a blade at his throat…more shouting…the blade had been withdrawn, and he was taken out of the armor…blurred faces, voices, movement…and then blackness.

"Ah, you are awake," Al's voice interrupted his musings, and he looked up to see three of the four people (Ed was conspicuously absent from the group) directly in front of him. He jerked backwards in surprise, furious with himself at letting them get so close without him even noticing.

At his look of alarm, the blonde girl put up her hands in a kind of 'please-calm-down' gesture, "It's all right, please don't be afraid. You're safe here. I'm Winry Rockbell, and this is my grandmother, Pinako Rockbell."

Scar looked surprised, and spoke, his voice hoarse, "Rockbell? The two doctors…from Ishbal…?"

"Yes, that's right; I'm their daughter," Winry smiled and withheld her curiosity for the moment; she didn't want to freak him out even more by barraging him with questions. She did notice how he relaxed slightly at the mention of her parents, though, "Are you feeling any better?"

"I can't move…"

Pinako questioned further, "Are your muscles locked, or are you too weak to move?"

Scar gritted his teeth, thinking grimly, 'As though my dignity wasn't damaged enough…' before turning his eyes away from them and answering quietly, "…too weak…"

"That's good," he turned his head up to see Pinako smiling slightly, "That means you probably don't have tetanus. Now, what other symptoms do you have?"

He listed what was happening to him, feeling somehow detached from the words, "…dizziness, shivering, headache, coughing, sore throat, stomach pain, and blurred vision."

"Hmmm…it sounds like you have a particularly bad case of the flu. You should be just fine in a week and a half. Provided, of course, you get enough rest and don't move around too much."

"Hnn…" was Scar's only reaction. Inwardly, he groaned; a week and a half of being confined indoors and in close proximity to Edward Elric was certainly not a happy prospect. Eleven days…he could survive this place for eleven days. Couldn't he?

A/N: Poor Scar-san, all sick with the flu and having to be near Ed for 11 whole days. Oh, and in case you didn't quite pick up on it, yes, directly after the events in chapter two, Ed threatened Scar-san's life with his Blade!automail, and I'll go more into detail on what happened with that in the next chapter. Oh, also, I've now got neat little figurines of both Envy and Scar-san, and they sit in a place of honor on my desk while I'm writing and give me inspiration. And when I look at the Scar one from a certain angle, it almost looks like he's grinning. It's kinda weird, but it makes me smile.
Envy: At least his is sturdy. My figurine keeps either tilting over or my arms fall off.
Yeah, I have to prop yours up. But it's still cool! Anyway, time to answer reviews!

no one's friend: Hehehe…I think I'll draw a little comic about that…it'd be funny.
LadyRiona: Yay, thank you! Oh and Scar-san says that it is far beneath his dignity to wear anything like that, and that he hates pink anyway. He actually did tell me I couldn't in real life; I thought about doing it, and a very loud voice in my subconscious said 'NO'. Aaaaaa…I'm going insane!
kitfreaks: Thanks! Is this soon enough for you? ;)