Winry stretched and gave out a huge yawn when she got off the train. "Man, what a long ride." She complained. "How do Ed and Al do it all the time?" The young mechanic spun around to face the crowd that was at the train station. "I wonder if Ed suspects me." She thought back to the phone call she gave him about a month ago.
"Now, Ed I'm going to be right here in Resembool. If you need a tune-up, just call."
"Mm-hah." He waved it off on the phone like it was nothing of importance.
"Are you even listening?" Winry asked.
"Yeah, yeah." Ed said in the same tone.
"Edward!"
"Whaatt?" The boy groaned.
"One of these days, I'm going to drop by Central just to pick on you!" Winry yelled.
"Yeah, yeah." He went back to the same tone again.
After that, she just slammed the phone down in frustration. She honestly couldn't tell even herself what she saw in him. "Oh well. We'll just have to see."
"So the Colonel is taking care of Doyle?"
"That's right." Al answered.
"And I'm supposed to stay here and heal?"
"Yes."
Ed gave a blankly stared at Al, speaking suddenly only a second after. "I'm out."
Al was lost for a moment, but quickly regained his senses. "Wait, Brother! You need to heal!" Al picked Ed up –who wasn't resting on the bed, but was suddenly standing by the door - and put him back in the bed. Ed was yelling the whole time; Al just laughed.
"I know you don't want to hear this Brother, but you're very light."
"What'd you say?!"
"I'm sorry brother. It's the truth."
"DON'T CALL ME PIPSQUEAK!"
"But I never did such a thing-."
"You didn't have to! I know you meant-!"
Al laughed. "Okay. Think what you think is necessary brother." Al never liked fighting with his brother, but when they argued like this, he sometimes enjoyed it.
"Damn right I will." Ed pouted, crossing his arms as he sat crisscross on the bed. There was silence for a moment. "Hey! Wait a minute! Alphonse-!"
The door flew open, cutting off Ed's rant. Standing in the threshold was the blonde mechanic, Winry, panting like crazy.
"Oh. Hey, Winry." Ed said, nonchalantly.
"Hey Winry?" She was on the verge of crying. "I came by to see you guys and I heard from someone that you've been in the hospital for two weeks Ed!" She came closer and looked at his right arm. "But I don't see any problems with your automail." Ed's jaw fell to the floor, a steady flow of blood splaying out of his nose.
"All jokes aside Winry." Al chuckled slightly.
"Right," Winry said. "I'm just here to say hi. Nothing of-." Winry froze.
"Winry?" Ed asked. "What's the matter-?"
"Ed..." She said as she stared toward the floor.
"Yeah? What is it?"
She looked at Ed, eyes squinting in an accusing manner as her finger pointed to his food tray. "You didn't drink your milk."
Ed turned his head away. "Yeah? And I didn't eat my rice. What of it?"
Winry snapped now. "Rice isn't that important! Milk is needed more than rice is!"
"Who says I even want the milk?!"
"If you don't drink it, you're going to be short forever!"
"WHAT'D YOU SAY?!"
"You heard me!"
"DON'T CALL ME A SHRIMP! ILL TURN YOU ALL INTO FISH!"
Al laughed. "Sure you will Ed."