I'm in love with your FMAB fics so much! For the Bingo, could I request wholesome fever/forehead kisses to check for fever for Roy x Riza, with Riza as the sick one?
Hell yea you can! Post promised day forehead kiss to check for fever in a fic!
Thanks for requesting. This one kicked me right out of some executive dysfunction bc it just hit me so hard. I hope you like it!
She still cant talk.
He still cant see.
Their new language has become quiet rustling of blankets, careful touches with shaky hands, and whispered puffs of breath in answer.
The worst is over, is what the radio says. Is what the doctors say. Is what everyone is breathing and dreaming and swallowing down with their pain pills and discomfort.
That morning was quieter. The rustle of sheets and quiet huffs of relieved laughter as he fumbled for her hands after another nightmare.
Her hands were still there. Trembling. Clammy. Squeezing his back after he smoothed the blankets.
Roy's free hand ran up her arm, reading the chill of her goosebumps like braille. Hee felt that her hair was a tied back mess and he told her so as he pressed his lips to her hairline.
"You're warm." He sat back, hitting the arm of the chair at her bedside before finding his seat.
She took his hand and held it over her bandages. He startled at her quiet pained sounds but kept steady as she traced his fingers along the edge of the wrappings. Her throat was hot and her pulse was thrumming. She was gasping by the time she let his hand go.
"Infection-" Roy moved to stand, but was blocked by her hand on his chest.
A broken rasp, nearly missed behind the sounds of the blanket over her knees crinkling and the door rolling open on its track.
"Stay."
He sat again. Taking her hand as a nurse or doctor came over and began checking over Riza. He hoped the quick press of her hand to his lips was missed before he schooled himself into a more professional state.
Riza snorted at his straightback and stiff posture. He was still mottled with bruises and his hair was in disarray, but he still looked as commanding as always in the starched hospital pajamas.