Soldier Keep On Marching On

Time Of Our Lives

We have had the time of our lives
Now the page is turned
The stories we will write
We have had the time of our lives
And I will not forget
The faces left behind
It's hard to walk away
From the best of days
But if it has to end
I'm glad you have been my friend
In the time of our lives

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Aiden hurled into the toilet and groaned loudly. Fuck this stomach bug. She hadn't been this sick since Scar tossed her near the sewers, and unfortunately it'd been a week since it began. Her temperature wasn't too high but there was a noticeable difference between day one and day five. It was bad enough her stomach wasn't accepting much aside from toast, peanut butter (which arguably should've made it worse), and Ginger Ale. Her favorite coffee would make her want to hurl.

"That makes this day four-"

"Five-"

"-of having the same flu as half of military command. You sure you don't want to get the vaccine later today?"

Roy was leaning on the doorframe of the bathroom watching her with pity and the slightest hint of amusement. The bastard was one of the lucky few who got the vaccine earlier in the year and didn't have to suffer the consequences of being on the run and then in a hospital. Jed and Alphonse were also afflicted with the flue, which worried Edward more than he'd admit. The boys were at home in Resembool while Jed was probably locked away in his dorm heaving up his organs like she was.

"Fuck you and your needles," she replied ravenously.

"Don't want me to kiss it better?" he teased.

"You can take your kisses and shove them - hurk!" Aiden's stomach rolled and she heaved into the toilet once more, bodily shaking over the white bowl. Tears carved tracks down her cheeks and she whimpered when nothing came up. A sigh met her ears and Roy's hand rubbed up and down her back and arms.

"Please let me take you to the hospital?"

Aiden whimpered once more and she relented. "Okay." There was no way she wanted to or could handle another six days of this.

"Okay."

Roy helped her dress for the day as she stood on shaky legs, pale-faced and defeated. The ride wasn't too bad. It calmed her queasy stomach and dazed her mind enough to take the edge off.

It was unfortunate Roy had to go to work after he dropped her off, but he was able to stick around long enough to see her be sent to a room with a doctor. Doctor McCoy to be exact, and wasn't Aiden ecstatic to be paired with the doctor that'd overseen her recovery after Pride had impaled her. There was very little sarcasm in that sentence but the sentiments were the same.

"So," McCoy said as she sat on the hospital bed, "you've got that flue going around the military recently? That sucks."

"You're as eloquent as ever," Aiden replied drearily. Why wasn't she at home snuggled under warm blankets where no one but the shadows on the walls and Roy would judge her?

The man laughed and shrugged. "Well, what can you do? We saw each other at least four times a week for several months. I assume you're only in here as a last resort?"

The man knew all too well her stance on needles when he'd been slapped in her endeavor to get away. It was an accident and she stood extremely still after apologizing profusely.

"I can't handle it anymore. Just kill me and be done with it."

"One immunization coming right up!"