Disclaimer - fma no belong to april. april just play with fma.
Originally written for an alter!series drabble challenge in the lj community, but i thought it would be nice to post here, as i really havent done that much with good ol' Ed.
Drabble the Eighteenth!
Of all the stupid…
Pain sparked with enough intensity to bring tears to his eyes, which in itself was as frustrating as the pain itself. He had meant to exit the room with panache and more than a little bit of force. He had not meant to misjudge the actual placement of the doorframe, thereby slamming his shoulder into very solid wood.
And in front of Hoenheim, of all people…Ed hissed in pain, thinking back to all the times he had slammed that sensitive nerve in his elbow as a child. This was even worse.
He reflexively clenched his good hand on his shoulder, pressing tightly against the stinging joining of prosthetic and flesh as his legs buckled in reaction to the intense waves of pain. He was going to walk out of this room on his own feet, damn it. He was not going to slide to the ground and take a minute to recover, no matter how tempting an option that seemed.
Of all the stupid, little things to do…He pressed his eyes shut, hoping at least to save the tears and perhaps that last little bit of pride.
A strong hand settled on his good shoulder, eased a traitorously unresisting body to settle onto the floor. Ed snapped his eyes open to meet the concerned gaze of Hoenheim. In the next bit of silence a battle was fought, and a decision made. Ed closed his eyes again and leaned back, allowing for this one instance of weakness, and quietly thankful for the arms around him.