I don't own FMA. Like you thought otherwise...
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Ed groans.
"Brother?" Al says worriedly from his other side.
"I'm going to get you back to bed. Relax your body and let me move you. I don't want to hurt you. I think that little stunt did a number on…"
He was interrupted by Ed, in a strained voice, "Just do it."
Ed gasps as Roy slides his hands under Ed's body and yelps as Roy lifts him.
"I'm sorry. I'm being as gentle as possible," Roy murmurs to Ed as he lays him down.
Ed pants softly, his eyes are closed and there is sweat on his brow. Roy pulls a monogrammed handkerchief from his pants pocket and dries Edward's face.
"Alphonse, there is a bottle of medicine on the table in the kitchen. Could you go get it?"
Al obeys and leaves the room. Ed makes a face, he's hurting.
"Shh. Shh. You're going to be fine. You know, Al was content to wait until you..."
Ed interrupts and in a gruff and pained tone tells Mustang, "I know. But he deserves better. This wasn't his fault."
"I don't think it was all your fault either."
Ed didn't reply. Each studied the other's face, eyes. Al could be heard returning with the medicine, his armor making a racket in the quiet house.
"Got it," Al holds the bottle out to Mustang, who is still lost in Ed's eyes.
"Hmm? Ok. Thanks." But the moment was broken.
Roy takes the bottle from the metal hands and opens it, pouring out two tablets.
"Here you are," He holds them out to Ed. Ed starts to raise a hand, but it puts too much strain on his back. The hand falls the two inches back to the mattress.
Instead, Roy brings the pills to Ed's lips. Ed opens his mouth, pulling the medicine from Roy's fingertips with his lips. Then he makes a face at the taste. Roy already has a water glass with a straw ready for him. Ed sucks the refreshing liquid through the straw, dispelling any remaining flavor of the medication.
Ed gives Roy a small smile of thanks. "By the way," he asks weakly, "what were those?"
"Tranquilizer. Should knock you out well into the evening."