A/N: I personally love fma sickfics and always wanted to write one myself. The aspect of Ed getting sick and Roy taking care of him always brightens my day. One because Ed suffers, and two, I love parental stuff. If you couldn't figure it out by now, I love having Ed suffer. I might change it up a bit and have Roy suffer, but it'll mostly be Ed throughout these themes.

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Disclaimer: FMA was made by Hiromu Arakawa.

"Brother! Get up! The Colonel is here!"

Al's metal hand shook Ed from his sleep. Ed tried to swat him away, but his brother ripped the covers off of the bed.

He moaned and curled into himself stubbornly.

Roy was supposed to be over at 11 am at the latest. According to the sun coming through the window in Ed's room, it was 9 am. The bastard had come 2 hours early. He and Ed were supposed to discuss the latest search in the Colonel's office. Now, since Ed is normally always late for these types of things, Roy had come to make sure he wouldn't be late this time.

"Brother!" Al tried again. When Ed didn't answer, he growled angrily and kicked the bed stand.

Ed grunted and braced himself as the mattress shook. Sighing when it stopped, he rolled onto his back and glared at his younger brother, "You're being a pain in my ass."

Al laughed, "That's what I was going to say to you!" he walked out the door and shouted, "If you're not out here, dressed, in 5 minutes, I'll come in there and dress you myself!"

Ed groaned. Sighing, he pushed himself out of bed.

Roy was waiting for him by the door. A bored Idontwannadothis look spread across his features.

By the time Ed was ready, Al had barged into the room at the last second of the five minutes. Ed just gave him a wave and walked out to greet the grumpy Colonel.

They looked at each other for a second, passing quiet words heard only by the two. Ed growled menacingly and grumbled, "Are we going or not?"

Roy nodded.

Once he had said his goodbye to Al, they headed to Mustang's office. The door was in view and Ed felt as though his human leg was made of lead. He was uncharacteristically sluggish today.

Roy opened the door and allowed Ed inside. Before he knew it, he was practically laying on one of the couches panting lightly. Sluggishness covered his brain like molasses. He had no clue why his body was acting this way and he needed to figure out why. However, now wasn't the time.

Mustang sat down at his desk. Ed sat up and waited for the questions to hit him. Roy exhaled, "Now, tell me. From the beginning, what exactly happened?"

Ed grumbled to himself and begun to explain the time when Al and he deported to a town rumored to have insights into the power and location of the Philosopher Stone. The train tickets were too overpriced and there was an obnoxious man sitting behind them who kept on calling Ed short. Ed couldn't under it! He wasn't a pipsqueak!

Once Mustang had enough written down, Ed continued, "We arrived at the town's station. It was relatively small and secluded. People would barely come out of their house and there were no children in sight." he yawned and stretched. He put his hands under his head and leaned back, "Turns out that they only hate tourists. I wouldn't blame them, if travelers came to my doorstep asking for directions or information-"

"Fullmetal," Ed started and looked over at Roy, "can you please talk about the stone?"

Ed swallowed and crossed his arms over his chest, "It turns out that no one gave us a lead and the entire journey was an entire waste of four days."

Roy nodded, "That's all I needed in the explanation."

Ed grumbled unhappily. He jumped when Roy's phone started to ring.

Mustang answered and exchanged words with the one on the line. His expression morphed from annoyance to interest in a matter of seconds. Ending with a, "I'll be right over!", he hung up.

Ed perked up, "What's happening?"

Roy stood and walked to the door, " There's a package at front that I need, they said it couldn't wait." he then reassured, "I'll be right back."

Ed groaned under his teeth and leaned back even more. Why couldn't they just rush through the last questions so he could get out of here?

Ed waited patiently until he felt a sense of pressure in his abdomen. It wasn't the type of pressure that you felt if you had to use the bathroom, but it felt weird nonetheless. A low growl from his stomach alerted Ed to another problem. He had started to feel nauseous. Enough to make he feel like he's about to vomit.

Ed swallowed nervously. He couldn't have a sickness… could he? An illness wouldn't pop up out of nowhere though. His thoughts blinded him enough that he hadn't noticed that Roy had came back. The loud thump of the package being set down on the floor made Ed jump. His head snapped up to see Roy sitting at his desk once again. The jolting motion made his stomach churn. His face morphed into a small wince as he looked back down at the ground.

Ed didn't want to admit that he felt sick. There were a few questions left and soon he would be on his way back to his dorm to rest.

"Fullmetal?" Roy's worried voice cut through the silence around the room. It appeared that he had noticed Ed's grimace and now was kneeling at his side. "What's wrong? Why are you clutching your stomach?"

Ed then realized that his left arm had wrapped tightly around his torso. There goes the plan of hiding it then.

"Are you injured?" Mustang asked when Ed didn't reply.

Ed shook his head lightly. Slowly, he could feel bile creeping up his throat with a burning sensation. Might as well tell before it was too late. Ed swallowed and moaned, "I feel sick."

"As in… you're about to puke sick?" Mustang asked paternally.

The acrid bile rose up faster, Ed doubled over, brought up a hand to cover his mouth, and nodded urgently.

Cursing, Roy grabbed to waste basket by his desk. With lightning speed and accuracy, he brought it over to Ed just as the kid lurched forward and retched into it. Roy only watched him get sick and felt awful that there was nothing he could really do about it. After some seconds Roy started to rub Ed's back and wait for him to get control of his stomach once again.

They both stayed like that for awhile, Ed gagging and hurling his guts up while Roy was comforting him. Even though he had no clue how to deal with this situation, the Colonel tried his best.

Once Edward had dissolved into nothing but some dry heaves, Roy moved the bin away. "You should've told me you were sick before." He said kneeling in front of Ed.

Ed swallowed. His arms still hugged him stomach as he replied, "I didn't feel sick before. It tackled me suddenly and I didn't know what was happening."

Roy growled, unimpressed, "I'm taking you to the hospital." Standing up he added, "You better not puke in my car."

He helped Ed stand up and walk out to his car.

"Sounds like a strand of Norovirus. Tell me, what did you eat these past couple of days?"

Ed sat up at the question. What had he eaten? He had been so busy yesterday that he had forgotten to eat. The last thing he had actually eaten was some shellfish from a local three-star seafood restaurant. After relaying that information the doctor scratched in chin in thought.

"It's definitely that. The virus should die down in, around, two days. If your symptoms begin to increase violently then please see me."

Ed nodded in understanding.

After he was dismissed he met with Roy at the waiting room. After they both got back on the road, Ed leaned back in his seat comfortably, "I'll be fine in two days. Symptoms range from simple malliase to diarrhea and vomiting. Shouldn't be fatal if the host is taken care of enough."

"Is that all?" Roy asked, curious.

"Extremely contagious."

Roy sighed, "Fun."

Ed chuckled, "I know, right? Apparently I got it from a contaminated plate of shellfish."