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She didn't quite realize how injured she was.

Her neck had been slit, so that's where the epicenter of pain was but it wasn't until she was lying in her hospital bed all bandaged up that all of her minor injuries started to ache. Everything felt sore, especially her lower back, it hurt just to move to a sitting position. The painkillers really weren't doing their job. She had suffered a handful of injuries in her lifetime but this had to be the worst of it. She would probably be lying in bed for at least another couple of weeks.

She glanced to her side. Roy was still lying there even though his injuries had not been as bad as hers. He was healing relatively quickly, he still had trouble moving his fingers and of course there was the fact that he couldn't see but she was still glad that he was alive and well. He agreed to let his sight be healed with the Philosopher's stone as soon as Havoc got here, but that wouldn't be for another day or so.

She shifted awkwardly in bed; there was no position that seemed to cause her no pain at all. She had barely slept for the past week and it was finally starting to get to her. She heard Roy shift in his own bed.

"Lieutenant, are you awake?"

She hadn't adjusted herself quietly enough. "Yes sir."

"Ah, I'm having trouble sleeping as well."

Silence filled the room until she heard the loud squeak from Roy's bed and tilted her eyes to the side far enough to see his figure standing up.

"Sir, you really shouldn't be getting up."

"Nonsense, I'm feeling in almost tip-top shape right now and—augh!" There was a crash followed by unintelligible curses being muttered from Roy's mouth.

"Who put that... thing there?!" he barked.

"Sir that was a stool and it's been there since we got here." He had been surprisingly good at sensing his surroundings thus far, somehow managing to know where she was at all times, even if she hadn't said anything. There was even one occasion in which he put his hand on hers and she didn't know how he knew where she placed it. Stools however, seemed to be more of a mystery to him.

After he finally stopped clutching his knee and the muttering subsided he continued, more cautiously this time, towards Hawkeye's bed.

He felt around on the surface before deciding it was safe to sit. "How are you feeling Hawkeye?"

"Could be better, sir." She decided to tilt her neck up to get a better look at his face, trying to ignore the apparent twinge in her neck as she did so.

He mindlessly started drawing tiny circles on her kneecap with his finger. "You know, I actually requested we stay in the same room and bed, there were so many soldiers coming in with worse injuries and I was worried that there would be a shortage... I guess they decided that we needed two beds instead. At least we got to share a room."

"I believe our current situation is for the best." Did he really request that? I hope the nurses didn't interpret that in the wrong way, this man really didn't use his brain sometimes. She cringed at the thought of sharing a bed with Mustang, his limbs casually colliding with hers in the middle of the night, causing her unwarranted pain.

"Well, since the nurse's aren't here, maybe I could just lie here, for a bit, perhaps I could help you... relax."

She hoped he could feel her glaring into his blank eyes. She tried to think of something to say to stop him but she couldn't think of anything before she felt him trying to lie down beside her. His fingers trailed up and down her body and tried to place a soft kiss against her cheek. He missed entirely and his lips ended up grazing the heavy gauze wrapped around her neck. She involuntarily took a sharp breath and he pulled away almost instantly.

"Are you okay?"

"Sir that was my neck, I happen to be injured there."

"Sorry, I thought... I mean I know-"

"I think it would be best if you slept in your own bed."

The expression on his face was a mixture of disappointment and grief that made her heart churn just a bit.

"Wait Riza, I promise I won't hurt you again, I have an idea!"

She almost thought she saw his eyes light up as he said this, and it made her feel uneasy right to her core, she was afraid to ask. "What's your idea sir?"

He quirked an eyebrow, "How about I make you feel so much pleasure that you forget about the pain?"

The expression on her face resembled one she gave the Elric's one time when they asked her how old she was. He obviously couldn't see her and he just stared at her with that stupid shit-eating grin on his face.

"Huh Riza, what do you say?" At this he felt around and tried to latch his hand around her chest, but not all of his fingers were bending the way he wanted them to and she could see his eyebrow furrow in frustration.

She obviously had to be clearer about her answer so she responded to his actions with a firm kick to the shin. Her body would probably be complaining in the morning but at this point she decided her venting took precedence.

"Ow, Riza! What the hell was that for?!"

She replied to that with another blow to his shin. Funny, it almost felt therapeutic. She decided that her painkillers were finally kicking in and making her mildly loopy, but she didn't care. She'd rather be a part-time sadist than let Roy have his way with her and possibly damage something permanently in the process.

"Okay Riza I get it, I'm going back to my bed!" He scrambled to his feet before she was able to get in another blow.

She hadn't even settled herself back in when she heard a familiar crash and curses flying freely from Roy's mouth.

"Who put this stool here?!"