Guilty Beauty Love Chapter 2

(~/Roy~)
The moment the alarm clock, in Maes' guestroom, struck eight, I was up.
I turned off the alarm on its first loud, shrill ring.
I ran down the stairs, rushing to get to the kitchen for a quick breakfast, before /"borrowing"/ Maes' car.
However by the time I was half down the stairs, the smell of freshly brewed coffee had wafted upstairs.
I slowed to a stop by the next step, knowing my plan would be foiled. I walked down the rest of the steps slowly.
I could hear Elysia cheering happily, "Uncle Roy! Uncle Roy!"
My sweatpants were then attacked by the little six-year-old, clinging to my leg, smiling up at me with a toothy grin.
"Hey there kid," I said in a tired, but happy voice, as I smiled down at her, and ruffled her hair a bit.
"Daddy wants to see you, Uncle Roy!" Elysia reported in a serious tone, saluting quickly in military fashion. I smirked a bit, nodding my head in dismissal. She then happily pulled my leg in the direction of the kitchen.
As we neared the kitchen, the smell of bacon, eggs, and toast wafted from the kitchen. As well as the cinnamon-y smell of apple pie.
When we walked into the kitchen, Gracia was at the sink, peeling apples for the pie. Maes was at the table, newspaper in front of him, coffee mug in hand.
There was a plate across from him at the small kitchen table. Loaded with bacon and eggs, two pieces of toast. A mug of steaming hot, black coffee beside the plate.
"I was about to come up with Elysia to wake you up Roy! Your food was starting to get cold."
I sat down warily in front of the food, a sheepish smile on my face, "Maes, I can't possibly-"
"You're eating it Roy."
Maes' smile was gone, Elysia was out of the kitchen playing with her dolls in the other room. Seriousness was written all over Maes' face.
"You haven't been eating right. Ed wouldn't like to see you looking the way you do and for you to get sick from not sleeping or eating right…And besides, the visiting hours aren't until nine. Now then, eat. It. All."
I knew better than to argue with him. So instead I just started eating the large breakfast.
"Gracia's making a pie for Edward. Also you'll need to phone Alphonse, and tell him that Ed is awake."
I sighed, knowing Alphonse would ask a lot of questions and I wouldn't get to the hospital till after nine at this point.
"Not to mention you have to shower and at /least/ look somewhat decent!"
'Note to self, I'm not getting to the hospital till after ten…/if/ I'm lucky…'
I finished my meal, cleaned off the dish, and washed it for Gracia. Then walked over to the phone that was in the hall, just outside the kitchen.
I dialed the Rockbell number, which I had come to learn by heart over the past few weeks.
It rang twice before being picked up.
"Hello? Rockbell residence," Alphonse's voice sounded through the phone.
"Alphonse? It's Roy Mustang..."
"Oh! General! Is everything alright? Did something happened?!" the younger Elric pretty much shouted into the phone.
"Alphonse, calm down…" I waited a few moments before continuing, "Edward woke up last night, he was fully conscious. The doctors told me that they would like to send him home soon."
"Oh, of course! Could you bring him, General?"
I hesitated a moment before answering, "…Sure, but why?"
"Well, Winry is working on finishing Brother's automail, and has to work on her other patients automail, and I'm helping her, so…." He trailed off, unsure.
"It's fine Alphonse, it's no problem. I can bring Edward to Risembool."
After hanging up the phone I looked at the clock in the hall for a moment, before dashing up the stairs and into the shower.
(~/Edward~)
I woke up to the sun shining through my hospital room window, and shining right in my eyes…
After I had somewhat adjusted to the bright light in the white room; my eyes flew to the clock on the wall across from the bed in was in.
Eight-thirty.
I knew from the previous hospital visits, that visiting hours started at nine.
I shouted for a nurse, and one came rushing in.
She had short blond hair and bright green eyes. She was rather curvy and was also wearing a rather short miniskirt that must have been her uniform.
'Mustang probably harassed her at some point…'
Thinking of that bastard made me sigh sadly. The nurse took it the wrong way.
"Don't worry Mr. Elric!" She quickly said turning to me after she had closed the curtains a bit, and before she turned to walk out the door, "I'll be back with food in a short while, at which point I'll be able to take out the IV."
At the mention of food I could feel my stomach growling. And at the reminder of the IV's….my stomach was churning.
She promptly left out the door and down the hall.
While waiting for the food, I glanced around the room. Surprised to see the large amount of flora in the room.
A gasp was emitted. There were two tables near the window, full of cards and flower bouquets that said 'get well soon' and other such things.
As I continued to look from my propped up position I saw a single red rose on my bedside table, with no card or letter attached.
I tried to reach for it with my automail, but was shocked when nothing happened.
I looked down at my arm to find nothing there but the port with bandages keeping the nerves from hanging out.
Slightly panicking checked for my leg, to find that it was in the same condition as my arm.
Then it all flooded back to me.
"Shit."
I slammed my left palm into my forehead, resulting in a sudden major headache.
Not only that but I had a slight creeping feeling, making a strange tingle go up my spine. My breathing quickened and the heart rate monitor beeping ever so slightly faster.
The nurse came back moments later, and the feeling left me, and my breathing and heart rate slowed.
She set a tray in my lap, and noticed my pained expression.
"Are you alright? Do you need some painkillers?"
I was unsure, due to the fact last night I had said I felt slight pain and they pumped me full of morphine.
"Umm…a little weaker than what I had last night?" I asked unsure whether or not she'd give me it.
However she nodded left the room without a word and came back a few minutes later, with two pill capsules in hand.
I tossed them in my mouth and chugged whatever was in the glass she had given me. I paused after swallowing, remembering hospitals were notorious for giving out milk with meals. Though this definitely /wasn't/ milk.
I looked at the glass with a confused expression.
The observant nurse noticed.
"Oh, uh, Brigadier General Mustang said that you didn't like milk, he had told me a few nights earlier as well as last night before his friend dragged him out of here."
After she said that, she stood up and left me, saying that the doctor would be stopping by shortly.
I looked down at the tray, trying to ignore the quiet and as well as the feeling creeping into my mind. The tray had toast, eggs, and a now half-full glass of orange juice.
"Brigadier General, huh?" I whispered to myself, in disbelief, half trying to break the silence in the room.
'See! He didn't want to leave you! The nurse said he had to be dragged out! /And/ he made sure they didn't give you milk! That has to mean something!'
And with the voices back in my head for the moment, slightly distracting me from the creeping feeling; I could finally agree with the first voice.
And the second voice remained silent…