Private FMA Roleplay

[LilyVanVamp]

Hawkeye said nothing in retaliation. "Please, do proceed with the examination." she commanded the doctor.

[Princess Noshwash]

A heavy sigh escaped Roy. "Fine. Just get on with it and see soon you're wasting your time."

[LilyVanVamp]

When the doctor had finished, he came to a conclusion that Mustang really didn't want to hear. "Well, Lieutenant, it seems that the Colonel isn't as healthy as he's letting on."

[Princess Noshwash]

"I feel fine, and I think I'm a better judge of how I feel than you are," the raven-haired man argued.

[LilyVanVamp]

"You have the flu." The doctor answered sharply, cutting off the colonels comments. The other doctor, who had finished seeing to Havoc, came over and joined his collegue.

[Princess Noshwash]

"All that's wrong with me is my headache from hitting my head," Roy said, but when the other doctor joined him, he disregarded his own health. "How is Havoc?"

[LilyVanVamp]

Before the second doctor could answer, Hawkeye cut him up. "With respect, how can you disregard a professional's diagnosis Sir?" After an awkward silence, the second doctor replied to his question. "If he takes it easy for a few days and keeps his arm out of commision for a fortnight or so he should be fine."

[Princess Noshwash]

"He didn't get any infections?" Roy asked before sneezing once into his hand.

[LilyVanVamp]

"No, he was lucky..."
"Bless you." Havoc addressed the Colonel with a shaky smile.

[Princess Noshwash]

Roy groaned despondently. "I don't get ill though. I can't have the flu!"

[LilyVanVamp]

Everyone in the room sighed deeply. Hawkeye shook her head slightly before standing and addressing the doctors. "Well, now that that has been cleared up, what would say to myself and the Major. Are we okay to leave now?" The pair of doctors looked up and down the lieutenant and the major simultaneously before the first one concluded, "Yes I'd say you're all good to go. But make sure that the Colonel goes straight to bed when you leave." Havoc, Armstrong and Hawkeye all nodded in unison.

[Princess Noshwash]

Roy grimaced. Ugh, bed. As lazy as he was, and as happy as he was to not have to go to work, there were two things Mustang disliked:

1. Staying in bed (unless it was in the company of a beautiful woman). It was just so mundane; nothing to do except lie down and reconfirm exactly how many tiles there were on his ceiling.

2. Being ill. He hated blocked noses. He hated sore throats. He hated high-temperatures. He hated being sick (even though that was a more common occurrence than the rest courtesy of all his drunken nights). He hated being even paler than he usually was. He hated snot and other bodily mucuses. He hated generally feeling like crap. Ergo, he hated being ill.

"I don't need to go to bed."

[LilyVanVamp]

"Major, will you please escort the Colonel to the van. We'll take him home now." Hawkeye strolled over to the door and waited for the others. The major picked Mustang up as he had Havoc earlier and followed Hawkeye, with Havoc trailing behind him.

[Princess Noshwash]

Mustang squirmed and tried to get free. "Put me down! I should have you all court marshalled for insubordination!"

[LilyVanVamp]

None of them stopped or even turned around to speak. As they left the building, they found that the van had gone without them. "Hmm, that's odd. We'll just have to walk to your appartment, Sir." Hawkeye smiled widely at the colonel.