The Pen is Mightier! (penismightier) wrote in chaotic_library, @ 2010-02-04 21:21:00 |
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[Riza Hawkeye, Roy Mustang; PG] Always
Character/Series: Riza Hawkeye, Roy Mustang; Fullmetal Alchemist
Rating: PG
Notes: Written for emilie_burns; Theme "Hospital"
Title: Always
Author: yuuo
Word Count: 486
Summary: There was nothing about hospitals that I like.
There was nothing about hospitals that I like. The smell, the poor coffee and food, the constant beeping of EKG machines and the constant fear that tends to pool in the gut as you wait for a loved one to be all right again.
Fear has been pooling for several days now, and no sign of the brigadier general coming out of the coma he's slipped into. Doctors are hopeful about the facial reconstruction around the eye socket, although they'd given up on saving the eye at all.
Nobody's certain if he'll wake up, though.
The idea of a tomorrow without him terrifies me. The idea that he might die and it was my fault, I was too slow to get there. That thought keeps haunting me, keeps running through my head like an unwelcome visitor that doesn't understand the hints dropped for it to leave.
They won't let me into the room; I'm not next of kin, just a subordinate, so I stalk the hallways like a ghost haunting the ICU floor, waiting for some sign that he's waking up, listening to nurses and doctors for any indication that he's making it through all right.
Nothing.
The EKG in his room doesn't vary its pace; he's still surviving, still alive. I can hear it from here in the hallway, in the chair I've set up vigil in. I may not be allowed in the room, but I will not be kept too far from his side.
The idea of what might've happened had I been any slower keeps clawing at my gut, the same as the thought that the EKG might flatline.
I'll not be too slow this time, although I don't know what I could do this time, if something were to happen. But I'll protect him from the outside, that much I can and will do. I always have, and nothing will keep me from continuing to do so.
I hear nosies from his room; his voice, his beautiful voice, even when it's quiet and hoarse, I can recognize it instantly. Ignoring the doctor's orders to stay out of the patient's room I'm up like a shot and entering his room. "Yes, sir?"
His one good eye is open and he's looking around in a dazed sort of confusion. "Lieutenant Hawkeye?"
He recognizes me, knows my name. That's a good sign. I fight back the smile. "Yes, sir. It's me. You're in the hospital."
He closes his eye again. "Can you stop that infernal beeping?"
I don't fight the smile this time, settling on it instead of laughing with relief. "I can't, sir, only you can, and I would rather wish you wouldn't."
He makes a noise of protest; it sounds tired, like he might fall back asleep, but at least he's awoken, he's come out of his coma. "Lieutenant?"
"Yes, sir?"
"How long have you been here?"
I smile. "Always, sir. Always."