a/n: never written a fanfic before so some feedback would be great. thanks.
Thomas smiled as he undid the bandages around Edwards' eyes. Even through extensive amounts of scarring and damaged skin tissue, his upper cheeks were still soft and delicate; Thomas thought as he dropped the stained linen in a nearby tub sitting on the bedside table. The lieutenant winced under the pain of his flesh being exposed to oxygen, knocking Thomas back to reality as he let out a soft whimper.
"its alright" Thomas whispered softly, "I'll be over in just a sec, just let me clean yer up first, then I'll be done"
"sorry, sorry I didn't mean to sound impatient, it...it's just that it hurts, that's all" Edward mumbled apologetically.
He twisled his thumbs nervously as he heard Thomas preparing the soapy water to clean his face with. He wondered whether corporal Borrow thought him foolish for still complaining at the pain of his eyes every time he went to attend them. He frowned at the thought. He had grown awful close to Corporal Borrow the few weeks he'd been there, and didn't want to lose his respect.
Mr. Barrow obviously misread his frown as a sign of worry, as he bent forward to place a warm hand on his shoulder, rubbing it slightly in comfort. "You'll be just fine lieutenant. I know it hurts at the moment, but it will eventually stop when you begin to heal up som'more. After all, time is the only cure" smiled Thomas in his most pleasantest of faces which were specially reserved for the kindest of people, or those with the largest wallets.
"Yes, but when will that be!" Edward snapped, catching Thomas off guard, as he quickly removed his hand.
"Soon enough." Thomas replied sternly, yet reassuringly, as he walked off. Edward listened to his steps fading away as he left the room, suddenly feeling guilty and alone, already longing for his return.