A/N Well, finally updated, please, please don't hurt me! I really have nothing to say right now, so here you are.
Disclaimer: Don't own it, never will.
Ed walked out of the train, the ride hadn't been very long, but it still felt good to be up and about. Roy followed, he'd slept the majority of the way, but he still felt a little uneasy. Was Ed really sick? He would go to Hawkeye for help, she always liked Ed and she was smart. They both stepped into the cab waiting for them, and waited as it started up and they were driven back to HQ. "Ed, are you feeling alright?" Roy asked casually.
"Huh? Oh, yeah, lots better," Ed replied, looking down at his feet. "I'll just get a good night's sleep tonight, and I'll feel fine in the morning, it's nothing big."
"Your teacher is a very interesting person."
"Yeah, she helped me and, and Al out a lot when we were young." Ed gulped, he felt hungry. Sadness and depression really feels like hunger, he mused, it's like starving. Being surrounded with food, but rendered unable to take even the smallest bite of it. He had come to know the feeling quite recently, starving. Every time he ate as much as he could then puked it back up, he was starving. Quite ironic actually.
"Well, I'll see you later," Ed said, waving to Roy and walking back to his dorm room. Roy kept him from starving these past few days, but what would happen now? He would have work; maybe he wasn't really even serious about Ed. Ed lay down on his bed and stared at the ceiling, Al's bed still sat across the room; empty. And Ed fell asleep.
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"Hawkeye," Roy said, running after her as she walked down the hallway.
"Oh, colonel, you're back," she replied, turning around and waiting for him to catch up, "How was it?"
"It was a funeral, how do you think it was?" Roy said back, concealing a sigh.
"I expected you to stay longer, but, anyhow, did you want to see me about something?" Riza asked, stopping at the door to the office.
"I'm, well, lets just say I'm a bit worried about Ed," Roy sighed, "And you're the only person I could think to go to."
Riza was in the middle of opening the door when she stopped. "Edward? What's wrong with him, sir?"
"I think he may be sick, I don't know," Roy rubbed his temples, and followed Riza through the door to the office insides.
"What are the symptoms? It may be something else," Riza remarked, doing her best to disguise the worry in her voice. She had to think about this logically, it could be anything right?
"He's been… puking," Roy finally said, "lots."
"Did you ask him about it? Sounds like a stomach flu to me," Riza replied, relaxing slightly.
"Yeah, on the train ride back he went to the bathroom and took quite a while, and when he came back I, er, smelled it on his breath," Roy said nervously, "Then when I asked him, he said it was the stomach flu and that he'd seen his doctor before leaving, but wanted to go anyways. But I saw his doctor just before leaving, sounds like Ed hasn't seen him in at least a year."
"…How have his eating habits been lately?" Riza asked, looking up from her papers.
"He doesn't seem to eat much at all now that I think about it," Roy replied plainly, he hadn't really thought about it until now, "defiantly a lot less, sometimes none."
"I've noticed that lately too," Riza sighed, "I thought it was probably just the depression, but it may be a lot more serious. Go check on him daily will you? He could use the company, think of all the hours alone in his dorm room he has to spend now. And keep an eye on what he eats, check out anything suspicious. For now, that's all we can do, but tell me anything that might be important okay?" Roy nodded, it was a sound enough theory, and this meant more time to be with Ed.
He left to go do just that, walking down the hallways casually until he came to the room of the boy in question. The door was unlocked, so he opened it cautiously and let himself in. It was quiet, except for a small rustling noise. Like the soft whimpering of a mouse, or in this case, a young man. A young man, yet again curled up on bed, crying himself to sleep. "Ed?" he asked quietly into the darkness, the only light came from the window. It was cloudy out.
Ed jumped up, just noticing Roy's presence. He wiped his eyes hurriedly, pulling off his soft downy blankets and sitting up on the side of his bed. "Roy," his voice was horse at first, but then it became more clear, "Why're you here?" Roy sighed, closing the door and walking up to sit down next to Ed.
"I just wanted to see how you were doing Ed, you don't look too good," Roy replied after a brief silence. Ed grabbed a tissue to wipe his runny nose, smiling slightly.
"I've been better," he said, also taking a moment to answer, "Do I really look that bad?"
"Yeah," Roy said, "you want to come eat dinner?" Ed looked back down at his feet, and shook his head. "Come on Ed, aren't you hungry?"
"No, I ate after I came back," Ed said, "I'm just tired, I haven't really gotten much sleep lately."
"Alright, I'll come by later with a snack for you though okay?" Roy said, he was a bit worried. Ed nodded silently, still staring at his feet. Roy took this as his hint to leave, and got back up. He pulled Ed's face up, kissing him gently on the lips, before leaving. Ed looked so tired all of a sudden, he was almost afraid of hurting him with too strong of a kiss. Ed lay back down and curled back up into a snug little ball.
"I'm sorry Roy."
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"How was he?" Riza asked later, as she met Roy in the cafeteria.
"Doesn't look real good, he was crying when I came in," Roy sighed, remembering the sight of Ed curled up, shaking with sobs, "I asked if he wanted to come to dinner, but he said he was too tired, so I said I'd bring him something later."
Riza looked into the deep, sad expression in Roy's eyes. "So that's why you're here now?" He nodded in ascent. "Roy, you know you can trust me with anything right? That I'd never tell anyone a secret of yours?" Riza asked solemnly. Roy nodded again, looking up in slight confusion as he grabbed a roast beef sandwich and some juice. He couldn't remember any of Ed's food preferences other than his deep hatred of milk. "I need you to tell me something Roy. Are you in love with Ed?"
Roy did a double take at this point, had Riza just asked what he thought she had? "What?"
"I asked if you're in love with Ed," she repeated, "I can see it in the way you talk so sadly about him. I can see it in your eyes."
"Guess that's what thy call women's intuition eh?" Roy sighed, "Cat's out of the bag now I guess."
Riza smiled knowingly, patting Roy on the back. "He feels the same way doesn't he?" Roy nodded, man she was good! "Go take his food to him, and help him out alright?" Riza smiled, "I'm sure he would be glad to see you." She turned and left to go ponder over the many thought passing her mind. Roy shrugged, and grabbed the food to take it down to Ed's room.
When Roy came in, Ed was asleep. Roy wanted to wake him, but he was so tired before, it was best that he rested when he could. He put the sandwich and juice on Ed's bedside table and left, Ed would probably be up by midnight and be able to eat. He had gone to bed quite early, but now it was Roy's turn to get some sleep.
A/N Well, goodnight! I'll update when I find the time, at least 5 reviews please. Also, when I asked for 10 reviews I got 5 and when I asked for 5 I got ten. What is wrong with you people? Oh well, please just review, until next time!