a gift for Spades44
Some people should be let anywhere near a battle field. Not because they were lacking in skills, rather that they fell short in the common sense department. Maes lay still and quiet on the infirmary cot, two states of being which were completely alien to the rather boisterous individual. The copious bandaging didn't help the ambiance any, and as Roy sighed, moving to fuss with the edge of Maes' blanket, he couldn't help but shake his head in consternation.
Maes just didn't know when he was beat. Any normal, sane individual would have balked before charging into a battlefield full of guns and alchemists with nothing more than knives. Granted, Maes was an unholy terror with said knives, but that didn't make up for being utterly outnumbered and seriously outgunned.
Roy had had a rather unique perspective on the whole situation, seeing as he had been flat on his ass, bleeding from a rather fantastic number of admittedly light, but painful, wounds and looking up into what he had been sure was the last gun barrel he would have to lay eyes on…
And Maes had thrown himself into the melee like some sort of fanatic avenging angel, arms a flurry of motion as he propelled his knives with deadly accuracy. One had found its mark in the throat of the man holding that gun to Roy's face with a good solid thunk, and Roy had watched him fall in a splurt of blood.
He hated getting blood on his face, but had been too dumbfounded to move.
Maes, with what Roy considered a rather terrifyingly insane grimace on his face had slashed his way to Roy's side, hauled him to his feet, and proceeded to make good their retreat.
It wasn't until they had achieved some sort of safety that Maes had smiled, and collapsed, finally acknowledging the fact that more than a few stray shots had found their mark.
Which led to the current situation.
Roy glared down at the thankfully unconscious Maes, who choked out a bit of a snore before lapsing back into his medicinally deep sleep. "If you ever do that again, you impulsive, overconfident ass, the doctors won't have to worry about putting you back together. I will kill you myself."
The glare sustained itself for approximately four or five heart beats before it melted into an almost desperate concern. "Don't you ever scare me like that again, Maes." Roy reached out, lightly ran his knuckles down one of Maes stubble darkened cheeks. "Don't scare me like that." Hearing his voice cracking Roy clenched his jaw shut and pulled his chair closer, facilitating easier physical contact with his sleeping friend.