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Chapter One
It: hello. My name is It. yes. It. I-T. This is my first fic. I kinda look like Hiro Sohma from Fruits Basket and he's my idol soo dont be surprised if I start acting like him. This is Out. yes. O-U-T. Out.
Out: Be nicer It or they wont read it.
It: ya ya. I swear this thing had paragraphs until I posted it.. -grumble-
Out: it's okay Hii-kun.
It: -smile- -thinking: she called me Hii-kun-
Edward and Alphonse Elric were out on a job to examine a crime scene. Ed was sweating slightly but that was expected on such a hot day. He wiped his forehead and covered his face from the sun. Al turned around and walked over to his brother.
"Brother? Are you okay?" he asked, concerned. Ed had been slightly tired for about 3 days. He just didn't seem himself all the time, unless you asked him about it, then he was himself.
"I'm fine, Al. Don't worry so much." Ed walked over to another area of the scene and bent down to talk to one of the men working here.
"Brother..." Al mumbled before following him.
"Ok. Well I don't see anything surprising here. Looks like another regular crime." Ed stood up and began to walk out, his hands in his pockets. " I guess we wont be needed. Let's get out of... here..." his eyes closed and he fell backward.
"Brother!" Al called frantically and rushed over. Ross and other co-workers stopped what they were doing and hurried over as well. Ed's breathing was ragged and he was shaking. Ross put a hand on his forehead but quickly withdrew it.
"He's obviously overworked himself in the heat. He has a serious fever."she informed them all, worried.
Al squeaked and shook Ed. "Brother!" Ross quickly stopped him.
"Don't shake him. Come on. We'll take him back to his room. We'll help him there." she picked Ed up as though he were a child. He wasn't, no matter what his size tried to say.
As she got Ed to her car, he leaned into her and weakly mumbled. "Mom?"
"No, Ed. I'm not your mother." she replied sadly as he passed out again.
"So.. How long has he been like this?" Ross asked Al as she made sure Ed was comfortably supported on his bed. She put about 3 covers on him, but not too heavy ones, made sure his head was raised by at least 2 pillows and had a damp rag on his forehead.
"Will he be alright?" Al asked from the side.
"You didn't answer me." Ross said slightly stern. Al flinched.
"Um.. 3 days.. I think.." he didn't want to tell her that this was like their mothers disease. He knew how much Miss Ross cared for Edward. Probably thought of him as the son she never had.
"Hm.. His fever was rising for a while.. But it seems to be settling to a average fever now. He should stay in bed and rest. At least until his fever has completely gone down." she instructed Al as she dabbed Ed's forehead, rewet the cloth, and placed it back on his forehead. His breathing was normal and he was hardly shaking anymore. Ross turned to the three other people in the room.
"Someone call Hughes." she ordered and one with brown hair hurried out.
"You called?" Hughes asked as he entered the room. He spotted Ed and was instantly interested. "Whoa. What happened to him?" he asked. He seemed serious enough.
"He collapsed during his inspection of the crime scene today. His fever decided to started jumping around again about 10 minutes ago. According to Al, Ed's been shaky for about 3 days." Ross spoke to Hughes, but her eyes stayed on Ed. She looked at Hughes when he spoke, though.
"So.. Is he seriously ill?" he seemed at least a little concerned, but you could never really tell with Hughes.
"I don't think it's life threatening, but it could become serious if it's not seen to." Ross put on a smile. "Doesn't sound any different from any sickness I know of." she turned away before her smile became sad. She didn't care what he had, she wanted him to get well.
"Ah well.. In that case.." Hughes said, turning to the door. "Call me if anything changes or you need me." he began to leave.
"And where are you going?" Ross was standing and staring shocked that Hughes could seem so careless.
"I've got a phone call to make before it's too late." he waved as he left the room.
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"What do you want, Hughes? If you want to talk about you daughter again, I swear I'll make you spontaneously combust."
"Ah, but that wouldn't be spontaneous now would it?" Hughes joked.
"Just get to the point." Roy said impatiently. Roy Mustang was sitting in an office in a fair sized city in the South. He'd been called down but he had nothing to do. He was done with whatever they had called him for. Actually, he didn't know what he'd done but he didn't care much either.
"Alright, Alright. Calm down. What do you know about Edward's condition?" he emphasized 'condition'. Hughes could hear Roy stiffen.
"Condition?" he asked coldly. If this was a joke, Hughes would be charcoal.
"Yea. Apparently he collapsed in the middle of a job. Sources say his fever is high but continues to jump spontaneously. He's still out cold. I arrived in his room about 20 minutes after he was said to have fallen and I've called you 3 hours after that. I've called you sooner but I was... busy.." He found Roy's reaction funny but this was kinda serious.
"Busy?.. went off about you daughter right?" Roy guessed, exasperated. Hughes laughed nervously. "Well do you know what's wrong with him?" he had a cold yet tired voice.
"Ah. No. It may just be a common cold. He was ignoring it for 3 days so we can't really tell. Sweating, ragged breathing, and Ross told me he was delusional for a minute." Hughes was definitely serious now.
"Fever, ragged breathing, and delusions huh?" the phone clicked as Roy hung up. Hughes looked at the phone for a minute before hanging it up. He turned to a blonde man near the door.
"He'll be here by tonight." he gave orders and then smiled to himself.
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It: well? u like it? do i care?
Out: yes you do.
It: ok. did you like it? WELL? dont justs sit there! Review!
Out: no one will ever like you if you keep acting like that.
It: -grumble-