Author's Note: Hmm. Might as well put this one up. XD It's a drabble I wrote a few weeks ago, originally entitled "Proof that I am Too Obsessed with Ed's Fine Motor Skills (or Lack Thereof)." Based on the manga, with minor spoilers for the most recent chapters (only regarding the kind of injuries the characters have gotten, though). It's silly and not very well-organized but I like it. Kind of. Um, well anyway...
Disclaimer: Fullmetal Alchemist ≠ mine.
Lunchtime
Around noon in Central Hospital, the nurse came around to serve lunch to the patients. Two fifteen-year-old boys with broken ribs and various other injuries were particularly eager to get their lunch, disgusting though the hospital food was. They didn't care, they were starving.
Ling dug into his meal as soon as if was placed in front of him, pausing only to thank the nurse, as any gentleman should. A few minutes later, however, he noticed that Ed was displaying some rather strange behavior.
He watched as his roommate slammed his right hand onto his tray. Over. And over. And over. "Ed, what in the world are you doing?"
"I can't... pick up... my damn... fork!" Edward tried valiantly to pick up his fork, but to no avail. "Dammit, stupid automail..."
The Xingian prince watched on in amusement. "Perhaps you broke something in your automail as well?"
Ed stopped assaulting his tray and stared at his right hand, flexing his fingers. "I wouldn't be surprised," he mumbled under his breath. "But this is normal anyway."
"...It is normal to take your frustration out on dining utensils?"
"NO!" Ed glared at his friend, then sighed. "I can't do things like write or pick up small objects with my automail hand. And seeing as my left arm is broken..."
Ling began to eat his food again. "Really? That is a pity."
Scowling, Ed took his milk and chucked it at Ling's head. "Thanks for the sympathy!"
"Ow! Really, was that necessary?"
"I'm hungry and I'm injured and I don't need even more stress from you!" Edward tried again to pick up his fork, but failed, and opted to instead throw his entire meal on the floor in a fit of frustration. "DAMMIT I CAN'T TAKE THIS ANY MORE!"
"What's going on here?" Al clanked into the room and saw Ling nursing a bump on his head and Ed fuming, his lunch tray all over the floor. He made a sighing noise and bent down to start cleaning up the mess. "Really, Brother. If you had waited, I could have fed you your lunch."
Ed said nothing and just continued to sulk.