Whumptober 2020 Day 26: If You Thought The Head Trauma Was Bad…-Migraine/Concussion/Blindness
Word Count: 1064
Author: Katie/Ally (aquietwritingcorner/realitybreakgirl)
Rating: T
Characters: Roy Mustang
Summary: Roy has a migraine. They're not uncommon. But this is a real doozy.
Notes: Set Post-PD, and with some Royai

Migraine

His head was pounding. Every time his heart beat, it was like another spike through his head. Beat, beat, beat. Pound, pound, pound. He had already taken some painkillers. And then he had taken some different, stronger painkillers. Either they weren't helping at all, or this was so strong that this was the most the painkillers could do.

With a sigh, he took off his glasses and rubbed at his eyes. Nothing was helping. Not the glasses, not the closed curtains, not the dimmed lights, not even the tea. Nothing. His team had even tried to help him out, using lamps instead of the main lights, Havoc making sure to smoke out of the office, Breda not eating in it, Fuery not tinkering with his radios. But none of it had helped. Headaches were common after his eyes had been healed, but this was much worse than normal.

He closed his eyes, and ducked his head, trying to do anything at all that would relieve the headache.

"Sir?"

Riza's voice was soft, but it still cut through the silence and into his head like a knife.

"What?" he said, not bothering to look up.

"Let me take you home. You're not going to get anything done like this."

He was quiet for a moment. Part of him wanted to resist, just on the principle of the thing. But he also knew that she was right. He wasn't going to get any work done like this. He had barely gotten any work done all day as it was.

He let out a sigh. "Very well, Captain," he said.

She must have known what he was going to say, because she already had his coat and was helping him up. Well, he shouldn't be too surprised. She did know him better then anyone else. She had him ready to go in short order, and he painfully looked up at his team as she gathered her things.

Stars, he head hurt.

"General?"

He must have not been paying attention, or she was quicker than he thought, because she was at his elbow again, ready to lead him out.

"Yes, Captain," he said. "Let's go."

"Feel better soon, sir," Fuery called out, and Roy gave him a slight wave as he left the room.

Riza lead him down the hallways and down to the motor pool. He did his best to act as normal as possible as he walked, knowing that he had a reputation to keep up, but he honestly narrowed his focus down to Riza and her back, letting her handle any problems they came across. She must have called ahead to the motor pool, though, because his car was there and waiting for them when they arrived. She assisted him in, and then she went around to the driver's side, getting settled and starting them off.

Riza was a good driver. Sometimes she was a terrifying driver, having learned to drive in Ishval, but when she wanted to be, she was a smooth and easy driver. That was the kind of driver she was now, and he didn't bother to open his eyes or look around as she drove. He preferred drifting, hoping that it would help the pain at least a little bit.

It wasn't long before they arrived at his apartment, and she parked, getting out and coming around to his side. He didn't open his eyes or move until she had the door open and was softly calling to him again. She helped him up, helped him into his apartment, and, once inside, started bullying him towards his bedroom.

"Go change," she told him. "I'm going to make you some tea and something to eat. You're going to go to bed."

He didn't feel like arguing.

He changed, leaving his uniform in the floor and eased himself onto his bed. He didn't bother to turn on any lights. He just laid there, listening to the sounds of Riza moving about his apartment. It didn't take long before he heard her soft tread entering into his room. She always had been good at moving quietly, and he appreciated that now.

"Sir? I need you to sit up and eat this, please. It's not much, but it might help. I also have some water for you to drink as well."

He muttered, but he could also tell that she wasn't going anywhere. Reluctantly he sat up, taking the bowl of broth and noodles from her, and slowly eating it while she tutted and went around hanging up his uniform and doing who knew what else. Roy didn't feel like figuring it out right now.

She was back the moment he finished his food and water, whisking the dishes away, and turning his bed down for him to slide into. He obliged and she left, taking the dishes with her. He thought that would be the end of it, but she was back after a moment with a warm washcloth that she laid across his eyes and forehead. The heat felt good, and he let out a small breath of relief at it.

"I'll leave you now, sir," she said, and his hand darted out before he could think about it.

"Stay," he said. She didn't respond. "Stay with me tonight. Please."

"…I shouldn't," she responded.

"Please," he said. "I just don't want to be left alone."

She hesitated. "I don't have anything to wear."

"You can wear one of my pajama shirts. Please, Riza, just stay with me tonight. I just want you here."

It was enough, it seemed, and she relented. "Alright. Give me a few moments."

He let go of her hand, and she slipped off. He could hear her making a call to the office to let them know that she was going to be taking the rest of day off as well and asking Fuery to look after Hayate for her. He could hear her go to the kitchen, eating something quickly. And then he heard her come back in here, heard her get out one of his shirts, heard her change, and then felt the gentle, cautious pressure of her climbing on the bed with him trying not to jostle it or his head.

He appreciated that.

She settled in, by his side, and he found that his migraine seemed to be just that much better with her there.