Rating: PG-13 (eventual R or NC-17)
Summary: I wrote this for a prompt over at the kinkmeme. The request was "Roy ends up maimed in some way, maybe from being captured/tortured; Ed is the one who finds/rescues/takes care of him" It was meant to be a oneshot, but it's run away with me. Also, a very special thank you to elfen for read overs and cryogenia for filling my head with crazy ideas I probably wouldn't have explored fully on my own.
Disclaimer: I don't own Fullmetal Alchemist or any of its characters.
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The first thing he noticed, even before the voices, was the empty spot on the mattress Ed had been using for a pillow. His fingers rested against barren sheets, no longer curled against the back of Ed’s head. Roy opened an eye and found the chair at his side bereft of Edward too.
“I’m sorry, but I really can’t allow you to stay.” Roy recognized the voice as that of one of the nurses who checked in with annoying frequency.
“You can’t tell me to leave when you’re going to stick a fucking knife in him,” Ed’s voice was strained and tight through the door.
“I assure you, the procedure is not nearly so melodramatic as you’re making it out to be,” the nurse replied blandly.
“I’m not leaving,” Ed bit out, probably glowering at the woman from beneath his bangs.
“With all due respect, you’re not immediate family. You’re not even distantly related. Now, you really need to go home.” She spoke as though Edward were far younger than his twenty years and Roy cringed in sympathy, though he wasn’t sure for who.
“Look, I’ll stay out of the way. You won’t even notice I’m here,” Ed argued, and Roy didn’t have to see him to know the desperate expression on his face.
“Burn victims are very susceptible to infection. I can’t let you stay in this room. In fact, you shouldn’t have been in here as long as you have been. Now, I’m going to have to insist that you leave before I call someone to escort you out,” the nurse barked threateningly.
“I’ll wait out here. It’s not like I can get him sick on the other side of a freaking wall,” Ed grumbled. If Edward of all people, was trying to strike a bargain, he really was desperate.
“I’m afraid that isn’t acceptable, Mr. Elric. You’ve left this hospital once the entire time he’s been here. When you are here, you cling to him. While that might be comfortable for you, it is neither safe or healthy for him. I cannot have you risking the General’s health,” the nurse replied firmly.
Roy moaned in pain as he forced himself to sit up. That nurse really had no idea who she was doing with. He decided he really ought to get Ed under control before things got anymore out of hand. Gritting his teeth, Roy shifted until his feet brushed the freezing tile floor.
Clinging to the bar at the side of the bed, Roy slowly pushed himself to his feet. The room spun violently, threatening to send him careening straight to the floor. For a moment he was sure he was going to be ill, and squeezed his eye shut against the possibility. Burns across his chest had hardened, and already it was difficult to breathe. It hadn’t been so much trouble, relaxed in bed, but the extra effort had him gasping, hardly able to pull in a shallow breath.
Just a few more steps. He had to make it another few steps. Edward was going to be impossible for that woman to handle. Roy clenched his jaw against the agony of trying to move, each shuffling step crushing his chest further.
He hardly noticed he was falling, or that the door had been flung open. Ed’s voice was distant as he murmured at Roy and shouted angrily at the nurse. Hard tile bit at his hands and knees and metal finger rubbed along his spine, gentle circles between his shoulder blades.
Dizzy again, and it was awful and sickening. He wanted to tell Ed that he was okay, he was fine, but the words caught in his throat like a mouth full of glue. The world was fraying around the edges of his vision, gray smudges at the side that began to creep inward. He knew that sensation, and hated it and all the promises it made.
Roy fought against it, but the more he fought, the less he could breathe. Finally giving in, Roy slumped against Ed, hardly hearing the surprised squawk of his name. There were arms firmly around his shoulders, mismatched and sure. Ed’s heartbeat hammered in his ear nearly drowning out the rising argument between Ed and the nurse.
“See what you did? If you hadn’t been trying to fucking kick me out, he wouldn’t have had to come after me,” Ed shouted, clutching Roy against him like a rag doll. Roy wanted to tell him to stop and get a hold of himself, but his lips wouldn’t quite form the words.
The nurse was quiet for a moment, hesitating as she tried to sort out what to say to Ed. When she spoke, her voice was mostly smooth, “You need to calm down. He’s having difficulties breathing, and stressing him out will only make the problem worse. I need you to help me get him back in bed.”
For Roy’s sake, Ed calmed down almost immediately. It might have been endearing if Roy wasn’t dreading what came next. He felt Ed struggle to stand up, refusing to let him go to do so. He was half dragged, half carried, and he would have complained about it if he could have.
Between Ed and the nurse, they managed to get him back into bed. Roy tried to focus on breathing, and hanging onto the last shreds of coherence he had left. Ed was whispering apologies, and very distantly, Roy wondered if he ought to be disappointed that he was too far gone to gloat.
He did manage to open his eye, looking blearily at Ed. It seemed to be entirely the wrong thing to do, because Ed met his gaze with a guilt ridden stare. He didn’t move though, lingering at Roy’s bedside like he really had nowhere else to go.
Caught up in Ed, Roy simply didn’t have the energy to put much thought into anything or anyone else. He noticed the creak of the door in an offhanded way, but Edward didn’t look up, and neither did he. Perhaps it was the nurse leaving after all.
Roy closed his eye, vowing that when he was feeling up to talking, they were going to sort this out. He was just beginning to relax when Ed shrieked and jerked to the side, bumping roughly into the bed. “Get the fuck away from me.”
There were two orderlies, a great deal less frail looking than the nurse. Somehow they herded Ed away from Roy’s bed, cornering him so he couldn’t get away. Golden eyes were wide with panic, darting between Roy and the nurse, who was wielding what looked to be a needle. Ed flailed, trying to get away and screaming obscenities as he was well and truly pinned.
He couldn’t let them do that, not to Ed whose only crime had been trying to help them both. Roy struggled to push himself to sit up, anything to make them stop. Ed looked well and truly terrified, and Roy meant to tell them to get the needle away from him, that they were making things worse, but the words refused to come.
It was familiar in all the wrong ways, and the thought prickled at the back of his mind, inviting panic he tried to keep tamped down. He gasped for breath he couldn’t quite catch, wincing as the nurse stuck her needle into Ed’s arm. She wasted no time in injecting whatever was in it.
“No, no, no,” Ed cried out. It sounded suspiciously like a sob, and Ed tried to push at the orderlies holding him steady. His movements already were a bit lethargic, the word slurred a little more each time he said it. Roy wasn’t certain whether or not he managed to reach out, but the last thing he saw was Ed’s head slump forward, and the room went dark.