Roy smiled softly as he jumped out of bed. Just as he did, the doctor walked in.
"Ah, Mr. Mustang, I see you're awake...where do you think you're going?"
"Home, and then work."
The doctor chuckled. "You're such a joker Mr. Mustang."
"....Why do people keep on thinking that I joke when I don't?"
"Well anyways sir, you're not to leave this hospital for...2 months. No alchemy during that time because of the fact of your disorder and coma and cold, your alchemy may get out of hand."
"....You got to be kidding me."
"I do kid sir, but unforunatly for you, I'm not kidding right now when I say this. I'm sure Miss Mitchell here will take good care of you when you DO get out of the hospital."