Chapter Twelve
Ed was supposed to be staying with Roy for the next couple of days. He'd been cleared by the hospital, but Roy just wanted to be sure, and he knew that Ed didn't want to be left alone, as much as the blonde didn't want to admit it. He went and picked the teen up from the hospital two days after he'd been admitted and took him to his house. It was early in the morning when he got him, nearly four thirty AM. Roy had to do it early because he was working overtime that night, starting from six in the morning to past midnight.
He brought Ed to his house, showed him where everything was, set up the guest bedroom for him, and by then he had to rush to get out of the house in time for work. He apologized for the rush, spent ten whole minutes making sure Ed would be okay, and then left. He'd most likely be late. The entire morning went by in a rush. Then Roy left, and everything seemed so empty without him.
Ed sat in the living room, noticing the sudden silence that took over the house. He didn't like it. The time on the clock said nine AM. He needed something to do. Sitting here doing nothing made him feel impatient. He turned on the TV, not so much to watch it but just to have some kind of noise in the house, then left the living room. He explored the entire house, learning where pretty much everything was.
Roy's bedroom. Lots of stuff under the bed, lots of junk on the nightstands. He organized it all, made the bed, and left. He did the same for the guest bedroom. The bathroom was pretty organized already. He opened up the cabinet over the sink. Medicines; Ibuprofen, Band-Aids, hydrogen peroxide, a box of condoms. He made a face and pulled those out. The box was mostly empty. "Womanizer." He murmured under his breath, rolling his golden eyes and tossing the box behind himself with the flick of a wrist. He heard it go inside the empty garbage can across the room, hitting the bottom of the small metallic bin with a hollow thunk.
He killed a couple hours doing that. By the time he found himself in the living room again, he sun was starting to set. He checked the time. Six forty-four PM. He remembered that he hadn't eaten anything all day. He wasn't hungry, but going a whole day without eating probably wasn't healthy. He went into the kitchen, already knowing where everything was. He opened the fridge and grabbed a bottle of pop, finding the cups in a cabinet near the sink. Placing a cup on the counter, he picked up the bottle and opened the cap.
He felt someone tap his shoulder, "Hey, boss."
Ed gasped at the sudden contact, the bottle slipping out of his hands and onto the floor as he whirled around, golden eyes widened in fear. "Don't scare me like that!" he exclaimed, seeing that it was just Havoc. He looked out to the hall. The front door was still open.
"Sorry, the Colonel told me to come check up on you." The older blonde replied, "You okay? You look really on edge."
Ed sighed, long and loud, placing a hand on his chest. His heart was racing, his chest heaving up and down like he'd practically ran a mile. "I'm fine. Don't worry about it."