Another chappie! YEA! I know all of you are so excited!
It wasn't possible. That couldn't have just happened. His eyes were playing tricks on him.
Roy knelt on the ground, unaware of the fight around him. He heard a shot, the two following rapidly behind. It felt like hours had past when Hawkeye ran to him.
"Sir, is he…?"
The older man couldn't bring himself to answer. The woman knelt beside him and felt for a pulse. She gave a small sigh in relief when her probing fingers felt a small pulse.
"Sir, he is still alive! We have go get him to a hospital!"
Her words were lost once Roy had heard the first sentence. His onyx black eyes looked at the limp body. He held his breath as he watched Ed's chest rise and fall with difficulty. How had he missed that before? The raven haired man gave a weak chuckle at his stupidity.
Riza pulled him to his feet as Armstrong picked up the fallen teen. The fight was over after the three shots had taken down the last two of Cyrus's men. As for Cyrus Eviste himself, Edward had taken him down.
Roy didn't even remember getting into the car or arriving at the hospital. All he could recall was holding onto the unconscious blond and encouraging him to hold on for a bit longer.
Now he and Havoc were sitting in the hospital room. The man turned to him. "You should get checked out, Colonel. The rest of us have. Edward would want you to."
"No." Mustang's voice was hoarse. "I'm not leaving till he wakes up."
He heard Jean sigh softly in defeat. The black eyed man ignored him and concentrated on the body in front of him. Ed's skin was so pale……..just like the white sheet's he was laying on…
(Three hours later)
Roy was still sitting in the seat next to the occupied bed, eyes closed, holding onto Edward's human hand while the other acted as a pillow. He was almost fully asleep when he felt he hand in his move. Mustang sat up straight and moved closer to the teenager. "Edward?" He asked while placing a gloveless hand on the younger one's forehead. Skilled fingers ran through gold bangs. Roy smiled weakly when he saw unfocused gold orbs reveal themselves.
"Roy?"
Ed's voice was soft and hoarse as his had been a few hours earlier. Mustang continued to grin as he leaned in closer to the blonde. "I'm glad you're awake Edward. You had me worried."
"What happened?"
"You don't remember?"
Edward shook his head.
Roy smirked. "You got yourself shot saving me."
Ed scoffed. "Why in the world would I want to save you?"
Mustang's smirk grew wider. "A man came from behind me and fired and you knocked me down and took it."
"Well, I guess that explains the pain in my chest."
The nurses in the hallway could hear the Colonel's laughter.
Roy turned onto his side sleepily. As he yawned, his fingers fumbled for the alarm clock. After a few good attempts the beeping noise was shut off. The dark haired man rolled back onto his stomach and opened one eye. He let it adjust to he darkness before he spoke.
"You awake?"
His blonde haired lover didn't respond. Roy moved closer to the sleeping man and placed his head on the crook of the tan skinned neck. He kissed his cheek softly. "Wake up sleepy head."
Edward's eyelids opened briefly. His gold orbs glanced at the taller man and close again. "You better have a good reason for waking me up this early bastard."
Roy smirked. "I do. I wanted to see how long it would take you to get annoyed with me today."
"Shut up," came a mumbled response. "Go back to sleep."
Still smirking, Roy wrapped his arms around his companion and closed his eyes. Today was going to be a beautiful day.
I'm finally done!