COMMON!?
All because of a damn cold.
Disclaimer; they own the neighborhood, I just rent a house.
"Just give me the diagnosis doc, I can take it, just tell me, is it bad? Come on doc, just give it to me straight, it is isn't it? Is it that serious? Am I going to die?! ANSWER ME PLEASE! HOW LONG DO I HAVE LEFT?!" Edward yowled through a painfully scratchy throat, why won't the doc just tell me?
"Well if you would just give me two seconds to talk," the doctor before him sighed dramatically, and Edward suppressed the urge to strangle him. "I am afraid it seems you have been over extending yourself lately, the stress has lowered your immune system and you have managed to catch-,"
"oooaaahhnngg, is it that bad doc? Will I have enough time to say 'so long' to my loved ones? Will you have to quarantine me? Will you take me away from Al?" Edward interrupted with his ongoing babble. Then a horrifying thought hit his slightly paranoid brain, "will you need to use a…needle? Will you force milk into my veins?!"
"No no, nothing of the sort, you merely have a common cold." The doctor said happily, just a tad too much like Alphonse's, and Edward fought with the urge to strangle the man again.
"A… cold? A common cold? COMMON?! What I have is nothing COMMON! I was barely conscious on the way here my energy is so low! I drool all night because my throat refuses to swallow with out giving me the urge to puke, snot is coming out of my nose so fast and in such large quantities that I am worried I am sneezing up my intestines! And now your calling me SHORT!?"
"I never said any thing about your height…but perhaps it's a very bad common cold? I mean if you have never had a cold before that suggests that your immune system is very strong, but it also means that if it has failed then it will probably take longer for you to get well again." The doc said in a timid voice, cowering in his leather recliner as Edward launched himself with the energy her couldn't find before straight onto the large oak desk and glared down on him, his hands poised to clap.
"Err brother I think we need to go now…"Alphonse's voice sounded from behind them, "Brother, I think your scaring him."
"Nope, he isn't scared…yet." And with that Edward clapped and brought his hands down on the desk, using the momentum to flip backwards and straight out the door with much muttering about; "common cold my ass" and something that sounded suspiciously like 'ducking glass mole.'
Alphonse waved to the doctor, who was now 4 meters in the air and suspended there by a giant needle that pinned his suede jacket to the roof, smiled and ran out after his brother who probably had stuffed tissues up his nose again.
What would brother do without me? Al asked himself as he closed the door behind him and was greeted on the other side by said brother attempting to dislodge said tissues from said nose. Typical.
And all this because of one damn cold.
AN; yea now its gonna get interesting…the bunnies are breeding…someone must remind me to send them to a hunting range or else my other stories are ruined…stupid addictive fluff… and i still have my cold too...