A/N: Drabble numbre trente-six!
Edward has his limbs back in this one! It wouldn't make sense if he still had an automail arm xD
36. Bloody Injury (132 words)
Roy held in a laugh as he watched Edward try to sign his name on a few forms. The signature came out messy and child-like, since Fullmetal was using his left hand to write, instead of his preferred right hand.
"Shut up, Mustang," he growled, flinging the pen at the sniggering colonel as soon as he'd finished using it. "It's your fault I'm like this, anyway."
"My fault?" Roy stopped laughing to speak.
"I wouldn't have cut my hand if you hadn't decided Hughes' couch would be a good place to--"
"Okay, I get it! How was I supposed to know he kept daggers in his cushions?" Roy asked, and quickly dissolved into snickering again. Edward just glared and stomped out of the room, plotting ways to get his lover back.
A/N: What are they doing having sex on Hughes' couch? I have no idea. And why would he put daggers in his couch when he has such a young daughter? Nobody knows. You'll just have to figure those two things out on your own.
It was originally a sprained wrist, but then I noticed that it said "bloody injury" and had to change it. Oh well.