Edward awoke with a sharp intake of breath.

He shot upright and his hands shot to his leg, hovering over the bruised flesh, which was throbbing with pain. His hair clung to his face and neck – as they were drenched with sweat, and he threw the covers of the bed off him, reveling as the cool air hit his burning skin.

Ed stumbled over to the door, nearly falling out into the hallway as the door lunged open easily. Head reeling, Edward blinked slowly, eyes unfocused. He could just make open a door to his left, slightly ajar. Limping erratically towards it, he pushed it open and slumped against the doorframe.

The room was – white, to say the least. Large, yet extremely simple. A double bed was against the far wall, decked in white sheets, and a huge window was drawn closed with silk white drapes. Another door was in the corner, but it was shut closed.

After scanning the room for a moment, vision blurry, Edward's eyes went to the bed again, where there was a form under the sheets. A strip of golden ran across the bed from where there was a crack in the curtains.

Edward swallowed the lump of pain in his throat, sweat soaked golden hair falling limp across his face. He tried to speak but all that came out was a throaty sound of 'Un…'

Outside he could vaguely hear the sound of gently sprinkling rain, but he felt like it was a hundred degrees. He slowly pushed himself off the doorframe and tried to stumble across to the bed but just as he reached it he fell again. Roy's eyes were closed; dark lashes casting soft shadows across his skin. His breathing was gentle and even. Edward crawled over to the edge of the bed and pulled himself up, hands grasping the mattress. He still sat sprawled across the floor, but his arms were crossed on the edge of the bed as he reached out with a trembling hand to shake the man's shoulder.

"Ngh…Mustang…" Edward's eyes were drooping as though they had weights attached to them, and his leg was painfully numb. He tried to stand again and fell, falling unconscious.

Unfortunately for him he chose to loose consciousness in the most awkward of positions.

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The first thing Roy noticed when he awoke was that there was something soft tickling his face, and it smelt nice – a mix between oil and fresh coffee. Yawning widely, his eyes snapped open as his stretching jaw hit a soft pillow of – hair?
He sat up quickly, and was shocked to find Edward curled up against his side. His golden hair was askew, rippling across the satin pillow beneath his hair, and one limp hand was resting gently on Roy's wrist. Roy would usually find waking up with the Fullmetal Alchemist in his bed a confusing and awkwardly horrific experience, but that thought was banished from his mind when he noticed a few things.

One, Edward was sweating liters. Two, there was a fresh bruise at his temple. And three, one leg was hanging off the bed, his pants leg was torn, and the door was hanging open.

Frowning, Roy pressed two fingers gently against Edward's jugular. The pulse was faint, a mere steady throb against his fingertips. He must've awoken in pain and gone to Roy for help, but fallen unconscious before he could wake him. Pushing the covers off, Roy hooked an arm under Ed's knees and another around his torso, standing up out of the bed and picking Edward up bridal style.

He carried him into the en-suite and set him gently down on the toilet seat, turning to the shower and quickly twisting the handles on. The cold jet of water shot out of the showerhead and Roy lifted Ed up again, pulling him into the shower and holding him under the spray. The water soon drenched over both of them – their bodies close together because of the close-quarters of the shower. It took a few moments, but eventually two golden eyes slowly opened, peering languorously at Roy's face.

Curiously, Edward's first words were-

"Fucking hell Mustang, next time wake up"

Roy let his face drop into an amused smirk, and then realized – rather late – that the water they were standing under was blindingly cold. He went to turn the shower off but stopped when Edward slapped away his hand, fiddling with the other handle.

Soon the shower went warm, and Edward sighed, rubbing his eyes.

"I sure hope you have some painkillers in that kitchen of yours" he muttered, a stream of blood-mixed water slipping down his chin. Roy didn't say anything, his entire body was soaking wet and he felt uncomfortable with Edward's close proximity. In fact the blonde's head was nearly resting on Roy's chest. Edward continued to mutter random points about too-small kitchens, but as he looked up his eyes connected with Roy's, and the blonde in his delirium pushed forward and gently tipped his head upwards to kiss Roy.

The thought passed through Roy's mind that Edward had only just regained consciousness and his mind was still ridden with pain – but it was quickly banished as he grabbed the blonde and pulled him closer, the rain outside thundering against the window so violently it shook.

Outside shrieks were heard as articles of bench furniture and umbrellas were washed away in the light flood, people running onto porches or seeking shelter in the up-most branches of climbable trees.

Inside Roy's en-suite, the two individuals quickly shedding their clothes didn't seem to care.