Edward is quiet, staring off into space. "God, I'm trying to picture how Mustang handles a female me, and I have a feeling he's got more gray hairs from her than our Mustang has from me. And she's seriously trying to keep this a secret?" He shakes his head. "That's not gonna last long, not with an Elric male that has a female to fuss over."
Ah, Elrics. You're all so funny. But at least you're honest.
With a sigh, Edward cracks his neck. "All right, I'll go check on her, see what more information I can get for you."
He's quiet as he walks over and steps behind the curtain. He's grateful to see that Elizabeth seems to be sound asleep. Bless you, morphine. Just to be safe, though, he pulls a stool over by the bed and says her name quietly. Getting no response, he places his flesh hand lightly on her cheek, closing his eyes and letting his instincts feel out the chemical composition under his touch.
It's like the Vulcan mind meld, only really not. (I threw that in for you, Ani. ♥)
A moment later he steps away quietly, pushing the stool back where it was and steps back around the curtain. "She was midway through first trimester, I'd say," he tells Russell as he walks back over. "The hormones seem about right for that, anyway. So her body's going to think she's still pregnant for another couple weeks while the hormones try to adjust to the premature termination, at the very least. Could last up to one or two months, though. I'm not sure how the hysterectomy would affect that- depends on if it was just her uterus they took, or if they took the ovaries, which seems unlikely. Get her on some anti-depressants if you can, start low-dose. She was early enough I doubt she'll have any issues with lactation."
Yes, he's fairly blasè about this kind of thing, can you tell?