A/N: Sorry I didn't update sooner. Thanks for the reviews as always and I CAN'T BELIEVE THIS IS CHAPTER 10! Wow! There'll probably be at least 3 or 4 more chapters maybe even 5 or more! (not more than 6) So enjoy this chapter everyone!

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CHAPTER 10: WHEN PLANS GO MISSING

It was Monday, 12:00 AM—no Tuesday. The previous day had been spent taking care of Winry's every need. And let me tell you, a sick and flustered Winry needed a lot.

The day was one of the most tiring of Edward's entire sixteen years of living. Perphaps even more tiring than the day of that fatal transmutation when all had gone terribly wrong and his life was forever turned upside down.

No, he wouldn't get into that. Not now that Winry was in this condition. What made him feel worse was that it was, or so he imagined, all his fault. That through his mistakes he had been the one to make Winry throw up every two minutes. That due to his lack of attention that day he had been the one to shove that horrible toxin in her food down Winry's throat. That since he hadn't been aware that a fever was going around Resembool lately it was his fault Winry may had accidentally caught it in addition to the food poisoning and so was now getting a temperature of 105 degrees, had cold, clammy hands, and was getting weaker by the second.

And so the troubled teen, Edward Elric, fell into a nightmare on the side of his childhood friend's bed where he had previously been tending to all of the needs of an utterly sick girl, never caring once that he may catch the sickness himself. But he stayed, never thinking to even move unless it was to fetch something for her and so that's where he wept and screamed in the twisted world of his nightmare.

The nightmare filled with the sins he had committed and voices of the people he knew and loved deeply screaming and yelling at him that he was of no use or everything was his fault, that everything that went wrong was caused by his mistakes.

"I'm sorry! I'm sorry!" he cried in desperation, "I didn't mean to!"

But the voices weren't so kind, "Sorry isn't good enough! Everything's your fault and you know it!" they accused. All that did was make Ed apologize more and more only to be rejected each and every time.

Only was he awakened when a soft, trembling hand was gently placed on top of his and a weak smile was given from the ill girl beside him.

"Ed," she managed to whisper hoarsely. He knew what she meant. He knew that hint of understanding and questioning in her voice.

"I'm fine," he replied, "Get some sleep Winry." She nodded and closed her eyes.

Though she looked peaceful she really wanted to knock him out with her wrench. Why couldn't he spare a word or two to tell her what was on his mind? Of course she knew he was screaming in pain from a terrible nightmare and she sure as hell could guess what it was about but for him to think he could hide it, had to hide it, was entirely different.

At a moment like this where she was completely frustrated with him would be a time that she would usually ask him to get her a glass of water or do some sort of chore. Tonight though she just closed her eyes and drifted to sleep.

Hell, he'd probably drop dead in the middle of the hallway anyways. Sometimes she just had to wonder that in all their years of friendship, after all these years of trust where were they?

xoxox In the morning xoxox

Light filtered in through the windows, waking Winry up to the sun welcoming her with its' blinding rays. When she looked around the room she saw Ed, still sleeping and drooling on the window seat.

Strange, he was usually up early and her late but she guessed that if she had been up till twelve AM and spent the night in an uncomfortable position then she may sleep in a little too.

For it is usually the strangest positions we slept longer in. That is unless we woke up. At that point we would groggily get up and slump over to the nearest comfortable spot.

However Winry immediately stopped dwelling on the subject when she remembered that Ed was still dozing off and so she suddenly yelled, (now that some strength had returned from a good night's sleep) "ED! GET UP! I NEED TO TAKE MY MEDICINE YOU SLACKER!"

She watched as Ed slowly got up, wiping his drool with the back of his hand and then shot a cold but tired glare at Winry.

"Geez Win. If you're so sick how can you yell so much?" he said sarcastically.

However luckily for Winry and unluckily for Ed, Winry put on a coughing fit and soon he rushed out the door and grabbed some pills that had been snatched by the local doctor yesterday.

He was never lucky anyway.

Just as he was almost to the room, right behind her door the phone rang.

He had no luck at all did he?

He let out an aggravated groan and hurried back downstairs.

"Hello?" he asked. By now he was annoyed and had no time for small talk.

"Brother?" said the voice on the other line. Al?

"Hmnn? Al? Is that you?" replied Ed.

"Yes."

"What do you want?"

"Well, me and aunty just arrived at the automail convention. Are you guys okay?"

"Could be better. Winry's making me do anything that pops into her twisted head."

"Al! Here's another bag. Do you mind carrying it?" asked someone in the background.

"Sure aunty! Uh, bye brother! See you in four more days!" finished Alphonse before the voice of the Pinako took over.

"Edward?"

"Wow, lucky me. I get to talk to the old hag."

"The midget seems to be in a bad mood."

"Shut up, you're smaller than me!"

"And you're smaller than my granddaughter."

"Am not! We're the same height now!" yelled Ed fiercely.

"Yes, well stop your complaining I have something else to talk about."

"Why don't you stop all that useless nagging of yours first?"

"You do know Winry's birthday is coming up don't you?"

"What?"

"Winry's birthday. Do I have to keep repeating myself Edward?"

"No," he mumbled back.

"Good. That's the whole reason I came here in the first place. I expect you to get her something nice."

"Yeah, yeah... WHAT?"

"Can you say something other than 'what' once in awhile Edward?"

"It's her birthday?"

"YES!" despite all her patience this had to be one of the most frustrating conversations in her life.

"Fine, but I don't have to make a cake do I?"

"Why?"

"Because, cooking is a science I wish not to study. Even if my life depended on it I couldn't make anything edible."

"Well then why don't you just get something from the bakery. Or you know. I got some groceries in the bottom cabinet since you two were taking so long. There were some ready made pop-in-the-oven meals in there."

Edwards face screwed up in confusion, "You mean there was food there? I thought that's where you kept the trash can?"

"Well, I moved it. You can't tell me you both are so ignorant you failed to notice that garbage can next to the sink. I like to think my granddaughter is a little smarter than that."

"Ummm."

Pinako sighed and hung up. This plan obviously wasn't working at all. Maybe there was a big plan in this itself. She didn't know what she was going to do after the two were sent home, even though she had acted as though she did.

This was a week where plans went missing.

xoxox

A/N: I think that was one of my longest chapters! Well, I hope you enjoyed that and here are some pictures I drew for the occasion, the periods are written like so: (dot)

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I usually computer color things but I have to get a better coloring program first. Enjoy these anyways though!