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Also, a big thanks to Bailey (aka bayhawk) for inspiring this particular fic and for encouraging me to roleplay with her- it's because of you that I feel so much more confident writing dialouge than I did a year ago. Thank you so much for that! :)

Four hours and twenty-six minutes.

That's how long it's been since Riza Hawkeye went into Roy's hospital room, the sky and room now pitch black as she waits for him to wake up. It's got to be nearly morning now- it was a little past midnight when they arrived at the hospital, and around one thirty when Riza was allowed to see him. Despite the late (although some would consider it early) hour, she's stubbornly stayed awake, wanting to be there for him in every way when he woke up.

Of course, the guilt gnawing away at her is helping her stay awake, too.

It was a standard undercover mission, something that both of them had done dozens - no, hundreds - of times, usually ending without any major incidents. Tonight wasn't supposed to be the night that a gunman decided to try and rob the restaurant that Roy and Riza were at, the only thing coming out of the two soldiers' attempt to intervene being two gunshot wounds in Roy's abdomen and leaving Riza feeling like she was somehow as responsible for him being hurt as the man who pulled the trigger. It didn't help that he got hurt protecting her, quickly getting her out of the way of the robber's line of fire shortly before falling to his knees in pain.

Riza hates it when he gets hurt over her. She hardly feels worth it, especially considering that it's Roy who is supposed to become Fuhrer one day. Even though he's told her time and time again that he wouldn't be as far as he is without her, she can't help but consider herself expendable in the grand scheme of things. Roy hates that Riza thinks of herself this way just as much as she hates him getting hurt over her, but these are thoughts and actions and beliefs that neither of them can change about the other.

Riza's thoughts are broken by the sound of Roy stirring, watching as his eyes fluttered then slowly opened, a grunt of pain escaping him as he opened his eyes. She was as still as she could be as he looked ahead of him for a few moments before turning his head to her, a small smile forming on his features.

"Sir, how are you feeling? Do you need anything?" Riza asked, her voice soft. His smile became reassuring at her question, moving his hand slightly so it was closer to her's, hesitating a bit before taking hold of it completely. "I'm alright, Hawkeye. D-Don't worry about me so much," he replied, his voice slightly hoarse from sleep. She gave him a small smile back, using her thumb to gently stroke his knuckles.

"It's hard not to when you're the one in the hospital, sir," Riza replied, her tone slightly teasing.

Roy gave a small chuckle at that, his smile growing slightly. "Touché," he replied simply, his smile falling as he really started taking in Riza's appearence. She looked utterly exhausted- had she been waiting for him to wake up all this time? It had to have the middle of the night by now, if not already morning. Slowly, he took his hand from her's and brought it up to her cheek, his gaze gentle and concerned.

"You haven't slept," he said, his tone making his words not so much an observation as it was a fact. He gently ran his thumb over the dark marks under her eyes, not taking his eyes off of her. "It's OK now...I'm alright. I'll be OK- just rest now. Just get some sleep- I promise, I'll still be OK in the morning," Roy said reassuringly, hoping his soft tone would lull her to sleep. His smile came back a little as she seemed to relax, watching as she removed her head from his touch so she could rest it on her folded arms, which were already resting on the edge of Roy's hospital bed. She glanced at him and gave him a drowsy half smile before closing her eyes, her breathing evening out a few moments later. Roy smiled down at her, beginning to stroke her hair lightly as he closed his own eyes, feeling fatigue start to come over him.

"Night, Riza."

Nothing too special, just something somewhat short and sweet because I felt I could make something like that with this prompt. I'd appreciate some feedback from you guys to hear how I'm doing- any improvements you feel I could make, suggestions, etc. Also, I apologize for any spelling errors that may still be present in this chapter- the website I use for spell checking was being weird for me tonight, so I had to scan and check. See you guys again soon, hopefully!