Flesh

by Azremodehar

A quick check assured him that his left arm was indeed still flesh.

Author's Notes: Nothing in particular. It's an almost!drabble; the story itself is 111 words long.

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Flesh

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Ed sighed, and shifted. It was too damned early to be awake; deep down in his gut, he just somehow knew it. But there was a nagging pain in his right elbow that said... Wait. My right arm?! Ed rolled over, freeing his right arm from beneath himself, flexing his fingers as he did so, and bringing the hand in front of his face. He cracked one eye open, and then both fell open. He stared. At his right arm. His flesh arm. A quick check assured him that his left arm was indeed still flesh. He held his hands in front of his face and, for a long time, stared.