"Now this time, Fullmetal, you WILL stay in bed until I say so, is that clear?"
Ed grumbled at Roy, crossing his arms. "Yeah, yeah, whatever, 'Colonel'."
"EDWARD!" came a voice, and a blonde girl ran into the room clutching a massive bouquet of flowers.
"Edward, I'm so glad you're okay! I came here as soon as I heard! Are you all right? You look pretty beat…do you need a nap?"
Edward blinked. "Uh…who are you?"
Winry laughed. "Oh Ed, you're so funny! Hahahaha!"
There was awkward silence as everyone stared at Winry.
"…you can't be serious."
"He has amnesia, Winry. He can't remember anything." Alphonse interjected.
Ed sighed. "Thanks, Ildefonso."
"Alphonse." Al growled.
"…really?" Winry looked shocked.
More silence.
The silence was broken by Winry bashing Ed on the head repeatedly.
"Why you little…! I'll get you out of this if it's the last thing I-"
"WINRY!" Al cried, grabbing Winry and pulling her off Ed.
"Thanks again, Albrecht."
"ALPHONSE!"
"You know, Winry…" Roy approached, "contrary to popular belief, hitting him on the head will not make things better. In fact…it could even worsen his head injuries."
"Oh…sorry…I was only trying to help..."
"That's okay…" Ed muttered. "Say, what was your name again? Winifred?"
"Winry Rockbell." Winry sighed. "I've been your friend since childhood. I made your automail."
"…automail?" Ed parroted, confused.
"Yeah, in case you haven't noticed, one of your arms and one of your legs are automail. You know, robotic?"
"…"
"HOLYCRAPI'MAFREAK" Ed cried, cowering under the bedsheets.
"Heh, you have no idea." Roy grinned.
"That's enough, the lot of you!" Riza cried, barging in. (She had momentarily left the room to feed her dog, Black Hayate, who has now at her heels.)
Black Hayate barked excitedly and pawed Ed's sheets.
"Not now, Hayate."
"Well, so…what happens now?" Winry inquired.
"Well, once Fullmetal is better, we shall have to try to teach him alchemy again. After all, he is one of our most prized alchemists, and we would like to get him back in the field as soon as possible."
"…back in the field?"
Roy smacked one hand over his face again.
"Either you're really ignorant, Fullmetal, or you have forgotten so much that you haven't realised you're in a military hospice. I.E., you're a soldier."
"…"
"I DON'T WANNA DIE!" Ed cried, still cowering under the sheets.
"Oh, for the love of…Riza?" Roy inferred.
"Gladly, Colonel." Riza nodded, whipping out a pistol.
"Eh?" Ed cried, peeking out his head.
BANG BANG BANG! Bulletholes suddenly appeared around Ed's head, narrowly missing him.
"AIEE! All right, I surrender!" Ed wailed, putting up his hands.
"Now you'll be a good soldier, won't you?" Riza scowled.
"YES MA'AM!"
Roy chuckled from the corner.
"See Winry? All better now."
