Comments: Sorry for the sporadic updating; things have been hectic and all crazy-like. (Anime North is this weekend! I'm waiting for my friend to bring a Roy plushie back for me.) This one is longer than usual. Riza may be a little OC, but hopefully not. And does anyone else get annoyed when Roy does that quirky emo hand-touching-eyepatch pose?
How long had it been? Roy couldn't tell one day from the next; they blurred together in a haze. Aside from the cocktail of pills and other drugs he had to take every morning (or so it seemed), every day was uneventful. Except, of course, when there were visitors.
Speaking of which, he could hear Hawkeye in the hallway. From the furious click of her boots, she was not very happy.
Riza's voice rose uncharacteristically. "But he's not even close to being better! What is that doctor–?"
The nurse cut her off brusquely. "–That doctor says that the bandages on his head can come off now, therefore, they will come off. Please move, as you are in the way."
Wide-eyed, Roy watched the rapid exchange of words. As quickly as it came, Riza's uncharacteristic outburst faded and she was back to her familiar role as his collected Lieutenant.
He shrank away involuntarily when the sharp blades of the scissors came close to his face.
"Hold still, boy."
With a few deft cuts, the bandages were tugged from his head. There was a sharp intake of breath from Riza.
Roy made an attempt to lighten up the somber mood that was quickly falling over the room. "What was up with that nurse? You'd think she had a stick up her behind."
"Come on, it's not that bad, is it?
She found her shoes very interesting. Her gaze remained fixed at the floor.
The world seemed lopsided. Roy reached for the mirror he knew was beside him. Instead, he felt the sharp edges of the scissors. Hissing under his breath, he pulled his hand away. What was wrong?
Riza finally moved when she heard him curse. She picked up the small hand mirror and held it up.
"Here, sir."
He froze in place. Then he sighed and looked away.
"If you wouldn't mind, would you put that on for me?"
"This, sir?" Riza held up the black eye patch.
"Yeah."
Roy felt her fingertips on his skin. Her hands brushed lightly through his hair as she adjusted the band to sit snugly. When she withdrew her hands, he missed their touch.
"Please excuse me, sir."
She all but ran out of the room. He stared after her, and then fell back onto the pillows.
Just bloody fantastic. He could only see out of his right eye, Edward was possibly dead and his lieutenant was blaming herself for his injuries. Roy touched the large patch of dark cloth, trying in vain to forget the angry, red scars that lay underneath.
Prompts: Side of face, Fingertips