[ fortunately, or unfortunately, for riza both roy and hughes had gotten sick around the same time. it was difficult to take care of both of these stubborn military men, but it meant that most of her rounds were the same. what she would bring to help roy would be just nearly the same as what she would take to the next door and bring in for hughes.
somehow, through all of this, she did feel fine. she wasn't getting too much sleep, and roy was an absolute handful, but it wasn't anything more than she could handle. what she doesn't prepare herself for, however, is the sound of maes' voice - looking over, seeing her but not, from under the blankets on his bed.
she's carrying a small cup of hot tea, a new warm towel for his forehead, and she feels dangerously close to dropping both when he speaks to her. gracia? what? ]
Um. [ it catches her off-guard enough to be momentarily hesitant, before riza takes a breath and closes the door behind her. ] General Hughes. I have your tea... [ riza doesn't love how small her voice sounds, but she is still slowly working through what is happening, hoping it was just a momentary fever-induced lapse in judgement. ]
OH......OKAY
somehow, through all of this, she did feel fine. she wasn't getting too much sleep, and roy was an absolute handful, but it wasn't anything more than she could handle. what she doesn't prepare herself for, however, is the sound of maes' voice - looking over, seeing her but not, from under the blankets on his bed.
she's carrying a small cup of hot tea, a new warm towel for his forehead, and she feels dangerously close to dropping both when he speaks to her. gracia? what? ]
Um. [ it catches her off-guard enough to be momentarily hesitant, before riza takes a breath and closes the door behind her. ] General Hughes. I have your tea... [ riza doesn't love how small her voice sounds, but she is still slowly working through what is happening, hoping it was just a momentary fever-induced lapse in judgement. ]