Comment: ...uh, what can I say? I think this is a pretty random chapter (not to mention, badly written chapter), but it does fit. Unfortunately, I've run out of chapters to post since I've edited them all. And the horrors called "summatives" and "ISUs" are preventing me from sleeping properly. So that means no updates for about two weeks... Sorry! But I assure you that I'm posting a new fic on June 11th in honour of Royai day.
Roy was tired of lying on his backside, literally and figuratively. Staying in bed was nice, but when you really couldn't do anything else but stay in bed, it wasn't so great. And it didn't help that Riza threatened to shoot his kneecaps out if he even thought of walking around. So he was stuck on his back.
Heck, he'd even do paperwork just to kill time. Roy groaned.
"Stop with the theatrics, sir. You know you're not supposed to move yet, and there's nothing you can do about it." Riza closed the door behind her.
"Oh Riza, I didn't hear you come in." He gave her a pleading smile. "I've been here forever. Can I at least sit up yet?"
"You've only been here for three weeks and no, you can't."
Roy swore there was a ghost of a smile on her lips. Maybe his theatrics were doing some good.
Riza continued on. "But I have some good news, oh invalid one."
"Hey!"
"You'll be able to leave the hospital soon."
"Really? But–"
"–I have been granted paid leave for an indefinate period of time, so I will be taking care of you."
Somehow, it sounded like more likely that his lieutenant stormed up to the higher-ups and made demands. Well, even if he was still stuck in a bed, he'd finally be away from the constant smell of disinfectant.
"Riza, did you even consider becoming a nurse at one point in your life?"
She stared at him as if he had grown another head. "No, sir."
Roy laughed at her expression. Although Riza made no sound, he knew there was a tiny smile behind her hand.
Wait, Riza? When did Lieutenant Hawkeye become "just Riza" to him?
Prompts: Unknown Past/Before we knew each other