Still sick, but not too bad now. I'm having a bit of writer's block on Nail Polish, though. Hopefully it'll be done soon.
"Ow!" Ed exclaimed as he bit into a chocolate bar.
Hawkeye looked over at him. "Are you alright?"
"Mph. My tooth hurts."
"Fullmetal, when was the last time you saw a dentist?" Roy asked.
"Uh…before I joined the army?"
"I'm afraid, Mr. Elric, that you have quite a fantastic cavity starting here. You're going to need to get this filled," the dentist informed him.
Ed went white. "I, uh, I can't afford that."
The dentist chuckled. "Oh, don't worry. Military insurance takes care of most of the bill. And, since you're my last patient of the day, I can do it for you right now."
"Isn't that lucky, brother?" Al said.
"Gah!" Ed panicked and bolted for the door. Al was, unfortunately, right in the way.
Three escape attempts and one injured aide later, the dentist got out his tools.
"Niisan, it's for your own good," Al explained, detaching his brother's automail.
"Al, you traitor! Give me back my arm!" Ed howled.
"Why, so you can blow another hole in the wall?"
"We're ready now," the dentist said, holding up a wicked-looking power drill. Ed took one look and passed out. The dentist laughed, put the thing away, and took out a normal drill and a novocaine shot.
"You'd be surprised how many soldiers come in here crying like babies," he explained to the alarmed suit of armor.
"That wasn't so bad, now was it, brother?" Al asked.
"Shu'up." Ed mumbled, mouth still numb.
"Now, sir," the dentist said, turning to Al. "When was your last checkup?"
Al jumped. "Um, I had one not too long ago, thanks," he said quickly. "Come on, brother, we have to go." He grabbed Ed's hand and they both ran.
Thanks to everyone whowished for me toget better!