for some reason i always type havoc as havoc in third person instead of jean... breda too... oh well...

Riza was getting the documentation ready to put into a briefcase to take to the hospital when the phone rang. She leaned over the desk to answer it.

"Colonel Mustang's office, Hawkeye speaking."

"Hey, Hawkeye, it's Edward."

"Oh, hello Ed. Thanks for checking on the Colonel for me. If you hadn't then I don't know what would have happened. I'm actually going to the hospital in just a moment so-"

"The Colonel's gone."

Riza was silent for a moment. "He's dead?"

"What? No! No, sorry. Wrong word. I meant he's not at the hospital anymore. I'm… not sure where he went actually."

"How did he get out?" she asked, already knowing the answer.

"Brother let him go!" she heard from the background of the phone.

"I didn't let him go, I permitted him to leave without supervision… Besides, I had to."

Riza frowned. "Why?"

"Hawkeye, is there any way you could give me the place where Mustang was doing the assignment he just had? I have some questions I need to ask them-"

"Ed thinks the Colonel is turning into a werewolf."

"Al!"

"A werewolf?"

"Not necessarily… but yeah…"

"That seems a little out of the ordinary for you to think that."

"The only reason I think it could even be plausible is because of what I heard they were doing to the wolves. They were feeding them things that were alchemically altered as well as drinking water and other things. If they have bio-alchemy in their blood stream or bodies in general, then there's a high possibility it could be contagious, for lack of a better term."

Riza frowned. "So you think that the alchemy in the wolves may have gotten into the Colonel and could be changing him?"

"I don't know… it's a theory but it would explain some things…"

"I'll bring the file and see what I can find. I have to bring the report to the doctor anyway so… You're sure you don't know where he went?"

"He didn't really tell me where he was going. He was just pissed off that I was trying to make him stay."

"Well stay at the hospital, I'm on my way."

"Right."

Riza grabbed the other things she needed and then went out the door.

Roy stumbled up the stairs for the third time on his way up but caught onto the railing. He was practically pulling himself up the stairs with his one good arm. The other arm was throbbing, pulsing like it had a mind of its own. He finally got to the door and banged on it, waiting. When no one answered he banged on it again and a mumble came from the other side of the door. The door opened and Havoc looked at Roy, running his fingers through his hair.

"Colonel…" he asked in surprise. "What are you-"

"You have a two bedroom, right? You were supposed to house with a buddy?"

"Uh… yeah, but Iska isn't even in Central anymore-"

"Good." He said, barreling into the small apartment.

He quickly figured out Havoc's room and went into the second room. There was a small cot and unused weights but it would be enough for him.

Havoc watched his superior walk listlessly around, looking at his humble abode and yet seeming to not all at the same time. Roy nodded at the spare bedroom and then turned to Havoc.

"Do you have a first aid kit?"

"Uh, yeah…"

"May I use it? I need to patch up a bit of an issue."

Havoc nodded and went to get the kit as Roy wobbled his way to the couch. He started to move his arm to look at it and realized it was shaking horribly. He reached out to touch it when Havoc came back.

"Here," he said, holding out the kit. He caught sight of Roy's arm and frowned. "What happened? Is that why you weren't in the office for two days?"

"Partly…" he said, trying to open up the kit but failing miserably. "Help me out, Havoc, don't just fucking sit there like a bump on a long." He snarled.

Havoc jumped at the sudden expletive as well as anger seeming to seethe off his words. He opened the kit and Roy rummaged around for a second.

"Where's the damned antibiotic?" he grumbled.

Havoc snatched the kit from his superior and the look Roy gave him was murderous. Despite the visual threats, Havoc started looking in the kit himself.

"What are you looking for? I can get it for you a lot faster."

"Antibiotic, gauze, wrapping… anything that will heal wounds."

Havoc found what he could and held out his hand.

"Give me your arm, I'll help you."

"I don't want your damned help!" Roy snarled, seeming to shrink into the edge of the couch. "I can do it myself."

"True but you won't be successful. You look like you're about to pass out and you're shaking. It would be beneficial for both of us if I did it."

Roy looked at him for a second, his eyes seeming lost for a moment, but then he scooted next to Havoc and presented his arm. Havoc began to unwrap the arm.

"Holy shit, Colonel… What happened? Why aren't you in the hospital?"

"I got bit by a wolf, remember? Pay attention when I speak to you, Lieutenant."

Havoc sighed but continued unwrapping the wound and gagged when the bandages came off completely.

"Oh god…" Havoc said, trying not to vomit. "Colonel-"

"Just wrap it up, Lieutenant." He growled, looking away.

Havoc gulped but set about getting some cotton balls and then got up, going to a decanter on the table. He grabbed a glass and then poured some of it into it, throwing a few cotton balls in there. After a few moments, he lifted one out and breathed in a little.

"I'm going to let you know right now that this will hurt like a bitch."

"Fine."

Havoc breathed in again and stuck the cotton ball on the festering flesh. Roy grabbed hold of Havoc's leg as he tried not to punch his subordinate in the face as Havoc moved the cotton ball around to deliver a smooth coating. He did it again with all the cotton balls and then found the ointment. As he treated the wound, he noticed that Roy was swaying and his eyes were fluttering. He wanted to call the hospital but he had a bad feeling Roy would leave if he did. He didn't want his superior to pass out but if he didn't, Roy would be on to him and of course, leave.

Havoc finished treating the wound as best as he could and began to wrap it.

"Why don't you stay here for a bit? You look like you're about to pass out."

"That was my plan." Roy mumbled.

"Passing out or staying here?"

"Both."

Havoc smiled as he finished wrapping the wound.

"You really need to go to the hospital, Colonel."

"I don't want to. It's their fault for my arm looking like it does in the first place. He misdiagnosed it and now it's spreading."

"Then go to the clinic or something. I'll take you-"

"Not right now, Havoc… I'm tired. Maybe when I wake up." He said, trying to get up.

He tried multiple times to get up from the couch but ended up falling. Havoc stood up and grabbed his good arm, pulling him up. He leaned on his friend and Havoc took him to the spare bedroom.

"I'll make a deal with you, Colonel: you can stay for the night but if by the time I go to bed you have gotten worse, you will go to the hospital. Understand?"

"I guess…"

Havoc took him into the room and laid him down. Roy fell asleep immediately.

Havoc hadn't told Roy that he was off because he was sick so when he took care of Roy and got him to bed, he went and laid on the couch, passing out due to medicine. He slept through the day, unaware that Roy was getting worse by the second. It wasn't until the phone rang later that night that Havoc seemed to wake up and threw his arm over his shoulder to grab the phone.

"Letinet Hvc…" he mumbled into the phone.

"Jean? Are you alright?"

"Yeah… just woke up…"

"I was making sure you were alright. You don't usually leave work unless you're sick and when you didn't come in today…"

"I'm alright, Breda, you don't have to act like my mother…"

Breda laughed. "Your mother would kill me if she knew I had let something happen to you… Have you seen the Colonel? Hawkeye said that he was in the hospital due to that wolf bite but that he left and didn't tell anyone where he was."

"Yeah, I know where he is. He's in my spare bedroom."

"What the hell?! Why didn't you call anyone?"

"Because he would have killed me."

"Havoc…"

"Well that's no excuse. From what Hawkeye said the doctors said, his wound is spreading quickly-"

"Havoc."

"-and his arm could rot off. Or something like that. He needs to get to the hospital immediately."

"Havoc."

Havoc hadn't realized someone else was talking and turned over, seeing Roy standing next to him. Havoc dropped the phone and stood up quickly, grabbing Roy's shoulders before he fell over, shaking violently in Havoc's arms.

"I… I th-think I need to g-go to the hosp-pital now…"

"NO SHIT!" Havoc screamed, grabbing the receiver. "Breda, get someone to my apartment now! It's the Colonel!"

"Right!"

He hung up and Havoc held Roy tightly as he continued to seizure, his eyes rolling back into his head and his body shaking in his arms. He regretted not making Roy go to the hospital earlier that day… He hoped he didn't cause serious damage to his superior.

like havoc said, no shit colonel. it's a bit late now for regrets on both parties. and made you look. i bet yall thought he was going to maes' house didn't you?