The Central Hospital at Headquarters was the last place he wanted to land himself into.

But with the battle with Lust and his poor attempt at cauterising his own stomach and other injuries, he didn’t have much of a choice.

He shifted uncomfortably into a sitting position in the hospital bed.

He was trying not to show a reaction to when you touched the scorched skin on his abdomen.

“Would it hurt to be a little more careful?” Roy hissed, biting back a string of curses at the ache crawling up his nerves. “Damn, you're cold.”