and some royai.slight spoilers for the last few episodes. SPOILERS i say! -fireun
It had been too close this time. Much too close.
Riza adjusted the blankets around the sleeping man, a small smile ghosting across her face as she imagined how he would snap at being fussed over so. She settled back onto her chair, assuming the vigilant position that had grown wearily familiar to the hospital attendants with a soft sigh. At least they had stopped trying to chase her off.
Mustang looked pale, even by his own particular standards. Having lost far too much blood, he had been in rather touchy condition for a few nerve-wracking days. And that wasnt the worst of it...
The left side of his face was a mass of bandages, and while they had done what they could, there was no longer a functioning eye under all that gauze. It was the loss of that eye that hurt the most, now that his life was secured. Those intent, striking eyes…
"If I look that bad, just bury me."
Riza jerked back out of her reverie at the sound of that gruff voice. Roy's remaining eye was cracked open, his face twisted in a grimace. "Sir!"
"Brandy?" he begged in a dry, forlorn voice.
"Water." Riza replied. "Doctors orders."
"Maes would have snuck some in for me." Roy muttered almost petulantly, casting a glance her way to see if the woeful complaint was swaying her at all.
That was the Roy she knew. All of the stress of waiting and watching, of wondering if he was going to be alright came crashing down, and Riza began to laugh. Roy looked at her, dumbfounded, as Riza bent double with her laughter. She leaned over, and threw a gentle hug around the prone man's shoulders. "It is good to have you back, sir."