Told you I would have it up by the end of the week! lol, I finished this in like two hours. My brother and mom went camping and left me with my dad so I have a lot of free time to write this until Monday afternoon, when my brother comes back and steals my computer to play World of Warcraft for five hours straight. So yeah, this is kinda a 4th of July present for everyone, even though it's the 3rd (go ahead and hate me lol). This chapter is kinda a happier, funnier chapter, cause the chapters after this will kinda get serious. Yes, you will find out why this chapter is called walls soon...mwahahahahahaha ^^
Enjoy
Walls
I woke up to groggy darkness; my head feeling like it was filled with rocks. I groaned and tried to move my left arm but it felt as heavy as my head. I couldn't remember anything after counting to the number five; the only thing that I could remember was a dreamless sleep.
After awhile I forced open my eyes, closing them quickly when I saw blinding lights above me. Just the small exposure to light had made my headache badly.
"Ed? You awake?" I heard Mustang's voice on my right, I groaned as his voice triggered a small twinge of pain in my head.
"Yeah, damn my head hurts." I managed to raise my right hand to cover my face as I opened my eyes slowly. I heard him laugh and felt his hand rest comfortingly on my shoulder.
"You look like you have a hangover." I groaned, closing my eyes halfway. After my eye's adjusted to the bright light in the room I turned my head to glare at Mustang.
"Feels like it, is this normal?" I asked, flinching at a small pain in my chest. He smiled slightly.
"Yeah, they said it would last for twenty minutes or so."
"Damn, twenty minutes?"
"Don't make me repeat myself, you just had a massive surgery of course your going to be groggy and weak from the painkillers their giving you."
I sighed, turning my head from Mustang to look at my left arm. Of course there was an IV attached to the bend in my arm, probably filled with tons of painkillers. Then I remembered why I had the surgery in the first place.
"Is it out?" I asked simply, turning my head from my arm, just looking at the needle imbedded in my arm made me feel sick.
"It's out and we'll know in a day or two if it's malignant or benign." Mustang gently removed my automail hand from my head and held it in his hands. I closed my eyes, not exactly tired but not fully awake yet.
"That's what my mom used to do when Al and I were sick…"
"What?"
"Hold our hand like that; sometimes she would even hum a song to us."
"What song?"
"I don't know, some sort of lullaby, speaking of Al where is he?" I looked around the room, looking for the suit of armor that was my brother. I knew I would be able to see him in this room; he would stand out against the white walls and floor.
"He's in the waiting room telling Hawkeye about your current condition." He sighed slightly, "They both might be in soon, if you want so many people in your room."
"I don't care; they'll add some color to this damn room. Why can't hospitals have red walls or something?" I heard Mustang laugh slightly and I smiled.
"Why red?"
"Red is an awesome color, it stands out. If you don't want the walls to be red then paint them blue or purple, just anything other than fucking white."
"In children's hospitals they paint the walls with bright colors. Sometimes if you're lucky you'll get a room with little fish painted on the walls."
"Are you saying that I should be in the children's hospital?"
"Maybe, the walls aren't 'fucking white' there."
"But I'm not a little kid, I don't want a room painted ocean blue with drawings of fish on it."
"You're the one who said he wanted the room red."
"Shut up." I smiled slightly; it felt good to be arguing with colonel dumbass again, at least he wasn't treating me like a sick little kid. But I knew that could change any moment, once the test results came back I would be treated like that for a couple months or be allowed to leave the hospital without an IV and oxygen mask attached to me.
Suddenly the door opened, I knew it was Al and Hawkeye, since the doctors normally knocked before barging into a room. The large suit of armor entered first, moving slowly as though he thought I was still sleeping.
"You can make all the noise you want, I'm awake now!" I shouted, making Al jump slightly, I laughed as his head almost broke a hole in the ceiling.
"Big brother." Al ran to my side, holding my left hand carefully in his large metal hands, "thank goodness you're awake."
"Why how long was I out?"
"I don't know, around seven hours after surgery. That stuff they gave you must have been strong."
"It sure as hell was." I smiled and watched as Hawkeye entered the room, more formal than Al's entrance had been.
"Hello colonel Mustang." She nodded in his direction and saluted. Mustang laughed slightly.
"Hawkeye, you don't have to be so serious. It's not like I'll report you for not saluting me."
"Sorry sir, habit." Hawkeye blushed slightly and walked to stand next to him, looking at me with gentle brown eyes. "I heard about your condition, I really hope you get well soon."
"Same." I sighed and leaned back into the bed, looking at the white wall on the other side of the room, lost in thought.
"What happens if it's malignant? What do I do then? They won't make me stay in the hospital will they?" I couldn't stop the questions from pouring out of my mouth. I looked away from the wall to look at Mustang and Hawkeye.
"If it's malignant then you come back to the hospital twice a month for four to six months. If that's the case you'll stay with me." I gaped at Mustang, shocked by how much he knew about my condition and that he was allowing me to live with him.
"Why do I have to stay with you?"
"Because I know the most about your condition, while you've been sleeping I've asked the doctors about lung cancer and its treatment. I'm practically and expert on this now."
I glared and looked at Al, kinda hoping he would disagree to this arrangement. "What do you think Al, if you're okay with it then so am I."
"I think it would be the best thing for you, but remember that is if the cancer is malignant, there is a chance that this won't happen."
"I know, but we still need to think of all the options." I sighed and turned my head to glare at Mustang again, "So I guess if I have cancer I'm staying with you."
"Yep, don't worry. My walls aren't hospital white."
"What color are they?"
"Why do you care so much on the color of my walls?"
"Because I don't want to be stuck in a house with some crazy colored walls, like bright yellow or something."
"They're tan, is that okay for you."
"Yeah, I would prefer red though."
"Again with the red…"
"Red is an awesome color! I thought you would like it mister flame alchemist, since it is the color of fire."
"I don't want my house to look like I set it on fire."
"When I get a house of my own the walls are going to be red, no white hospital walls."
I heard Mustang laugh, amused by my obsession with the color red. Even Al and Hawkeye began laughing, eventually I joined in.
Might as well laugh before I found out if I had cancer or not.
Yes, because everyone needs to know the color of someone's walls. My friends used to ask me that at lunch (as well as ask the color of my bathtub, which is blue by the way lol) yeah, my friends and I are weird like that. So I hope you liked it, I just took my happy pills and I'm hyper and laughing at nothing, so I wanted to make something uber random so I did. I iz evil like that mwahahahahaha, lol just kidding, I'm not really really evil, only really evil ^^
Hope you liked it and thank you for 15 reviews! I want to get to 20, since 20 is a cool number like that, but not as cool as the number 27...*goes on and on about things better than the number 20*
Yeah, so review, favorite and stuff. ^^
