Spring 1916
Winry was up late working one night. As she was getting ready for bed, she heard whimpering and thrashing in Edward's bedroom. 'Oh no, not again,' she thought. She went into his room, and turned on the light. "Edward, wake up," she told him. She didn't want to touch him. She had learned that had startled him too much. "Come on Edward, wake up," she said a little louder.
Edward sat up quickly, and eyes wide opened. His irises were narrowed as he looked around in terror. His eyes locked on her. "Winry! What are you doing here?! It's too dangerous! You should be at home!"
"Ed, you're okay. It was just a bad dream. You're home. Al's sleeping so let's stay quiet," she spoke calmly and sat on the bed in front of him. Edward looked around. He was home, and Winry was safe. Al was sleeping. Edward took some deep breaths. Winry took his hands. "You're safe here."
Just then, Edward's face grimaced in pain. A huge thunder clap sounded outside, and the rain began to fall. "My leg. It hurts so much," he said as he grabbed it.
"You want some acetaminophen?" Winry asked. Edward nodded. "I'll go get it. I was going to make tea. You want some, too?" Edward again only nodded. Words were too difficult to get out. Winry went downstairs, and put the kettle on. She got a glass of water, and the pain pills. 'No wonder he had such a terrible dream. His leg was hurting," she thought as she brought her items upstairs. Edward took the pills and water without hesitation.
Winry heard the kettle whistle, and went back downstairs to make the chamomile tea. She brought up 2 mugs of it for her and Edward to sip on while they settle back down. She sat on the bed next to him. Edward sipped on his tea while waiting for the pain meds to kick in. "Fucking thunderstorms," he muttered. Winry frowned in sympathy for him.
"Do you want to talk about it?" Winry asked, even though he never had talked about his bad dreams before.
"Talk about what? The weather?" Edward retorted. Winry sighed. She didn't know if he was serious or if he was trying to avoid the subject.
"No, I meant what you were dreaming about. You keep having these horrible dreams." Edward looked down at his mug. He did not enjoy these conversations.
"Not really," he told her. Winry was disappointed but wasn't surprised.
Silence passed by the young couple. Winry rose from the bed. "Well, I think it's time I get to bed." She was about to walk off but he grabbed her hand.
"Stay… please," Edward said softly. She sat back on the bed. Edward kept looking into his mug even though it was empty. "The dreams vary. Sometimes, it's about when we tried to bring back mom. But lately, it's been about what could have gone wrong on the Promised Day. So much happened on that day." Winry started tearing up. She could see his pain both physical and emotional. She couldn't help it when she reached out and embraced him. His eyes grew large, and a pinkish hue was on his cheeks.
"Edward, so much bad happened in such a short time but so much good has happened too. All those lives were saved. Al has returned to his human self. You got an arm back. And you came home to me." Edward smiled warmly and returned her embrace.
"You know you can always talk to me. You don't have to carry this alone." Winry told Ed.
"Okay. But you know….. You can talk to me about stuff, too." Edward said. Winry pulled from his embrace. She tilted her head and smiled at him.
"Okay, I'll remember that. Does your leg feel better?"
"Yeah, it does," Edward seemed surprised.
"Well I think we need to get rest. I've got a client coming tomorrow." Winry tried to get up again.
"Winry, wait. Will you sleep with me?" Edward asked. Winry thought about it, and then turned a bright red.
"Wait! Agh! I mean just sleep! Grrr.. I really am an idiot," Edward groaned.
Winry started giggling. "You're lucky I didn't have my wrench on me." She got under the covers as did Edward. "Good night Ed," she said.
"Good night," Edward replied.
Winry closed her eyes. "This reminds me of when we had sleepovers as kids," she said and then she yawned.
"Yeah it does," Edward said remembering all the fun sleepovers they had when they were kids. He smiled while he was dreaming the rest of the night.