Sorry for the wait! I had actually had this written. I've been working on Taylor's. XD Sorry!

Songs: "Just A Kiss" by Lady Antebellum
"Trying Not To Love You" by Nickelback
"A Team"

"D-damn...c-c-cold," Kenzi uttered as I wrapped the third blanket around her as we waited for the doctor to check us out. Soliders who lived at the fort were more important than people under protective custody. Well, if the doctor saw how she was shivering, he might change that.

She shivered violently as the blizzard raged outside. Under the three blankets was my old red one, and one of my white dress shirts. Having already been told to get out of her warm winter coat we bought. You'd think the blankets would be warmer. Well damn, she really wasn't the one to go to for warm hands when it's cold out. Even my right arm was suffering some, but nothing seemed to compare to Kenzi.

I chuckled. "Any more and we might have to consider investing in learning flame alchemy." I wanted to kick my own ass for even mentioning that bastard Mustang. I already had a feeling Taylor's met his bed, but I wasn't going to tell Kenzi that.

I turned back to Kenzi, who brought her knees to her chest and shiver even more than before. Damn, the doctor really needs to hurry up before Kenzi does become frozen or something.

I sat next to Kenzi, looking to her with a smile. "You look smaller than usual."

Kenzi took the time from shivering to glare at me, showing me the same spark she had back in Central that I longed to see in her eyes again. I chuckled, wondering vaguely if I was the same way when I was younger. "S-Sh-Shut u-up!"

I chuckled, shaking my head. Yeah, she was like me when I was younger for sure. I pulled her into my arms, just fine with my uniform dress shirt on and my pants. I felt her shake even more.

"Damn, where is he?"

After a few more minutes, Kenzi dozing off still shivering, and me growing more impatient as the time went on, the doctor knocked and walked in. He eyed me and her. She was on my lap, facing me, and her head was rested on my shoulder much like a little kid would be. She was still shaking and I sent him a glare before using my left hand to touch her cheek.

"Hey," I said as I used my warmest hand to nudge her awake. "Hey, Kenzi, wake up. Doc's in here."

I felt her twitch awake. "The heat's here?"

I chuckled. "No, but the doctor is."

She sat up straighter and turned, seeing the doctor with his hand on his hip and tapping a clipboard on his thigh. He looked impatient. Well, I was too. He didn't have to witness Kenzi practically go into convulsions from being cold.

"You must be the protective custody case," he said.

"D-D-Damn r-r-right," she said, her voice still shaking. I could see sweat dripping at her hairline. She definitely had a slight fever. It was obvious. I just wondered if the doctor would pick up on it or if I had to beg Armstrong to let us stay in the sick bay while she recovered; if she ever did.

"Your name?"

"McKenzi Lockert," I said for her.

The doctor wrote something down before stepping toward us. "And yours Colonel?"

"Edward Elric," I said impatiently. "Now, no disrespect or anything, but she's shaking like a leaf and honestly getting worse. Got any heat?"

He merely ignored my question, or anything I said besides my name. "Now, I believe the one who is the special case is you, Miss Lockert." He turned to a still-shaking Kenzi. She tried shooting him a glare which ended up being narrowed eyes and a tightening of blankets around her. "I must do a proper examination on you. Please remove the blankets and whatever clothes you have on besides your underwear."

Kenzi's gaze widened. Yeah, this doctor was trying to kill her. I stepped in. "It's already pretty damn obvious she's not doing too well. She's shaking, her skin's cold, and a fever is evident. She was perfectly healthy besides that."

The doctor rolled his eyes with a heavy, annoyed sigh. "You need to shut the hell up, Colonel."

I growled, trying to contain my temper, which was nearing it's blasting moment. "I am her bodyguard." I turned to Kenzi, who looked at me silently, her eyes clearly asking me if she had to. I sighed and nodded. "Don't worry, I'm right here," I said as I turned around to give her privacy.

I turned back around when I heard her shaking voice call my name. It sounded weak, hoarse, and desperate to get away from the doctor. The doctor had already begun his examination, checking out everything from inside her mouth to reflexes; though I was amazed he could get an accurate reflex measurement since her muscles were already twitching.

"Seems as if you were healthy before you came here Miss Lockert."

It was clear to me she flinched when she heard her last name. Even with all the movement she was doing involuntarily. I rolled my eyes, getting frustrated for her, knowing somewhere deep down that she would have already blown on the guy.

"She was," I said, not letting myself say much more with the risk of blowing up on the guy becoming greater.

The doctor looked over to me, his gaze unwavering. Apparently, my tone wasn't as cordial as some would have liked. I was getting impatient.

"Well, Colonel Elric," his tone almost sounded disgusted I was a Colonel at a young age, beating Mustang by years. "It's a good damn thing you wrapped her in something to keep her warm."

"N-N-N-No sh-shit, Sh-Sherlock."

I fought the chuckle as the doctor narrowed his gaze at her. "At any rate, my best guess is that you're running a fever." Now it was my turn to call him an idiot, but I didn't. The last thing I needed was Armstrong riding my ass about it. "As for how violently you're shaking. It could be a mixture between frost bite, hypothermia, and your illness."

Now he's making it sound like she's going to keel over any minute. No wonder she and I hated doctors and Al never inderstood it. They make things sound more complicated than it was. Not to mention they make things sound like you're going to die.

The doctor kept his gaze on her then turned to me. "I'll need to further my exam to find out more with you out of the room." He was trying to be polite about it, but I could sense the sharpness to his voice.

I looked to Kenzi, who seemed to be in an even smaller ball than before, and smiled to her. "I'll be on the other side of the curtain, I promise."
I gave her another reassuring smile, figuring it was better to just use that instead of kissing her like I wanted. When she returned it, I walked behind the curtain, gaining a look from the doctor's assistant. I stood there with my arms crossed, listening in on what was going on, just as I'd done with Alphonse when the doctors asked the same from me.

"Can you feel this?" I heard the doctor ask.

When there was silence, I wondered if she nodded or not. Part of me wanted to look, but the other part of me knew I couldn't.

"How about this?"

"D-D-Damn, y-you're hands a-are c-c-cold! Warm th-those f-f-fuckers up!"

I chuckled, hearing her, relaxing my crossed arms a little. I chuckled a little more when I heard the doctor give an irritated sigh. I didn't know if it was because of her or if it was because of the day.

"You can come back in. I'm done with her," the doctor called.

I turned around, seeing Kenzi put all the layers on in another feeble attempt to get warm. I turned my attention to the doctor, who was writing something down. I kept my gaze on him until he turned to me.

"She's definitely got a fever and slight hypothermia. Frost bite is evident in some places. My suggestion, rest and sleep for the next two days. Bed rest and no getting up except for hygiene needs."
"

You f-f-fucking k-k-kidding me?"

I wrapped my arms around her. "Looks like he isn't."

Which means that I am free from work for once, I thought as my mind flashed images of her body against mine and of her clinging to me. Whenever Al or Winry were sick, I was the teddy bear. I was the one that they snuggled close to for comfort. I wanted the wanted feeling back, and I was going to get it while Kenzi was sick.

I never knew she'd be so warm to the touch yet want more affection when she recovered from a fever. I was definitely the teddy bear for her. She felt awful that she couldn't do much to sweat it out. After hearing a grumbling Armstrong, I could see where she was coming from. I had nearly laid in bed with her the entire time as she sweat out the fever on her own and recovered. Now she was asleep, her heas resting against my chest as I stayed sat up in bed.

I smiled to her, pushing some of her bangs from her eyes. She looked peaceful even when so flushed in the face from the fever that seemed to take it's time breaking. "Enjoy the rest now," I whispered to her, remembering my own time here with Al. "Because when you recover, you and I are going to be put to work. Armstrong's orders, but don't worry too much about it, Kenzi. She wouldn't make you go on hard labor because you're not enlisted like I am."

All she did was move a little, burying her head a little deeper into my chest. I smiled, basking in the feeling of being wanted and relied on again. The feeling was coming more and more the more I spent time with her. I loved it.

I kissed her head occasionally, feeling the temperature on her forehead gradually come down. As much as I love this, I thought as I continued to watch her as the minutes and hours ticked by with hardly any movement from Kenzi, I just want to see her smile again.
I definitely wanted to kiss her more, and hold her. I've wanted that since the hotel room as my mind turned to think about nothing else but McKenzi Lockert.