'm a FREAK, FREAK girl, in a freak, freak world ... XD
This afternoon I sat down to write and suddenly did this. It was not what I planned to, but I do not care. God blessed, I'm really on a roll! 8D (and still with the mother-child issues, LOL)
Title: Solos
Fandom: Fullmetal Alchemist
Characters: Madame Christmas and Roy Mustang
Table : family15
Prompt: # 04 - Illness
Word count: 3,088
RatinNo corner of the room. The young woman lying on her panting, stirring from the delirium of fever, clinging to the sheets and then release, muttering unintelligible words ... His conscience was now far away. Took more than a day without reacting. And apparently no longer react.
"Idiot, he thought, angry with her and with himself for failing to stop the trembling of his fingers. You're an idiot, Marleen. Only you croak you can think of now. You always had the gift of opportunity, charm .... " She convulsed, as if reaccionara to their thoughts, and let out a moan that prickled the hair on the skin.
- Can not you give him something to calm her down? He asked the man hoarsely.
- But if the center less than an hour ...
- For more line! Chris exclaimed, pointing to the girl with the hand that held the cigar. Do not you know is suffering, you idiot?
The man gave him a little look nice, but still obeyed. Reopenedcase that had already closed, prepared another syringe with a vial of yellow liquid and injected the woman on the inside arm. The spasms began to subside and, after some minutes of tense silence that made eternal, finally seemed to fall into a deep sleep that left inert in bed and a broken wrist. If it were not for her chest still subíay down quickly, Chris would have sworn that finally it was over. - How's Roy? He asked the man giving another puff on his cigar, so intense thatalmost drained.
- Good. The child is fine, "he replied, once again picking up his things. Has passed the critical time, will recover. Still has some fever, but will getting better in the coming days. It is strong despite being so small.- Of course that is strong Chris blurted, squaring his shoulders and lifting his chin. Her mother was always the stronger.
The doctor looked skeptical gesture, sending a quick look at the jovelife as it had been shattered Marleen. What mattered, really ... that bastard did not even know who had fathered. Neither one would ever know. Because if you stick your face volvíaa by local, Chris would not bother to explain what happened. We fly the brains out before you have time to ask.
Damn ... I was smoking too. Snuff smoke began to saturate the atmosphere of the room, distorting things and making her eyes stung. Because that was because of the smoke ... right?
- Chris ... qhat do you think? The man asked, taking a gentle tone he got sicker. She hated the fuss. He did not need anyone to turn to her with hushed tones and give him pats on the back.
- I think it's pretty obvious. Wait for it to die, put it in a box and taken to the cemetery. What do you do, dissect it and hang ornaments in the room?
The doctor frowned with disgust to the abruptness of his interlocutor.
- I was referring to the child. If your father and your mother does not appeare; hand.
What this small project painting man in an orphanage? Children in orphanages are just numbers. Nobody watches, nobody sees. If they do something funny or touching or even brave, no one notices, because nobody cares. And when they look up, thrilled to have discovered something new, having learned something they did not know, they realize that no one is there who podérselo count in exchange for a smile. There could be a cruel life for an innocent creature.
Yes, a citation and may not beng still heavy and labored. It was ironic that the disease that was killing his mother, he had grown stronger. But life is like that sometimes ... ironic, cruel, unexpected, but inevitable. And you had to learn to live with it. He was removed again, wrinkling his face and let out a pout. Chris leaned over to place a hand on the forehead, which was hot with fever. And when Roy began to whimper, smacked his lips with a sigh and took the baby gently, wrapped in his arms.
- Yes, s & amp; iacute;, today is a bad night for everyone, Roy-bo ... "she whispered, rocking gently as he walked toward a worn pequeñoy wing chair that was in a corner.
He sat on it, sinking wearily against the cushions, and placed the child on his chest, hoping that the warmth will calm down. When Roy grabbed her dress with her little fists, almost felt like laughing.
- Who was going to tell me that at this point would end up becomingeyes were stinging, but had not been smoking in that room, so it should not be because of the smoke of snuff, after all ...
- It seems that we we were alone, Roy-bo ... "he muttered. What a joke. I've finally found the man of my life, though I have endorsed to the force. I was hoping to lift more than a foot of soil, but anyway ... As they say, beggars can not be choosers.
closed his eyes for a moment. He was calm. Breathing normally on his chest. I could feel her breathingtion in the neck. And that tambiéna soothed her more than 15 cigarettes he had smoked that evening ...
- Madame
...
What was tired, damn ... And Still, what peace was suddenly inside ...
- Madame
...
Ojala Marleen feel it too could have one last time ...
- Madame!
Chris opened his eyes suddenly,n-. She said, "Take, for you give a alegríaa your mother."
Chris blinked. And then she is also a sly smile formed across his whole face. Yes, the dwarf was in love with everyone ... especially to her.
- And what has been a joy, indeed. You know what? I think this deserves one of those giant sundaes Cherry's.
Roy looked at her with round eyes, shocked. And then began waving his arms as if to take flight.
-Madame, madame, that's great! The last time we went to celebrate at Cherry's was when it ended the uprising in the West!
- Yes, I know, I know, but get off now, that are destroying my knees. Roy jumped down and grabbed the woman from one hand to pull her and help her up. Please ... that chair every day was more depressed and worn, and every day she was older.
- But do not you work?
- Bah, I'll tellSophie is responsible for a couple of hours. Makes good afternoon to go for a walk, eh?
- Of course. And to eat ice cream! I'm going to ask the super-glass-double-three-delight-especially
- Ahhh, great ... you remember the last time you ate that I spent three days with diarrhea, " right? Roy
froze, turning pale.
- Yes it's true ... Better ask nothing ...
- If pidieras rum raisin ice cream, like me ...
- All d & iace; rle. The children were truly amazing. At least, Roy never failed to surprise. And sometimes thought that maybe were not doing so bad, after all, although she was only fulfilling the role of mother because a disease was yours truly ...
Yes , had been left alone. And it was hard. But Chris left of those things matter when Roy fell asleep in her lap, or when doing homework together, or read a book before going to bed ... or when they went for a walk in Central. They were alone, but in his view were a family like any other. Ten & iacute; an girls, who wanted the child almost as much as her. And watch it grow, becoming stronger, healthier and happier offset any difficulties that might have crossed and made him feel that perhaps Marleen agree with the way I was educated ... Chris just wanted to become a good man, so noble as was his mother.
Every day Marleen understand better why he had decided to bring the world. She had been right, Roy was special. Chris also could feel it, knew
that was destined for great things in life ...
Or maybe it was simply that all mothers think the same of their children.
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