It had been a couple of days since the wolf incident and Roy was ready to truly assess the damage of his arm. He had to keep it covered so it wouldn't get any infection in it but he wanted to see now what it looked like. He took the bandage off and was furious at the amount of damage that was there. He hadn't realized it when he was getting it tended to (since he had been answering questions from the nurse) and seeing it now made him even angrier. It was a wonder he could move his arm, let alone the muscles in his forearm still worked.
There wasn't just puncture wounds of teeth but it was sliced open like the wolf had been trying to rip off his skin, which is a pretty good guesstimation. There were long scars on his arm that were colored in deep bruises and healing skin. He wondered how he had kept the arm and hadn't been in that much pain earlier. Then again, he had been so angry and was running on adrenaline…
"No wonder it hurt so much the second night…" he said to himself as he pulled out the ointment that he had bought.
He squeezed some onto his fingers and lathered the wounds with it. It stung and his arm twitched in pain but he endured it, having been through wars before. This was no different than shrapnel… at least it was in the arm and not in the torso. He hissed in pain with every touch of the ointment until he finally got it all covered. Once done, he covered it with a bandage and headed to work.
Edward walked into Roy's office as Roy looked up.
"Fullmetal." He said softly.
"Here's my report on the assignment I was on."
"Late, as usual. I needed this two days ago." He said with a lift of his eyebrow as he took it anyway.
Edward shrugged. "Some stuff came up."
Roy nodded and then grimaced, touching his arm.
"You alright?" Edward asked in concern.
"I got bit by a wolf the other day on an assignment of my own."
"What were they doing with wolves?"
"Something to do with using them as a way of stealth and bioalchemy and stupid stuff that seemed like a waste of time and money. I wasn't really interested in it and was going to put in my report that it was a waste of the military's efforts to put forth anything toward the project. That's when Shiro Kiba attacked me."
"Shiro Kiba?"
"The name of the large white wolf that bit me. Either way, I ended up with this bite on my forearm that was much worse than the doctor said it was. I'm pretty pissed about that information."
"Didn't you know what it looked like?" Edward asked with a look.
"I was too busy trying to keep the wolf from getting to my face and then I was too busy answering questions about the attack that by the time my attention was drawn back to the wound, the doctor had lathered it with ointment and wrapped it in a bandage. I just looked at it today and it's terrible. I could have lost the use of my hand or something."
Edward turned his head a little at his superior.
"You're looking a little pale, Colonel."
"Nonsense, I'm fine."
"Have you looked in the mirror? You look like you're sick."
"I'm sure I'm fine." He said, trying to drop the subject by going back to paperwork.
Edward knew his superior well enough and paperwork was not more important than not doing paperwork.
"Colonel, stop acting like a baby and please take a look in the mirror. If you get any paler you'll fall out on the floor."
"Shut it, Fullmetal. I'm fine. What did you want besides giving me your report and pestering me about my skin complexion?" Roy grumbled, looking back at his subordinate.
Edward frowned and stood up.
"Nothing… See you then."
Edward left and Roy sighed, feeling so tired. He didn't want to do what Edward had asked but he could feel himself getting fatigued and getting cold, which meant low blood pressure. He looked at the couch and then the paperwork on his desk. He then looked at the clock and looked at the door. Hmm… a little nap and then back to work, I think. he thought as he got up. He locked the office door, drew the blinds, and laid down on the couch.
The sound of pounding woke Roy up from his slumber as he opened his eyes. He looked around for a moment, temporarily forgetting where he was, and then realized it was dark outside. He had slept far longer than he had wanted to.
"Colonel! Open up in there or I will shoot off the doorknob!" he heard Riza growl from behind his door.
He got up, dizzy, and made his way to the door. He was a little surprised to see Riza having had stepped back and had aimed her pistol at the doorknob. Scratching his head, Roy looked at her.
"What the hell, Hawkeye? Were you really going to shoot my doorknob off?"
"You haven't answered in almost four hours, sir. I got impatient and anxious. Forgive me." She said, holstering her weapon. "What were you doing in there?"
"Uh… sleeping…"
"I thought as much. Why don't you just go home, sir?"
"I have stuff I have to do."
"You also have a body that looks like a stampede of horses just ran over it. You look like you're about to fall over, you're pale, and look like you're in a lot of pain. It's probably time to take your pain medicine."
"Probably."
"Do you need me to drive you home, sir?"
"I think that might be a good idea."
They left the office and headed to the car.
On the way to Roy's home, Riza looked in the backseat as Roy leaned against the window, looking as if he were in a daze and not really looking at anything. Riza stopped the car and got out, opening the door. Roy almost fell out but Riza caught him and he seemed to come to, looking at her.
"Do you want to stay at your house alone, Colonel?"
"Yeah… I just need some sleep."
"You need to go back to the hospital. I didn't see it but I can see what the wound is doing to you."
"I'll be fine. Just a little fever. It'll pass."
"It's not just a little fever, sir…"
"Are you a doctor, Hawkeye?" he hissed, looking at her angrily. "Because every time I say something, you tell me that I'm wrong."
Riza breathed in. "Colonel, you're not a doctor either. Just because it's on your body doesn't mean you know exactly what's happening to it."
"I'll be fine. Let me go."
He snatched his arm away from her and walked to the door of his apartment. He leaned against it, pulling out his keys from his pocket and unlocked the door. He could barely get the keys on the hook next to the door and close the door, for the pain was becoming unbearable. He tried to open the bottle for the pills but he was shaking from pain so much that he ended up on the couch. He curled up on himself in agonizing pain and tried to do the next best thing and that was sleep.
oh yeah, he'll be fine... *eyeroll*