Nick's question: If vegetarians eat vegetables than what do humanitarians eat? (Sorry that this doesn't have an original question by us.)

Disclaimer: I do not own FMA but I do own too many books that I don't have time to read. (Seriously, every time I go to a book store I buy a new book but I never seem to have time to read them. I really need a vacation again.)

Chapter 14

Now it had been three days since the surgery. (It was a Saturday.) Winry had visited the hospital everyday that week with Al, not only keeping company with Ed but checking up on how he was doing with the new automail as well.

Winry walked into Ed's room and he couldn't help but groan at the large amount of paper that she was holding. Winry snickered slightly at Ed's reaction to her. "What kind of a welcome was that?" she said smiling.

"The kind that means go away with all of your paperwork." Ed said sharply. He obviously wasn't in the best of moods. Then again, who would be after spending almost a week in the hospital without even being let outside. Ed huffed as Winry set all the papers that she had in her arms on the hospital room table and took off the backpack that she had been wearing.

"Somebody's in a bad mood." Winry stated making sure not to loose her temper at Ed.

"Well you wouldn't either if you were stuck in this place. There's nothing to do. I mean first the …"

"Food sucks," Winry had interrupted Ed. "and they make you drink your milk," Ed made a face as Winry continued his rant. "There's nothing ever to watch on TV, all the doctors won't even let you go to the bathroom by yourself, and last but not least all the nurses want to know everything about your girlfriend."

Unfortunately, in order to make sure that Winry didn't get in trouble with the hospital for not being Ed's family and still seeing him, they had to continue acting like they were girlfriend and boyfriend whenever anyone came in the room to see them.

Ed's face flushed at the last reason that he would have stated, had he gotten to finish his own rant. Winry knew him almost too well. It was time to get on a different subject. "So, are you going to check my automail again today?" Ed asked trying to change the subject.

Why does Ed always bring that up right away when I see him? Doesn't he ever think of me as something besides his mechanic? "It almost sounds as if you're trying to get rid of me Ed." Winry said as she walked to the left side of the bed and lifted the covers away from Ed's left leg.

Ed didn't respond to her statement, not sure what exactly he was supposed to say. He chose wisely in not saying anything.

"Okay Ed, now wiggle your toes," Winry told Ed as she watched his foot. It moved perfectly. After that she had him point and flex his foot. Then she had him sit up with his legs hanging off the hospital bed, as to check that his knee was working properly as well.

"Well besides being a little stiff, which is always to be expected of a new automail limb, you seem to be doing just fine." Winry said proud of the fact that she had done such an excellent job with Ed's leg. After all, most of the time major problems with automail occurred in the first 72 hours, so if nothing had occurred by now, then most likely nothing would.

"So am I allowed to get out of bed now?" Ed asked hopefully.

Winry sighed. She should have known that would have been the first thing that Ed asked. Ed never was one to stay still for too long. "I guess it wouldn't hurt too much." She said.

Ed practically leaped from the hospital bed and as his feet hit the floor, Winry saw an expression of pain flare up on his face before a look of determination covered it up. She winced as he took three steps looking fine… to anyone who didn't know Ed very well. Unfortunately for Winry, she did know him quite well and it was pretty obvious to her that he was in pain.

Winry knew better than to help him though. Ed was very hard headed about such things. She had been lucky enough that he had even asked her to do his automail instead of getting it behind her back. So now I think that I'm lucky to do his automail? Of course I am now that I already finished the operation. The most stressful moment of my life I think. I wonder what Ed meant by that he felt lucky. What could that possibly mean?

When Ed got back to his bed, he sat down and tried to act as if taking a few steps with his new automail hadn't hurt so much. It was then that Ed realized something. "Hey, wasn't Al supposed to come with you?" he asked.

"Yeah, he and I came together, but he had to go to the bathroom so I headed here on my own." Winry said. "He should have been here by now though."

"Where could he be?" Ed said sounding just a tad worried.

"Well, until he gets here, you're going to just have to work." Winry said fetching a pile of papers from the table where she had set them. "Here you go, now work." She said as she dumped them in Ed's lap.

Ed grunted slightly as the papers hit his lap. First he frowned at the papers and then he did the same to Winry who was grabbing a book from the bag she had brought. "What's that?" he asked, knowing that he didn't own such a book and that this way he could avoid working.

Winry sat down in the chair next to Ed's bed and got settled in before answering Ed. "It's my Alchemy I book." She said with a tone of distaste.

"How's that class going for you, by the way?" Ed asked trying to sound innocent.

Winry saw right through his plan of getting out of working, but she was so frustrated with the class, that she couldn't help but tell Ed. "It sucks!" she exclaimed, "I've only been in the class for five days and already we've had three quizzes, next week we are going to have a test, my book is falling apart, and I can't even understand what it's saying most of the time. At this rate I'll be failing this class by this Friday."

"Why don't I help you then?" Ed said carefully taking the old textbook from Winry's lap. I'm just trying to get out of doing my own work. It's not like I just want to keep hearing her voice or anything.

"Would you really help me Ed?" Winry asked in surprise.

Ed had to concentrate in order not to blush at the look on Winry's face. Why does she have to be so cute. Shoot! Get those thoughts out of your head Ed. You can't think about your best friend in that way. Ed nodded at Winry.

Winry looked at all of his paperwork now sitting beside him on his bed. She bit her lip thinking about the paperwork that he still had to do. Ed couldn't help but stare at her lips that she was biting. Her lips look soft. Ahhh! No! Stop thinking those thoughts! Damn hormones.

"Well I suppose you could help me for a little while" Winry said giving in to Ed's suggestion knowing full well that he was just trying to weasel out of paperwork. Ed grinned at Winry happy to be concentrating on Alchemy rather than boring papers. "But don't think that you're getting out of doing your paperwork." She said making sure that he knew for sure that he was still going to have to do his work.

Ed frowned at Winry's last statement, but figured that it was as good as it was going to get, so he opened up Winry's alchemy textbook to page one. "So what do you need help on?"

Then the two teens got very caught up in alchemy with Winry asking many questions and Ed explaining everything in terms much more explainable.

When Al and a girl with him both peeked in their heads to Ed's hospital room many hours later, they found both his brother and Winry fast asleep. There was an alchemy I book laying beside Ed, and Winry's head was resting with her head in her arms on Ed's lap, and Ed had fallen asleep with his right hand resting on Winry's head. It almost looked as if he had been stroking her hair when he fell asleep.

Al couldn't help but grin at Ed and Winry as Ella awed at them quietly before both slowly backed out of the room and quietly closed the door behind them deciding that they could go hangout for a while longer before introducing Ella to Ed and Winry.

Oooooo. "Who's Ella?" is probably what you are all asking. She's my OC! And what was Al doing for all those hours? Well, I'll tell you in the next chapter, Al's Meeting.

I will updating Friday, okay.

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FFG- Jo