The next day, Winry lay in bed, regretting having to clean Ed's shirt and put it back in his drawer. Not wanting to get up and have to face Ed, Winry just lay there, wallowing in her own self-pity, wanting to just tell Ed how she felt, instead of keeping it buried away inside, only letting it out on a piece of dirty laundry. She had made some progress the next day with Ed's arm, knowing that he needed it badly. It was almost near completion, and could easily be finished by noon, but Winry didn't have the compulsion to get out of bed.
Surprised to find Winry still in bed, just staring at the wall, Ed walked over to her to see if she was ok. "You ok win?" Ed asked as he sat down beside her on the edge of the bed.
"I don't feel good. I'm sick" Winry replied in a quick manor, hoping to get the conversation done quickly enough, so Ed would maybe leave so she could rest and get better.
"I'm sorry to hear that." Ed replied as he placed his left hand on Winry's forehead after brushing a few stray hairs out of the way. Winry blushed at the feel of his touch on her skin, not daring to look at him, afraid he may notice her blushing if she does, but not wanting the hand to go away either. "You don't seem to be running a temperature, but you seem a little red." Ed knew better than anyone when Winry was sick, and when she wasn't. He grew up with her, and he knew just about everything there is too know about a girl like Winry. Ed was somewhat confused though why Winry was faking sickness, but decided to play along and leave her be to rest. "Well I'm going to go. I'll let you get some rest." Ed said as he stood up to go.
"Wait!" Winry exclaimed as she grabbed a hold of Ed's hand, and cursing herself for sounding so needy. "Do you think you could just stay with me a little bit, just until I can fall back asleep?" Winry asked Ed, with hope in her heart that he would maybe even hold her in his arms and tell her everything is Ok and that she'll be better soon, even if she wasn't sick.
"Sure." Ed replied as he turned around to slip into bed with Winry as she scooted over only a little bit, with still a good portion of room behind her, while leaving only a little room for Ed. Familiar with how this went, Ed lay down underneath the blankets, and just as he always did since Winry was a kid just like him, she placed her head on his chest, near his heart.