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2. Lip Cream
The cold winter wind was like a knife to the face and Winry let out a sigh of relief as she pushed her way through the hospital doors that evening. Her shopping trip had been a success and she quickly made her way through the halls to Ed's room, Room 114.
It was much warmer in the hospital and Winry had to remove her coat. She turned the corner, still fumbling with the jacket, and bumped into another person.
"Oh! Lieutenant! I'm sorry, I wasn't paying any attention."
Hawkeye only smiled and waved her apology away. "No, no. It's alright. No harm. You're here to see Edward, I suppose?"
"Yes, I-"
"You just missed him then. They knocked the Boss out with some drugs about five minutes ago," interrupted Havoc, who wheeled himself up next to Hawkeye. An unlit cigarette was perched on his lips and he glanced over his shoulder towards Edward's room.
"Oh. They were painkillers?" Winry asked, immediately deflating a little.
Hawkeye gave Havoc a warning glance, but the man ignored it and spoke up. "Think so. You know how automail gets when it's cold."
Winry stiffened and bit her lip and Hawkeye immediately smacked the back of Havoc's head. The man whimpered a little and hunkered down in his wheelchair, giving Hawkeye a baleful glare. "Well it's the truth!" he grumbled.
Hawkeye glared back before turning back to Winry, a kinder expression on her face. "We'd better go. It seems that Havoc needs some drugs himself. Have a good night, Winry," she said, grabbing the handles on the wheelchair and pushing the man rather quickly down the hallway.
Winry watched them leave before making her way to Ed's room. She quietly pushed the door open and stepped into the dark room before closing it behind her. One of the lamps was on in the corner, giving her enough light to maneuver around the room. The blinds were drawn and it seemed Ed had been bedded down for the night.
The doctors had indeed given Ed another shot; there was a new bandage on the inside of his elbow of his left arm. Winry felt a stab of guilt when she saw her childhood friend. The automail and the pain that came with it was her fault, no matter what he said otherwise.
"I can't show you what I got until you wake up, Ed," she whispered, clutching his flesh hand and massaging it gently. It was rather difficult with the brace on it, but Winry didn't care. "Looks like I'll just have to wait."
There was no response and Winry sighed, her eyes traveling to Edward's face. The stitches across his forehead had finally been removed, leaving a long, red scar, but the slashes on his right cheek were still bandaged.
The mechanic frowned as her eyes landed on Ed's lips. They were dry and cracked and Winry felt a flare of anger at the nursing staff. Didn't they have the sense to check for little things like that? She grabbed her purse and began to dig through it furiously until she pulled out a small can of lip cream. Unscrewing the lid, she swept some onto her finger and began to dab them on his lips.
She half expected some sort of response, maybe a grunt or twitch, but Ed slept on. Winry shook her head as she put the lip cream back in her bag; it looked like she'd been waiting a while.
Awww, Ed's beat up and on drugs. How sweet. And for those of you thinking that Ed's only injuries are to his head and arm, well, you're in for a surprise…
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