A/N: This is a chapter I’ve been wanting to write for a long while. Also, I’m sad to say that this fic is getting pretty close to the end now, there are maybe 2-3 chapters and the epilogue left. This chapter is (again) for the awesome @kilmartin85 who deserves it for all the hard work he’s done! Please enjoy and review. I really really want to hear your opinions!
Previous chapters: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 5.5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10
Companion pieces (note: these are all post Olympics happenings so reading the main fic first is recommended): 1, 2, 3, 4, 5
Next chapter: (coming)
Words: 2600+
Genre: Some angst, slight fluff in this chapter
Warnings: mention of minor character death(s), some swearing
”Captain
Bastard, what brings you here?” Ed asked immediately when Roy showed up in his
hospital room. It was two days since his
surgery, and since everything had gone fine, Doctor Marcoh was ready to let Ed
go back to the hotel. That’s why Ed hadn’t been expecting any more visitors
that day, he had let his teammates and Winry know that he’d be moved soon.“What,
can’t I visit my teammate on his birthday?”“On my…
oh.” With everything that had been going on, Ed had entirely forgotten it
indeed was his 18th birthday. He hadn’t even bothered to check his
phone, but he was certain at least Al – and maybe his good-for-nothing dad, not
that he cared – had left him a message.“You
forgot, didn’t you?”“It’s been quite
eventful few days. I really have no idea what day it is anymore,” Ed grunted. “Anyway,
thanks, I guess.”Roy
dismissed it with a wave of his hand. “So, the pipsqueak isn’t quite as pipsqueak-y
anymore. How does that feel?”