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"I want to go out." Ed said petulantly

"You're not well niichan." Al said kindly. "Do you feel any better now?"

"I feel fine. I'd be a lot better though if you stopped sitting on me." Ed said bluntly as he stared at Al where he was sitting on his legs, most of his weight on Ed's auto-mail leg as to not hurt his flesh one but making sure it was enough to keep both of them pinned. Ed had already tried running away once…

"I'll only get off if you're going to be sick again." Al said darkly.

The moment Ed had woken he'd turned a strange greenish-white colour before rolling over on the bed to vomit spectacularly on the hospital floor.

He'd continued to throw up several more times into bowls brought to him by a couple of nurses. They'd explained between Ed's retching that what he'd been injected with was a general anaesthetic and if you hadn't been injected with it before it tended to make you sick.

Ed had glared at them at this point from over his sick bowl. "Thanks for the warning."

"Your behaviour hadn't exactly earned a warning." The nurse had said coldly having finally finished cleaning up his vomit on the floor.

"Al, my ankle is really starting to hurt. Can you please get off?" Ed said as he tried to push himself into a seated position, wincing slightly.

"Okay niichan…" Al said uncertainly.

Al sat on the chair he'd now mentally claimed from sitting on it all night until Ed had woken that morning.

Silently as Al watched his brother rubbing his ankle with his left (and currently only) arm, covered in bandaged gashes, looking terribly pale, he couldn't help but notice the mess they were.

Al tuned out as his brother began to moan again about being fine when there was a gentle tap on the door.

The door swung open to a pretty smiling nurse holding a roll of bandaging under her arms.

"Good morning!" she said looking at Al to include him in her greeting. "How are you now Ed? I heard you were sick earlier."

For the hundredth time Ed tried to fold his arms out of anger, frustration or embarrassment only to have his arm drop down suddenly once again having forgotten about his missing auto-mail arm.

"That wasn't my fault." Ed said haughtily

"Of course not, no one said it was." She said kindly.

The nurse moved forward where she began to remove Ed's bandages. Ed looked away slowing turning pink as he was painfully reminded that he was still only wearing his black boxers.

As the nurse began to silently unravel the bandage around his chest, causing her to wrap her arms around him Al caught Ed's eye.

Ed was a brilliant shade of red from his acute embarrassment. Knowing his bother you be helpless to retaliate Al mimed hugging himself and swooning. It was usually Ed who did the teasing but he was the one in need of cheering up.

Ed's eyes narrowed as he turned redder yet.

"Oh! Ed why are you so red? Do you feel ill again?" the nurse said as she stood up having removed the last of his bandages, catching sight of his glowing face.

"No no, I'm fine!" He said hurriedly.

Reaching up she felt Ed's forehead.

"You're burning up! I'll finish redoing your bandages then I'll get a thermometer, it won't be good if you've developed a fever."

Grimacing Ed turned away.

This is so embarrassing…Ed inwardly groaned as he rolled his eyes.

Focusing on a point in the ceiling Ed ignored Al's continued miming which was this time kissing.

The nurse inspected the cuts over him before re-bandaging them with the clean dressing she'd brought in with her.

Al sat giggling quietly in his corner as he watched on, but instead of embarrassing Ed again it was this that relaxed him. Al didn't laugh enough any more.

"You've cooled down Ed." The nurse said as she finished bandaging him. "We'll put it down to a hot flush."

Just before she turned away she gave Al a knowing wink right in front of Ed causing his cheeks to colour again.

"Oh, and you're allowed to leave now, colonel Mustang sent through the approval for your discharge but take it easy, your cuts are only just starting to heal, we don't want them breaking open again." She said pausing at the doorway. "If you don't listen to me then the next time you're here you'll find yourself being stripped off and given a sponge bath as your punishment."

Laughing at the look on the blond's face the nurse left the room waving lazily over her shoulder at them.

"Ooo niichan, I think she likes you. Do you like her? You were going very red…" Al said innocently failing to hide his laughter.

"Shut up!" Ed laughed as his pillow smacked Al in the face.

"Do you know where my clothes are Al?" Ed said changing the subject though his cheeks still glowed a bright pink.

"I don't know niichan." Al said in a sneaky voice. "I think the nurse appreciates your boxers though…"

"SHUT UP!"

"I think she did, didn't you see her wink…"

"SHUT UP! SHUT UP! SHUT UP!"

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After finding his clothes (which Al had been sitting on) the brothers left the hospital. Ed had refused any food even though it was midday; apparently the anaesthetic was still having effects on his stomach which, amazingly, had worn off by the time they'd got back to their quarters within the military building where Ed pigged out on noodles, ramen and ongiri.

"You'll make yourself sick again niichan and I won't be clearing it up. If it got inside me the smell would never go." Al said as he watched his brother stuff his face with the food he'd brought up from the kitchens. Ed hadn't felt comfortable with the number of stares his missing arm had received so they had retreated to their room.

"Are you joking? I'm not sure if this was enough, I didn't just miss breakfast did I? I'd thrown up everything else in my stomach." Ed said without pausing in stuffing his face.

Rolling his eyes Al sighed when there was a gentle tap on the door.

Glancing at the still eating Ed, Al called "Come in."

The door swung inwards to reveal a tall woman.

"Hello again lieutenant Hawkeye." Al said cheerfully slightly embarrassed at his behaviour from their last meeting.

"It's good to have the both of you back again." She said lightly before catching sight of the amount of food Ed was shovelling into his face.

"Are you alright?" she asked sounding slightly worried.

"I'm fine!" Ed cried as he threw down his chopsticks a little over dramatically. He'd been having trouble anyway; he couldn't use them properly with his left hand.

"Well colonel Mustang wants to see you in his office at once." Hawkeye said watching Ed uncertainly.

"Fine, fine." Ed sighed rolling his eyes.

Al stayed in their room as Ed was escorted down to Roy's office with Hawkeye.

"What does the colonel want?" Ed said tiredly as they drew closer to the office.

"Just a talk I think. He didn't say." She replied looking straight ahead.

The pair walked the rest of the way in silence, Ed's mind filled with the coming sarcastic comments from Mustang mixed with his anger from the night before where Roy'd had the doctors knock him out. He still hadn't gotten over that…

Hawkeye held the door open for him as they arrived, Ed passing silently through with a scowl already firmly on his face.

The door shut behind Ed with a firm Click.

Ed didn't even look at Roy before he'd taken his seat in the chair in front of his desk.

Looking up he found Roy watching him with a strange look on his face. One of his eyebrows was raised and he was smirking in a strange knowing way.

"What're you smirking at?" Ed said grumpily once again trying to fold his arms before he remembered and settled for resting his hand on his knee.

This caused a scowl to spread over Roy's face.

What? That look turns the girls to jelly! I am not smirking.

Roy had thought uncertainly about how to seem gay and he had no idea so he'd decided on acting they way he did when he was with a date. So far Ed had destroyed his dynamite look.

"That's no way to talk to your ranking officer Fullmetal; it was me who got you out of hospital." Roy said seriously.

"Yeah, it was also you who told the doctors to knock me out!" Ed said crossly as he sat forward getting in Roy's face.

Suddenly Roy's scowl changed into a smile before he slowly licked his lips, cringing inwardly.

Why did I listen to you Hughes! I feel like an idiot!

Ed did a double take.

Did Mustang just do what he thought he'd done?

Still smiling at Ed he winked.

Ed stared horrified.

"So how are you feeling now Ed?" Roy said fighting to keep the smile on his face. He felt so dirty, sooo dirty. He was hitting on a 16 year old. A 16 year old boy!

"Yes sir! Fine sir!" Ed replied instantly from where he sat leaning back as far as possible in his chair to distance himself from Mustang.

"You will rest until you get your arm returned to you. Do you understand?" Roy said letting his smile widen at the look on Ed's face.

"Yes colonel!"

"If you don't, I'll have to call you back for a…more personal chat. You're dismissed." Roy said as he leaned forward, resting his head on his hand.

Ed was up and out the door in an instant, the hem of his red coat whipping out of sight.

Wow, there was one thing Ed was afraid of. Being hit on by a guy.

Laughing quietly Roy leant back in his chair. Ed's look of horror had been well worth the price of hitting on him.