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014: Therapy
It was raining outside, and Edward was sprawling across the couch reading a book. Winry walked over and couldn't resist poking his unprotected stomach. Edward shifted the book and scowled at her.
"Budge up, Ed."
"What do you want?"
Winry pulled a hand from behind her back, showcasing something green and rubbery in her hand. Edward raised an eyebrow.
"What do you want?" he repeated.
"Scooch over and I'll tell you."
Edward swung his feet off the couch and sat up, leaving the book face down and open in his lap.
"How's your shoulder?" Winry started.
"Better."
"You've been keeping off it when you sleep, right?"
Edward rolled his eyes. "Yeah, I'm not stupid, Winry."
"Hold your arm out and make a fist," she commanded. Edward did as he was told, and Winry examined his shoulder and arm, looking for any signs of fatigue. She pursed her lips and furrowed her brows.
"What?" Edward asked, trying to keep his mind off how adorable she looked.
"Hold each of my hands, tight as you can."
Reciting the periodic table in his head to try to keep a blush of his face, Edward obeyed.
"Hmm."
"What?" Edward growled, getting annoyed.
"You're right arm is weaker than your left."
"Well, no shit. It was only locked in the Gate for five years."
Winry glared at him. "Thanks for stating the obvious, Ed. I meant since we extracted the port from your shoulder."
"Tch."
"Well, I guess you'll just have to do some therapy." She held out the rubbery green thing she showed him earlier. "This ball will help you get your grip back. It'll also help strengthen all the muscles in your arm, shoulder and back that are used when you make a fist."
Edward grabbed the ball and squeezed it. He smirked.
"Is this a balloon with baking soda in it?"
"It doesn't matter what it's made of, it's the result that's important!"
"You just want me to pop it and get white shit all over me. This is payback for the pie!"
"IT'S PHYSICAL THERAPY, YOU JERK!"
Edward guffawed and threw the ball at Winry. She just beaned him back and stormed away.