When we last left off Ed died. No, thats not right, Ed passed out. I think thats it... yeah. What will Roy do? Whats happening to Ed? Wanna find out? Then scroll down, dummy. :P
I'm... Cold... and dizzy..." The words we're no sooner out of his mouth when he fell against the door frame, out cold.
"Ed?" Roy gasped and ran over to where Ed was slumped, unconscious. The young alchemist was pale and shaky. He had dark circles under his eyes, as if he hadn't slept in days. He looks aweful. Thought mustang. Funny, just a minute ago I was thinking he was cute. He shook his head rapidly, trying to clear his mind of any thoughts of Ed being "cute" and focused on the task at hand, finding out whats wrong with Ed and fixing it before it's to late.
Roy gently lifted Ed into his bed (I rhymed!) and rushed over to the phone. It rang quite a few times before he heard a sleepy voice on the other end answer "hello..."
"Hawkeye!" Roy stated urgently. "You need to get over to my house as soon as possible!"
"Colonel...? Wha-" Roy cut her off.
"Just get over here now." He looked over to the unmoving form of Ed lying among the huge pillows on his bed. "And bring a doctor."
Twenty minutes and a lot of panicking later Hawkeye appeared at the house, dragging a tired looking man in a doctors robe with her.
"Hawkeye." Mustang whispered harshly to her. "Did you have to bring a cilivian doctor? Couldn't you find a military doctor? I don't want this guy examaining Fullmetal."
But the doctor had already found the room where Ed lay, and was taking his tempurature. Hawkeye and Mustang (even though Mustang was a little reluctant to) waited outside the room for the doctor to finish. Only a couple minutes passed, but to Roy it seemed like hours. Finally the doctor emerged from the room, a grimm look upon his tired face. "I'm afraid young Edward has a severe cold. You have to keep him in bed for the next few days and give him these..." The doctor handed Roy a small crimson bottle with white pills inside it. "...Twice a day."
Roy nodded his agreement and ushered Hawkeye and the Doctor into the living room. "Thank you doctor, and you too Hawkeye. I'll call you in the morning to tell you how Ed is feeling.
Hawkeye nodded, noting to herself that Colonel Mustang had used 'Ed' instead of the usual 'Fullmetal.' "Good night Sir. I hope Elric gets better soon." And with that they both left, leaving Roy standing alone in his brightly lit livingroom, wondering if he was going make it through giving Ed his pills. Or rather if his house would make it through giving Ed his pills. Because most people who knew the young alchemist also knew that when pills were involved, things get destroyed...
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This is short, I know that. For the record, Ed hates pills becasue he thinks that they'll just make him worse, because when his mom took pills for her illness they didn't help and she ended up...well...passing on. So herefuses to take them... Anywho. Next chapter will be up soon hopefully. I have to get ready for cadets so I'll write more later, Bye!