Edward-Elric-FC--FMA

General Roy Mustang was feverish. He knew he was. He could feel sweat soaking his forehead, a layer of humidity that was confirming the higher temperature of his skin. He was trembling too, even if he was aware of the fact that the room wasn’t cold, his body was shivering slightly and his breath was hissing its way out of his mouth. If he weren’t having trouble to keep his eyes open he might have laughed at his situation; the infamous “Flame Alchemist”, the man who could set on fire entire cities with a snap of his fingers was now having fire under his skin bothering him. He had come to know that this kind of temperatu