What happened to you?: Tainted

Edward sipped his coffee, gazing over his cup at his inhuman lover. "You know, this cafe doesn't have very good coffee..." He said, grimacing. He set the cup down and sighed. Greed sniggered and stubbed out his cigarette.

"You bitch about weird shit..." He exhaled the remainder of the cigarette smoke. "Well, wanna get going?" He stood. Edward nodded, taking another gulp of coffee. No matter how bad it tasted, he needed the caffeine to keep going. he set down some money for the tip and left with Greed.

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Edward slipped off his red overcoat and tossed it onto the back of the couch. He yawned and stretched his arms over his head. "I'm tired all of a sudden..." He collapsed onto a chair, near the empty, cold fireplace. Greed tossed his shades onto the small table in the front hall.

"How long have you been going to that cafe?"

"About a month, why?"

"Just wondering. That place is too expensive for the crap they serve."

"Yeah, but the coffee's strong..." Edward closed his eyes and took a deep breath.

"You okay?" Greed stared at him, a look of worry crossing his features. Edward didn't answer right away. He continued to breathe deep for a few seconds.

"I felt strange..." He opened his eyes and sighed. He almost looked better, but then he clapped a hand over his mouth and bolted out of the chair and down the hallway.

Oh, Jesus..." Greed sighed. He knew if Edward got sick, he got sick. None of that "Sniffles" shit, real illness. Last time, he was bedridden for weeks.

Greed followed down the hallway, but was greeted by a tightly shut door. Retching could be heard on the other side. Greed rested his forehead against the door, knocking lightly with one hand. “you've been feeling miserable for almost 2 months now….what did your doctor say?”

Edward coughed once before replying. “He said he couldn't find anything wrong…”

“What about a blood test?”

“Naw…none of that…too busy, what with an epidemic of Typhoid Fever….”

Greed sighed. “Lazy-ass…”

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