Guilty Beauty Love Chapter 3

(~/Roy~)
I had to speed all the way to the hospital, just making it there at nine-thirty. Maes was clinging to his seat.
I had stolen his keys and beat him to his car. Forcing him to take the passenger's seat next to me.
"Goodness Roy! He's not dying! You didn't need to speed through two intersections, nearly run over the old man crossing the street at the third, and nearly causing five accidents!"
He was upset, and muttering about how I was lucky that the both of us were in the military.
I pulled up just outside the hospital and jumped out, I was already rushing into the hospital, leaving Maes to actually park the car and come in by himself.
Edward's main nurse was just walking down the hall. She stopped as she spotted me.
"Well, don't you look so much better today! You've actually cleaned yourself up!"
Over the past few weeks Sherill, Edward's main nurse, and I had become friends, sort of.
I won't deny that she is beautiful, and the whole miniskirt fetish I seem to have…well, I can honestly say I'm proud of my self!
I was also happy that I had managed to completely clean myself up from the stupor I had been in since Edward went comatose.
I was wearing a blue velvet dress shirt with a black jacket, opened to see the shirt with its first two buttons undone. Accompanied by black slacks and the usual black boots. Military issued winter jacket draped over my arm.
Also I had gotten rid of the five o'clock shadow I had going.
I was very happy with myself.
I was also very worried about Edward's reaction to how I behaved last night.
Sherill let out a giggle.
"He's been asking for you, you know," she stated with a smirk, "Ever since you left last night, to first thing this morning after he got his food and painkillers."
'Of course, priorities…Wait what?'
"Painkillers? He's in pain?" I started to panic. 'He's in pain!'
Sherill obviously saw the look on my face.
"Calm down. His automail ports were bothering him, he does have a gunshot wound to the shoulder, not to mention plenty of bruises. He also probably has a headache from all the morphine he has been on, so it's only natural he'd be in /some/ pain!
"Besides, it's a good thing he feels pain, with those nerves of his hanging out, he could have very well lost his sense of touch, let alone feeling all together."
I still didn't like the fact that /my/ Edward was in pain.
She then moved out of my way, saying something about having to check up on other patients. And the doctor coming in to check on Ed soon.
I quickly continued down the hall to Ed's room.
'304…306…308…310!'
I paused outside the closed door, and leaned my head lightly on it.
'What if he was asleep?'
'What if he was awake?'
Suddenly my weight on the door pushed it open. Efficiently allowing me to fall rather ungracefully into the room.
I caught myself on the frame, before I hit the floor.
Straightening up I saw Edward, staring at me, with a small, gentle smile on his lip. A rare sight.
"Heh, thanks for the orange juice, Bastard."
So I guess we are pretending last night never happened?
I had this whole panic attack for nothing…did he really not mean what he said?
"Oi! Colonel…or should I say …General? You never replied last night."
As he said the last part he looked down, blushing embarrassedly.
I was in shock.
"…I …I …" was all I could choke out.
"You don't have to say anything. I mean, uh, it's alright if you, uh, want to go hit on that nurse… I don't care," His voice broke several times. And it pained my heart each time.
I swiftly crossed the room over to the left side of his bed.
"Edward, look at me," I commanded as I took his chin in my hand and lifting him from his downcast gaze, "I don't have any feelings for your nurse. Ed, the only one I have feelings for is," I paused for a moment.
Edward looked into my eyes. Honey gold with hope shimmering in them.
"Is yo-"
"Good Morning, Mr. Elric!" cried out Ed's head doctor.
Thoroughly ruining the mood, and stopping me from confessing.