Post by amaya on Oct 26, 2005 21:36:02 GMT -5
Rated: K
Summary: Ed enjoys the first snow only to feel its bite and becomes ill (i hate that word...but sick doesn't sound good)
X3 I love FMA…..it brings much joy into my life. I hope this fic works…I was inspired when I saw it was snowing outside. - - Stupid cold weather.
The snow drifted down and clung to the cold ground. A thin layer of tremulous white spread across Central. Ed stared up into the sky, gathering the cold snowflakes on his face. The cold air bit at his nose, and turned his cheeks a rosy red. Once he had gathered enough snow on his face, he shook it off, deciding that it was a little too cold to keep.
“I can never get enough snow,” Ed stated as a smile spread across his face. While there was a smile gracing his lips, a sorrow filled his eyes. “Al would always play in the snow with me…” he recalled his childhood. He continued walking down the sidewalk, watching people pass. Ed’s mind caught itself in a rut and couldn’t stop thinking about everything he and Al did when their mother was still alive.
Something rubbed up against Ed’s leg. He looked down to see that a kitten was dancing around his feet.
“Al would want that cat,” Ed laughed. “But then he would hide it inside himself to keep it…”
“Meeooow” said the kitty. Ed couldn’t help but reach down and pet it.
“I didn’t know you like cats, Brother,” Al’s voice came from behind him.
“BWAAAH!” Ed fell over from the surprise. The kitten ran off, being scared of Ed now. “Al!? Where did you come from?”
“You weren’t in the room…and since it’s the first snow, I figured you were on a walk,” Al explained.
“Oh….ok…” Ed stood up.
“Is something wrong Brother?” Al asked.
“Huh? Oh, no, I’m fine,” Ed chuckled and started down the sidewalk again. “Lets head back to Headquarters, I’m getting cold.”
“…” Al stared for a moment. “All right.”
Ed flopped down onto his bed, causing the sheets to fly up around him. He gladly wrapped himself in them after being outside. He managed to kick his shoes off without getting tangled. Once he found a comfortable position, he didn’t move. A small cough emerged from the lump that was Ed.
“Are you feeling okay, Brother?” Al asked, staring at the lump.
“Eh, I’m fine,” Ed’s voice was muffled from the blankets. “I’m gonna take a nap, all right?” his head came out of the mess of blankets for a moment.
“Okay…I’m going to get some groceries,” Al said as he walked out the door. Ed’s response was going back under the blankets. Al stared for a moment, pondering what was wrong with Ed.
About an hour later, Al returned with a few bags and found that the Ed lump on the bed was coughing up a storm. He swiftly sat down the groceries and went over to Ed’s bed. Just as Al’s hand brushed over the Ed lump, his coughing subsided.
“…Brother?”
“Wha-?” Ed emerged from the blankets again, revealing a dazed expression.
“Is something wrong? You’re not getting sick, are you?” Al’s voice was full of concern. Ed stared for a moment and didn’t answer.
“I hope not,” Ed moaned. He hated being sick because it meant being confined to a small space –such as a bed- for a while, and things like that made him twitch. Al stared at him. “What?”
“Nothing…maybe we should take you to see a doctor,” Al suggested. Ed didn’t want to go, but he forced himself to sit up.
“Fine…” he grouched. Al gave off a feeling that he was smiling. His brother still sounded like a little kid some times. Ed slipped his shoes back on and stood up. “Come on,” Ed opened the door and headed out to the hall. Al followed. Ed would occasionally lose his balance some, but Al was there to help.
“Here we are,” Al said as they reached the infirmary of the Central Headquarters. They both stared at the red lettered sign hanging above the doors. Ed sighed and pushed opens the swinging doors.
“Hello, how may I help you?” A kind nurse behind the clerk’s desk asked.
“He has a cough and we just wanted to make sure he’s not too sick,” Al pointed to the blond alchemist next to him.
“Sure thing, please come this way,” The nurse showed them to a back room with a simple blue curtain for a door. She pulled open one of the drawers in a large desk next to the bed and pulled out a thermometer. “Have a seat,” she instructed, and Ed did so. “Open,” she instructed more. Ed obeyed like a trained puppy. “Now we just wait,” she smiled and sat down in a chair and began to fill out a chart. “What’s his name?” she looked at Al.
“Edward Elric,” he answered. The nurse nodded and wrote it down, then asked nothing else. A few minutes later, she finished filling out the chart and stood up.
“Let’s see,” she took the thermometer from Ed’s mouth. “One hundred degrees Fahrenheit…” she said, reading it.
“You really are sick Brother,” Al looked at him. “You shouldn’t have been outside so long.”
“But…I can’t really be running a fever, can I?” Ed asked.
“According to this you are,” The nurse held the thermometer in front of his face. Ed’s eyes seemed unfocused, so he scooted back some and read it.
“You’ll need to get some rest and I’ll get you some medicine in just a moment. If anything should get worse, please come back,” the nurse smiled again and walked out of the room, only to return a moment later with a small bag. “Make sure he takes one pill a day until his fever is gone.”
“Right,” Al said, taking the bag. “Let’s get you back to bed, Brother,” Al tugged on his arm. Ed slid off the bed and allowed Al to pull him. He didn’t feel like moving his legs. Once they were out of the infirmary, Ed sighed heavily.
“As long as I don’t see Mustang, I’ll be fine,” Ed said, knowing that if he did see Roy, it would be nothing but ridicule for getting sick from him. Then, as if he were summoned, Roy came around the bend and walked down the hall. “Crap,” Ed fell against the wall. As if being sick and not knowing it wasn’t bad enough, now he had Roy to deal with.
“Ah, Brother, we’re almost there,” Al didn’t seem to notice Roy walking down the hall. Ed wasn’t sure if it was the fever or the fact Roy was getting closer, but he was begging to feel sick.
“Hey, Fullmetal, Alphonse,” Roy nodded at both of them. He noticed that not only was Ed leaning against the wall, but he was rather pale.
“Hello,” Al replied, trying to help Ed off the wall.
“What’s wrong with him?” Roy asked staring at Ed.
“He’s sick, I was just taking him back to his bed,” Al answered.
“Al….I would really like to lie down right now,” Ed mumbled, ignoring Roy.
“Err…okay, Brother,” Al said. “Goodbye, Colonel.” Ed finally stood up and walked ahead. Al was close behind him. Roy watched as Ed’s pace slowed once he was a good distance from him. He noticed Al helped Ed walk from time to time and decided he was going to have to check in on him later.
Al opened the door to their lodgings, helping Ed in. Without taking off his shoes, Ed fell back onto his bed again and sighed. But within seconds, he burrowed his way back under the blankets and curled into a ball and coughed some.
“I hope you feel better Brother,” said Al.
“Mmmn…” was Ed’s response. Al pulled out a pill for Ed and went to retrieve a glass of water. The lump formed in the bed again and moved slightly, only causing more coughing. This newly acquired fever and cough were proving to be a nuisance for Ed. I hate being sick, he thought. He rolled over, hoping to find a more comfortable position.
Al walked back into the room, holding a glass of water and a pill. “Brother? I have your medicine,” Al walked over to the Ed lump. When he came out of the blankets, he mumbled something, trying to get his eyes to focus long enough to see his brother clearly. “Can you take this?” Al handed him the glass. Ed sat up and took the glass, blinking a few times.
“Thanks,” Ed’s voice had grown a little hoarse from the coughing. Al held out the pill for him. Ed fumbled with the pill for a second, but managed to take it. Al couldn’t help but worry when he saw that the usual fire that Ed’s golden eyes held wasn’t there. Ed sat the cup down and stared in to a space that wasn’t actually there.
“Brother?” Al waved his hand in front of Ed’s face. He blinked and shifted his gaze from the glass to his brother. “You should get some more rest,” Al said with a gentle tone. Ed nodded and went back under the blanket. Al stared at the (Ed) lump again. His worry was increasing. A knock on the door interrupted his thoughts.
Without waiting for an answer, Roy coolly walked into the room.
“Colonel Mustang?” Al watched as him come in.
“I just wanted to make sure Fullmetal here isn’t trying to pull something,” Roy smiled.
“He isn’t pulling anything, he’s just ill right now,” Al said, turning his concerned gaze back to the (Ed) lump. The lump shifted again, and started coughing worse than before.
“How did he get sick?” Roy asked.
“He was out in the snow all morning…and not to mention all of those all niters are probably catching up with him,” Al replied.
“That’s understandable,” Roy folded his arms across his chest. “I was thinking about giving him this next mission, but see how he is right now, that’s not going to be happening.” Al nodded.
Ed hadn’t really fallen asleep yet, so he pulled the blanket down until his eyes peered out. “Who’s there?” he asked croakily.
“Hey there Fullmetal,” Roy smiled again and waved.
“M…Mustang?” Ed fixed his gaze on the Colonel, but still couldn’t see clearly.
“You’re worse than I thought Ed,” Roy said sternly. “Who did you think it was?”
Ed blinked and chuckled a little. “I don’t know.” Al was glad to hear that his brother still had some humor left.
Roy was going to ask if Ed had finished his report, but he knew if Ed was in this state, he wouldn’t have finished it at all. “How are you feeling?” he knew it was stupid question, but he couldn’t think of what else to ask.
“My throat and head hurt….and I obviously can’t see clearly,” Ed replied, closing his eyes.
“Well then, I’ll come back when you’re feeling better,” Roy walked towards the door. Ed didn’t catch the some what kind, yet joking tone of Roy’s voice. “See ya Fullmetal.”
“Mmmn….” Ed replied, finally going back to sleep.
That’s all for chapter one! X3 But, I’ll have more soon enough; I’ve been plotting….heh. ^.~
Summary: Ed enjoys the first snow only to feel its bite and becomes ill (i hate that word...but sick doesn't sound good)
X3 I love FMA…..it brings much joy into my life. I hope this fic works…I was inspired when I saw it was snowing outside. - - Stupid cold weather.
The snow drifted down and clung to the cold ground. A thin layer of tremulous white spread across Central. Ed stared up into the sky, gathering the cold snowflakes on his face. The cold air bit at his nose, and turned his cheeks a rosy red. Once he had gathered enough snow on his face, he shook it off, deciding that it was a little too cold to keep.
“I can never get enough snow,” Ed stated as a smile spread across his face. While there was a smile gracing his lips, a sorrow filled his eyes. “Al would always play in the snow with me…” he recalled his childhood. He continued walking down the sidewalk, watching people pass. Ed’s mind caught itself in a rut and couldn’t stop thinking about everything he and Al did when their mother was still alive.
Something rubbed up against Ed’s leg. He looked down to see that a kitten was dancing around his feet.
“Al would want that cat,” Ed laughed. “But then he would hide it inside himself to keep it…”
“Meeooow” said the kitty. Ed couldn’t help but reach down and pet it.
“I didn’t know you like cats, Brother,” Al’s voice came from behind him.
“BWAAAH!” Ed fell over from the surprise. The kitten ran off, being scared of Ed now. “Al!? Where did you come from?”
“You weren’t in the room…and since it’s the first snow, I figured you were on a walk,” Al explained.
“Oh….ok…” Ed stood up.
“Is something wrong Brother?” Al asked.
“Huh? Oh, no, I’m fine,” Ed chuckled and started down the sidewalk again. “Lets head back to Headquarters, I’m getting cold.”
“…” Al stared for a moment. “All right.”
Ed flopped down onto his bed, causing the sheets to fly up around him. He gladly wrapped himself in them after being outside. He managed to kick his shoes off without getting tangled. Once he found a comfortable position, he didn’t move. A small cough emerged from the lump that was Ed.
“Are you feeling okay, Brother?” Al asked, staring at the lump.
“Eh, I’m fine,” Ed’s voice was muffled from the blankets. “I’m gonna take a nap, all right?” his head came out of the mess of blankets for a moment.
“Okay…I’m going to get some groceries,” Al said as he walked out the door. Ed’s response was going back under the blankets. Al stared for a moment, pondering what was wrong with Ed.
About an hour later, Al returned with a few bags and found that the Ed lump on the bed was coughing up a storm. He swiftly sat down the groceries and went over to Ed’s bed. Just as Al’s hand brushed over the Ed lump, his coughing subsided.
“…Brother?”
“Wha-?” Ed emerged from the blankets again, revealing a dazed expression.
“Is something wrong? You’re not getting sick, are you?” Al’s voice was full of concern. Ed stared for a moment and didn’t answer.
“I hope not,” Ed moaned. He hated being sick because it meant being confined to a small space –such as a bed- for a while, and things like that made him twitch. Al stared at him. “What?”
“Nothing…maybe we should take you to see a doctor,” Al suggested. Ed didn’t want to go, but he forced himself to sit up.
“Fine…” he grouched. Al gave off a feeling that he was smiling. His brother still sounded like a little kid some times. Ed slipped his shoes back on and stood up. “Come on,” Ed opened the door and headed out to the hall. Al followed. Ed would occasionally lose his balance some, but Al was there to help.
“Here we are,” Al said as they reached the infirmary of the Central Headquarters. They both stared at the red lettered sign hanging above the doors. Ed sighed and pushed opens the swinging doors.
“Hello, how may I help you?” A kind nurse behind the clerk’s desk asked.
“He has a cough and we just wanted to make sure he’s not too sick,” Al pointed to the blond alchemist next to him.
“Sure thing, please come this way,” The nurse showed them to a back room with a simple blue curtain for a door. She pulled open one of the drawers in a large desk next to the bed and pulled out a thermometer. “Have a seat,” she instructed, and Ed did so. “Open,” she instructed more. Ed obeyed like a trained puppy. “Now we just wait,” she smiled and sat down in a chair and began to fill out a chart. “What’s his name?” she looked at Al.
“Edward Elric,” he answered. The nurse nodded and wrote it down, then asked nothing else. A few minutes later, she finished filling out the chart and stood up.
“Let’s see,” she took the thermometer from Ed’s mouth. “One hundred degrees Fahrenheit…” she said, reading it.
“You really are sick Brother,” Al looked at him. “You shouldn’t have been outside so long.”
“But…I can’t really be running a fever, can I?” Ed asked.
“According to this you are,” The nurse held the thermometer in front of his face. Ed’s eyes seemed unfocused, so he scooted back some and read it.
“You’ll need to get some rest and I’ll get you some medicine in just a moment. If anything should get worse, please come back,” the nurse smiled again and walked out of the room, only to return a moment later with a small bag. “Make sure he takes one pill a day until his fever is gone.”
“Right,” Al said, taking the bag. “Let’s get you back to bed, Brother,” Al tugged on his arm. Ed slid off the bed and allowed Al to pull him. He didn’t feel like moving his legs. Once they were out of the infirmary, Ed sighed heavily.
“As long as I don’t see Mustang, I’ll be fine,” Ed said, knowing that if he did see Roy, it would be nothing but ridicule for getting sick from him. Then, as if he were summoned, Roy came around the bend and walked down the hall. “Crap,” Ed fell against the wall. As if being sick and not knowing it wasn’t bad enough, now he had Roy to deal with.
“Ah, Brother, we’re almost there,” Al didn’t seem to notice Roy walking down the hall. Ed wasn’t sure if it was the fever or the fact Roy was getting closer, but he was begging to feel sick.
“Hey, Fullmetal, Alphonse,” Roy nodded at both of them. He noticed that not only was Ed leaning against the wall, but he was rather pale.
“Hello,” Al replied, trying to help Ed off the wall.
“What’s wrong with him?” Roy asked staring at Ed.
“He’s sick, I was just taking him back to his bed,” Al answered.
“Al….I would really like to lie down right now,” Ed mumbled, ignoring Roy.
“Err…okay, Brother,” Al said. “Goodbye, Colonel.” Ed finally stood up and walked ahead. Al was close behind him. Roy watched as Ed’s pace slowed once he was a good distance from him. He noticed Al helped Ed walk from time to time and decided he was going to have to check in on him later.
Al opened the door to their lodgings, helping Ed in. Without taking off his shoes, Ed fell back onto his bed again and sighed. But within seconds, he burrowed his way back under the blankets and curled into a ball and coughed some.
“I hope you feel better Brother,” said Al.
“Mmmn…” was Ed’s response. Al pulled out a pill for Ed and went to retrieve a glass of water. The lump formed in the bed again and moved slightly, only causing more coughing. This newly acquired fever and cough were proving to be a nuisance for Ed. I hate being sick, he thought. He rolled over, hoping to find a more comfortable position.
Al walked back into the room, holding a glass of water and a pill. “Brother? I have your medicine,” Al walked over to the Ed lump. When he came out of the blankets, he mumbled something, trying to get his eyes to focus long enough to see his brother clearly. “Can you take this?” Al handed him the glass. Ed sat up and took the glass, blinking a few times.
“Thanks,” Ed’s voice had grown a little hoarse from the coughing. Al held out the pill for him. Ed fumbled with the pill for a second, but managed to take it. Al couldn’t help but worry when he saw that the usual fire that Ed’s golden eyes held wasn’t there. Ed sat the cup down and stared in to a space that wasn’t actually there.
“Brother?” Al waved his hand in front of Ed’s face. He blinked and shifted his gaze from the glass to his brother. “You should get some more rest,” Al said with a gentle tone. Ed nodded and went back under the blanket. Al stared at the (Ed) lump again. His worry was increasing. A knock on the door interrupted his thoughts.
Without waiting for an answer, Roy coolly walked into the room.
“Colonel Mustang?” Al watched as him come in.
“I just wanted to make sure Fullmetal here isn’t trying to pull something,” Roy smiled.
“He isn’t pulling anything, he’s just ill right now,” Al said, turning his concerned gaze back to the (Ed) lump. The lump shifted again, and started coughing worse than before.
“How did he get sick?” Roy asked.
“He was out in the snow all morning…and not to mention all of those all niters are probably catching up with him,” Al replied.
“That’s understandable,” Roy folded his arms across his chest. “I was thinking about giving him this next mission, but see how he is right now, that’s not going to be happening.” Al nodded.
Ed hadn’t really fallen asleep yet, so he pulled the blanket down until his eyes peered out. “Who’s there?” he asked croakily.
“Hey there Fullmetal,” Roy smiled again and waved.
“M…Mustang?” Ed fixed his gaze on the Colonel, but still couldn’t see clearly.
“You’re worse than I thought Ed,” Roy said sternly. “Who did you think it was?”
Ed blinked and chuckled a little. “I don’t know.” Al was glad to hear that his brother still had some humor left.
Roy was going to ask if Ed had finished his report, but he knew if Ed was in this state, he wouldn’t have finished it at all. “How are you feeling?” he knew it was stupid question, but he couldn’t think of what else to ask.
“My throat and head hurt….and I obviously can’t see clearly,” Ed replied, closing his eyes.
“Well then, I’ll come back when you’re feeling better,” Roy walked towards the door. Ed didn’t catch the some what kind, yet joking tone of Roy’s voice. “See ya Fullmetal.”
“Mmmn….” Ed replied, finally going back to sleep.
That’s all for chapter one! X3 But, I’ll have more soon enough; I’ve been plotting….heh. ^.~