Comments: The chapter title sounds so tragic when "awakening" has a capital A. Anyhow, on to the story!
He was there. Pale, bandaged and badly hurt, but still there. Riza sat down in the hard chair beside the bed. She took his hand as gently as she could.
If she let go, would he disappear again?
"Never again, Roy. You're an idiot…"
There was a light pressure on her fingers. Brief, but it was there.
Riza turned her head and stared wide-eyed at Roy. He was still unconscious.
The clock read midnight. Riza leaned back in the chair, frowning when it creaked.
She would wait for him and would be there when he woke up.
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Roy was groggy and disoriented when he woke up. It was like a hangover, only ten times worse. He opened his eyes and stared up. Ceiling tiles spun danced around crazily and he closed his eyes quickly.
He felt a swath of bandages on the left side of his face. And around his chest, on the other side of his face, around his head and who knows where else?
Then he noticed her. His hand was curiously warm.
"…Riza?" He hated the way his voice rasped.
She blinked, startled by his voice. "Roy, you shouldn't be awake yet. Please…go back to sleep."
The watery moonlight filtered though the window and across the room. It made her look drawn and sad; he didn't like it. She looked near exhaustion. Had she slept at all?
Roy scrunched his nose. It hurt to think.
He attempted his suave grin, but grimaced slightly. Okay, so he couldn't do that just yet.
"…I'm okay, Riza."
Roy felt the pull of drowsiness and stopped fighting. He tumbled back into sleep and dreamed of her.
Prompts: All night vigil/Sleepless night, Awakening