I Don't See The Point
"So the stone didn't work right away?" Roy frowned.
He had expected doctor Marcoh to be able to heal Havoc within seconds, granted Havoc could walk and it had only taken a few days but despite this there was still the slight disappointment.
"No, I'm still getting therapy for my legs, balance and strength and all that" Havoc replied, then hastily added,"but it did work relatively quickly, I started therapy only a day or two after Marcoh actually used the stone"
"So will I see straight away do you think or will it even work?" The panic in Roy's voice was well hidden but Havoc could still detect it.
"You'd have to talk to an alchemist about that, I don't know about the truth but it should work" He honestly didn't know what to expect,"maybe Ed or Izumi would know"
When Marcoh had used the stone on him he had first regained feeling then the actual control of his legs developed, it had been a relatively slow recovery compared to what he had expected. As his injury hadn't been caused by alchemy there was a chance that it could be healed more easily than Roy's blindness. Feury entered the room, holding a shining white cane.
"Sir, here's your walking cane" Feury smiled sympathetically as he leant the stick against Mustangs bed,"it's on your left, just feel against the edge of the bed"
The white cane lay innocently inches from Roy's hand.
"I don't want it" he folded his arms.
"What? But the doctors said-"
"I don't want it"
"Sir with all due respect you need it, how else do you expect to get around?" Havoc said, leaning against the doorway,"besides, it's only temporary"
"Hawkeye can help me" On the inside Roy was congratulating himself as Riza would be forced to be with him nearly all the time, even more than normal.
Riza, who had been sitting in her bed beside him looked up sharply,"what?"
"You can help me to get around" he repeated.
"Sir even you must realise that a cane is more practical" Hawkeye said, rolling her eyes.
"I don't even need it, I could navigate headquarters blindfolded" he smirked.
"What difference would that make?" Havoc tapped his cigarette out of the window, suppressing a laugh.
A vein throbbed in Mustangs forehead,"what I am trying to say" he began, his voice a forced calm,"is that I don't see the point in having it if I can rely of you guys"
"I don't think you've been seeing anything recently sir" This time Havoc did laugh as a glass smashed into the wall three feet to his left.