FMA isn't mine, but this story is:)
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Onward...
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Ed's face shows his surprise and horror at the thought of Roy drugging him. Al jumps up from his chair.
Roy can't hold it in anymore. He bursts into laughter. "What? You think I'd," He can't continue for laughing so hard.
Ed puts on an angry face and some of his bite resurfaces, "How should I know! Bastard Colonel."
"Colonel, that wasn't a very nice trick," Alphonse says calmly, trying to keep Ed and Roy from each other's throats as usual.
Roy's laughter subsides. "Whew! He he. No, it was pain medicine." He reads the label on the bottle, "Although it might make you a little drowsy."
Edward is not placated. "Al?" he says icily, "Could you give me a minute alone with the Colonel here?"
Alphonse reasons that with Ed's back out of commission, all they can do is yell at each other. So he leaves at his brother's request.
Ed starts in on Roy, venom practically dripping from his words, "I would hurt you right now if I could move. Bastard."
"Fullmetal," He stops and then starts again, "Edward. I'll just tell you this right now. I've got no intentions of hurting you. That was a bad joke. Sorry. I shouldn't have pulled that on you."
"Feh. Damn right you shouldn't have!" Ed is yelling at a guilty-looking Mustang.
"Listen. I brought you here so you could recuperate. Not so I could anger you."
"You could have fooled me. Come here so I can bite you." Edward is still angry.
"Bite me?"
"Yeah. I can't move enough to do anything else. So get your ass over here." Ed huffs when Roy makes no such move and switches back to the topic at hand.
"It's dangerous for Al to be in the hospital, or anywhere, really, when he's damaged."
Ed grouchily responds, "You don't have to tell me that, Colonel Asshole." And then more emotionally, "I would never want to turn him into a freak show or get him sent to some lab."
"I know, I know."
"Why do you have to be such an ass?" Ed exclaims.
"I…I don't know. I'm" He was unable to finish because Ed once again interrupted him.
"You had better not be saying that you're sorry." Edward is very peeved at Roy.
"What if I was?"
"I don't want to hear it right now." He is still peeved, but with good reason.
"What do you want then?" Roy says, attempting to steer the conversation away from the fighting and onto safer ground.
Edward's reply comes out as almost a whine, "I want my back to stop hurting."
"The pills aren't working?"
"No."
"I don't know that I can make it stop bothering you, but I sure can distract you from it for awhile."
"Go on." Ed is obviously intrigued.
"I'll just show you. Will Al be gone for awhile?"
"Yeah. He'll probably stay out unless he's called or he hears us really going at each other."
Roy nods and moves to stand beside Ed's bed. He flips down the blanket and slowly, carefully, pulls Ed's pants down to his ankles. He had been taken out of his own clothing and had been dressed in light green cotton pants and a grey t-shirt when he arrived at the hospital. He was wearing nothing else.
"Uhh…Mustang?"