A/N: So then I got EVEN SICKER and had insomnia on top of it, so now Ed's thick. I guess the best thing to do is consider this a sequel to Long Night; a week later, Roy has to take care of Ed. My poor boys.

Warnings: Fluuuuuuff, at least 90% of it being entirely Roy's fault.

Disclaimer: Honestly, I'm pretty sure if I DID own any of these characters, the manga would have just consisted of the characters taking care of each other while they were ill.

Summary: Ed caught Roy's flu. He's a little bit upset about this.


Long Night 2

"Darling," Roy's voice called softly from the other side of the fog filling his head, and Ed moaned back. He didn't know where Roy came up with this ridiculous habit of giving Ed pet names, but the man's so sappy he's decided to roll with it, mostly out of fear that whatever he came up with next would be worse. He's not appreciating the names right now, though. He doesn't feel like anyone's "darling" or "dear" or even "love"; he feels like death.

"Darling," Roy said again, a little louder this time, and with a tinge of worry that Ed would feel guilty for not responding to. "I know I'm late, but I brought you medicine, and soup from that place you like."

Ed moaned again, a little more pathetically, but then obligingly rolled onto his back. Opening his eyes was another matter entirely, as they currently felt like they had tiny anvils weighing them down, but he managed to pry his eyelids apart eventually. He stared blearily up at Roy's blurry face, which smiled at him. A hand gently smoothed Ed's bangs out of his eyes, and the only reason they stayed there was that they were caked with sweat.

"Hello, beautiful," Roy purred, which was so many levels of bullshit just then that Ed wouldn't have had the words to describe it even if he could think clearly. He helped Ed maneuver himself into a seated position, then left Ed panting against the headboard as he retrieved whatever passed as medicine in his crazy head. He held a tiny plastic cup up to Ed's lips, patiently waited for Ed to make the disgusted expression that he couldn't repress—he wouldn't drink this shit at all if he thought he'd be able to swallow a pill—and then tipped the disgusting syrup into Ed's mouth. Ed swallowed it painfully, smacking his lips together a few times as if it'd get the taste of his mouth, and then glared balefully up at his boyfriend.

"I hate you," he rasped, voice barely over a whisper.

"I know, love," Roy said gently, soothingly, and Ed was so going to smack him as soon as he could lift his arm again. "But you're the one who decided he could take care of me and Harry because you've, and I quote, never been sick a day in your life."

"Fuck you," Ed said.

"Not in this state, darling," Roy replied, one perfect eyebrow lifting in amusement. "I don't think it would be a pleasant experience for either one of us."

Ed wished, spitefully, that he could get Roy sick again with this flu. Bastard would deserve it.

"Do you feel up to eating some soup now?" Roy asked. "Or will it still come back up with a vengeance?"

"Gimmee," Ed barely muttered.

Roy smiled and presented the little Styrofoam bowl to Ed, along with a plastic spoon. Ed eyed it hungrily, not having eaten since the last time he threw up, and Roy smiled fondly down at him. It was fucking humiliating having Roy spoon-feed him, but somehow still a ton better than making an impossibly huge mess attempting to feed himself, so Ed put up with it with only the barest grumbling.

When Ed was done, Roy held a glass of water to his lips, which was so cold and refreshing Ed could have cried from happiness. Then he helped Ed lie down again, tucking the covers in around him, and gave Ed the barest hint of a kiss.

"Love you," Ed murmured sleepily, ready to pass out again. He didn't need to see Roy's smile as he leant over and kissed Ed once on his heavy eyelid and once on his jaw.

"I love you too, Ed," he whispered. "Get some sleep and recover soon, love."

Ed made a sleepy noise of agreement, then raised an uncoordinated arm at Roy until he could get his weak grip on the front of his uniform jacket.

"Stay," he whispered. Roy smiled again as he pulled away to throw off most of his uniform. Ed watched him, wishing like hell that he wasn't too sick to enjoy the view, then turned to curl up in Roy's arms when the taller man slid under the covers with him.

"Forever," Roy said softly, the gigantic ball of sap, and Ed just barely managed to make a contented sound before he drifted back into an uncomfortable sleep.


A/N: Yeah so the main story may be on hold for a little while as I recover from my probably-a-cold while working nine days straight, but at least in the meantime we have fluffy comfort fic?