A/N: This is for tomorrow. I had time today. Enjoy! ;)

Sick day

Roy knocked on the door. No answer. "Fullmetal? Edward!" No answer. "Edward, let me in or I'm coming in. You can't just skip out on work like that." The silence was irritating. Roy let himself in the door, taking his coat and boots off immediately.

"Edward? Where are you?' Apartment was still a mess. Should be an interesting day when they clean it. Roy looked around the empty first room, slightly curious. "Edward, are you here?" Still nothing. Roy began walking around the so-far empty apartment. Eventually, he found a closed door. Further investigation led to the blond. He was laying on his bed, half covered by a sheet. His face was buried in his pillow and he looked asleep. Roy couldn't help but smirk. Edward, in red plaid boxers, right leg covered by a sheet that then twisted and went partially up his back. His automail reflected the sunlight streaming between the blinds. He looked so disheveled, but so at peace. His hair was unbraided and lay about him.

Roy marveled at the sight of Ed's scars and injuries. The amount such a small boy had to deal with. "Edward… are you asleep?" The boy's head moved back and forth slightly, golden hair falling about.

"I was hoping you'd leave…" He sounded asleep, slurring his words together.

"I didn't think you were serious when you called in sick today."

"Mhm…" Roy walked over, fixing the sheet on his small, toned body.

"If you were sick enough to not go to work, you should be taking care of yourself here."

Edward let out a small groan. "It's too hot for that."

"Edward, it's freezing in here." Roy picked up a blanket strewn across the floor and laid it on top of the sheet. He received no resistance. Roy left, making his way to the kitchen and raiding the pantry. Soup. Good. When he returned, Edward hadn't moved.

"Here. I made you something…"

"Not hungry…" Roy stopped in his tracks. Edward must be sick, to turn down food.

"You sure?" Blond hair adjusted to the head nod. Roy walked over, placing the bowl on a nightstand. Roy reached down and found Ed's forehead. Warm. "Edward, I'm off work. I've got no where to be, you know…"

"Mhm…"

Roy pinched the bridge of his nose. "Have you eaten at all today?"

"Mhmh" Edward was shaking his head slightly. The boy had to eat eventually. Roy went over to the window, pulling up the blinds.

"Rise and shine, sleepy head."

"Fuck off, you bastard!" Edward pulled the pillow over his head. Roy smirked. He's a little more awake now.

"Gee, I love you too." The lack of a response made Roy sigh. "You've gotta eat, Ed."

"Go away."

"Nah." He walked over to the bed, pulling the pillow off the boys head. "C'mon Ed. Just one bowl of soup." Edward rolled over, his golden eyes staring up into the ever-persistent raven black ones. There was hatred burning in them. His face looked sickly too. On the pale side with bags under his eyes. He was exhausted.

Roy kept a straight face, taking the bowl of soup into his hands and offering it to Edward. Edward gave in after a moment and sat himself up, the blankets falling off his chest and laying across his lap. Roy handed the soup over and sat on the edge of Ed's bed. Ed stared the soup down for a minute or two until he sighed, beginning to eat the soup. Once he'd started eating, Edward was feeling better already; scarfing the soup down as if it'd disappear before he'd finish. Roy smiled, watching him.

He finished, bringing the bowl down and wiping his mouth with his left arm. He gave the bowl back to Roy, who took it and reset it on the nightstand. "Feeling better?"

Edward coughed into his elbow before giving a small nod. "Something like that." Roy smirked and Ed just looked at him for a moment. "You should leave before you catch whatever I've got…"

"Not too worried."

"Really? Missing work isn't the way to get to the top, Colonel…" Roy smirked slightly, acknowledging the fact.

"I've got more than enough sick days stored up just in case. I could afford one or two. Besides," He looks at Edward who has no issues sitting shirtless in the open air. "If I don't take care of you, you'll never get better. You're certainly not taking care of yourself." Ed blinked, momentarily confused. Understanding dawned on him and he laid back down, pulling the blankets back over his head. "Ed, that's not what I meant."

"I know." He remained.

The two sat in silence for a while until Roy stood to go and close the blind.

"Are you leaving already?"

"Didn't you just tell me to go a while ago?"

"Well, yeah. But you never listen to me…" Edward was staring at Roy, the blankets off his head again.

"Don't say that. I listen." Ed said nothing to the matter, he just kept his golden eyes glued to his mysterious superior's. "Do you want me to leave or not?…" Ed shrugged, the blankets falling down an inch. "Well I'm only here to take care of you while you're sick, so you should lay back down and get some more sleep." Edward gave a small nod, laying back down. Roy walked over, re-adjusting the blankets over him. "I'll be here when you wake up." Edward gave a small nod, his golden irises disappearing from sight as his mind drifted.

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