Hmmm chapter 3… Its not so great, but it'll do! Enjoy!
Winry stretched her tense arm muscles and glowed with pride as she surveyed her finished work. Ed's new arm was gleaming softly in the harsh basement light under which she was working. It was probably the best Automail she'd ever made. Winry got up from her chair, glancing at the clock as she did so. 4:06am. Pinako had been watching over Ed all night so Winry had not been needed upstairs, but now her work was done, she could go see how Ed was doing. Carefully picking up the Metal arm, Winry made her way up the basement steps and up into Ed's old room, where he was sleeping now.
Pinako looked up as Winry ambled into the room carrying her finished Automail.
"How's he doing?" she asked as she set the Automail down on the side table.
"Not brilliantly, but he'll make it," Pinako said grimly. In truth, Ed looked pretty awful. His long, golden-blonde hair had come lose from its ponytail and was fanned around his pale face. He had dark circles rimming his closed eyes, and his grey-white face was twisted into a frown, as though he was having a nightmare. He was only wearing his trousers, as they had cut his shirt off the previous night to bandage his wound, which wasn't as serious as it had first looked. The bleeding had stopped now, and Pinako had repaired Ed's arm socket, though it would pain him for at least two days after he woke up. Winry sighed.
"I finished his arm. It's my best work ever, I reckon." Winry stated, gesturing to the Automail on the table.
"It looks good, Winry. Ed's lucky to have a mechanic as efficient as you." Pinako smiled as she headed towards the door. "I'll leave you to watch him for now. Give me a shout if the fool wakes up." Pinako closed the door behind her, leaving Winry alone with Edward. She pulled a chair up to his bedside. Ed's face was peaceful now, though he still looked pretty exhausted. Winry put her hand to his brow. She jumped. He was burning up. Probably from being out in the rain, plus the stress of his disappearance to… wherever it was he had disappeared. She picked up the cool, damp cloth from the rim of the bowl of cold water by Ed's bed and draped it over his forehead, just like she had done all those years ago after his first Automail surgery. She felt the same love for him as she had then. But she had never told him. Winry looked at his familiar, handsome face and wondered if he felt the same way about her. Sighing, Winry shook her head. Suddenly, there was a quiet knock on the door, and Al came shuffling in.
"Hey Winry, how's Brother doing?" He asked tiredly.
"He's still in pretty bad shape, but I think he'll be O.K." Winry replied, equally as tired as Al. Al rubbed the back of his neck and moved over to the side of Edward's bed.
"I called General Mustang," said Al quietly. Winry looked up.
"Oh? What did he say?" she inquired frowning. Al gave a small smile.
"He cursed Ed for getting into so much trouble, and said, I quote; 'Right well I'd better come over and see how the Pipsqueak is doing then. Trust Ed to eat up all my time.'" Al said, Imitating Mustang's voice. Al grinned. "He acts like he doesn't care, but I think The General really is worried about Brother. They fight a lot, but General Mustang has looked out for Ed for years now. Plus, Ed is one of Roy's best Alchemists!" Al finished. Winry smiled weakly.
"Yeah. I guess Ed is kind of like a son to Roy, though he'd never admit it." Winry said softly. Al stretched.
"Well, if Brother is alright at the moment, I'm going to try and get some sleep. Wake me up if anything happens." Al said as he opened the door. Just before he closed it, he said, "you should get some sleep too Winry, I'm sure brother wouldn't want you losing sleep and health over him. He cares too much for you." Al closed the door with a small smile, leaving Winry to think about what he had said.
Aw, Poor Ed, it seems he's going to have a visit from Roy!