Disclaimer: Don't own FMA. No song this time. Too lazy.
Author's note: Had a great time writing this one. Hope you enjoy it. I promised there'd be EdxWin goodness here. A little, but not a whole lot. I kind of promised someone else, too, that there'd be action. Well, voila. Action. I'd planned this entire chapter to be fluffy, but…nah. Had a better idea. Let me know what you think. Oh, the 25th, the new Goo Goo Dolls album was released. "Let Love In" is the title. I bought it the day it came out. Booyah baby. It is flippin' sweet. Tracks 5 and 11 are so gorgeous; John's voice is beautiful. The other tracks are wonderful, too. So if you are a Goo fan, simply because you like their songs Name and Iris, I highly recommend their new album to you. It'll be a good buy.
Chapter 26: Fun House
Laughter vaguely echoed as the couple left the café. Their shadows were cast against the opposite wall as they walked along the alleyway. A few signs illuminated doorways as they headed towards the street. The signs advertised small, homey shops for those who knew their locations. The scents from coffee shops and late-night bakeries filled the small area. The two continued laughing and talking amiably as they stepped out onto the sidewalk.
"Wow," the Winry said, "I didn't know there was an Old Town Central. I thought all of Central was slummy." She laughed again.
Ed nodded. "Yeah. It's actually really nice down here. Not a lot of people visit, though. They're too used to Downtown and the ritzy places." He shrugged and took her hand casually.
There was a slight pause from the woman as their fingers laced together. But she shrugged it off after a moment. "I like it here. How'd you find it, Edward?"
Edward took his turn to pause. His gaze strayed to his right arm hesitantly. "Well, I had a lot of time when I was a bit younger. Plus, Mustang kept the training wheels on a lot of my assignments after...after the accident." He cleared his throat a little. "This place doesn't get a lot of bad traffic." The alchemist didn't really want to talk about his accident at the moment. He was enjoying himself too much right now.
His companion understood the meaningful, "Ahem," he'd uttered and flashed Edward a smile. "So, what's next? Home, or are we still out for a good time?" she asked, still smiling.
Winry's smile was nothing at which Edward could scoff. There was no hesitance as she flashed pearl white teeth at him. The soft color of her lipstick accented her features well. Winry was, Edward supposed, a natural beauty. Sure, there were prettier girls, but there was something about the woman beside him, something of which he couldn't quite let go.
Edward caught himself almost starting stupidly at her. He turned his face forward again. Only a second later, he saw from the corner of his eye Winry turn to look at him. A small blush touched Ed's face. Not because he'd almost been caught staring, but because he wasn't quite sure from where those thoughts about her had come. Stupid mind, running away without permission.
"Edward?" he heard Winry say.
"Um," he stalled, looking around. "We can stay out. I told Al not to expect us until late." Ed smiled a little.
There was a small silence between them for a moment. "So," Winry began slowly, "is this a date?" Her voice was a little hesitant sounding, and there was a light pink on her cheeks Edward was sure hadn't been there before.
He thought a moment. Was it a date? Dates didn't equal marriage. They didn't even mean anything official! A date could be between just friends. But...did Edward want "just friends"?
"I guess," Ed mumbled after a few more thoughtful seconds. He shrugged a little. Ed wasn't sure what he wanted out of this strange relationship with Winry Rockbell.
A small shove against his shoulder brought Edward from his thoughts. He looked at Winry. She wore a grin. "You guess? What kind of answer is that?" she asked. Suddenly, the woman was rather comfortable with the "d" word. Maybe because she could tell Edward was uneasy with it?
But he shrugged again. "Relationships haven't been my strongest point ever, Winry." He smiled a little, despite his small blush. "At least I didn't just say no."
She nodded a little. "True. That is a step in the right direction." She flashed her smile again. "So, a good time tonight? Show me the rest of Old Town."
Just as Edward was about to reply, a new voice interrupted him. "A good time?" the male voice asked. "Come to my House and I'll tell the pretty lady how to have a good time."
Edward's eyes searched momentarily until he saw a foreign man standing in a doorway. The sign above him read, "Fun House," in big, black letters. The man beckoned them closer. Winry started towards the building front, but Edward hesitated. The man's wording, despite the name of the establishment, hadn't pleased Edward in the least. Did Winry really not realize the man had just hit on her? But he didn't really have a choice as she dragged him to the door.
"A fun house, eh?" Ed looked at the man, unimpressed.
But the man remained unaffected by Edward's glare. "Yes, yes, very fun...especially with Havi around." He eyed Winry in a way Edward didn't much like.
The alchemist found himself putting both of his arms around Winry's waist possessively. "I think it might be too much fun for tonight." Edward brushed his lips on the edge of Winry's jaw as he turned his head to look up at her. "Huh, Win?" What in the name of all that's holy am I doing? Edward screamed at himself. Winry was a big girl, he told himself. She could take care of herself if someone was hitting on her.
One look at her face told Ed she had no clue what the man was doing. She merely frowned a little.
"Not too much fun," Havi insisted. "Just enough." He remained unflinching under Edward's hard gaze.
Winry nodded. "See?" She turned her head to look at Ed. In the process, their lips touched for a brief moment. She blinked to recover. "Not too much fun," she murmured, her eyes flickering between his gold orbs and his mouth.
Between Winry and Havi, Edward felt he'd never heard the end of this until he gave in. "Fine," he conceded. He turned his gaze to the man. "If it's too much fun, I will hold you responsible." Edward gripped the man's arm with his metal prosthetic hand just tight enough to let him know he wasn't kidding.
When the two were a little ways in the fun house and Havi was nowhere in sight, Ed gave Winry's hair a small tug. "Blondie," he muttered in her ear, then let go of her waist.
"What?" she complained. Winry frowned at him. "Your hair is blond, too." She tugged on some of his bangs.
Edward took his turn for a downward look. "My hair is golden blond, thank you," he told her matter-of-factly.
Winry smirked a little at him. "Whatever. What was your point for abusing my hair?"
"That guy was hitting on you," Edward mumbled.
She gasped a little. "Really?" Ed nodded. "Oh," her face fell a little. "So that must have been why you were acting strange," she mumbled.
Edward tilted his head to one side. "I was not acting strange," he insisted, blushing a little. He hadn't been acting strange; he'd just been...well, how had he been acting? Edward shrugged.
"Yes, you were. With the—" she put her arms around her waist like he had "—and the—" she lifted her hand to her jaw where he'd kissed her. "You weren't acting strange?" Winry gave him a skeptical look.
"Anyway!" Edward shook his head. "What I meant to say was was, if you had ignored the man, we wouldn't be here." He frowned at the floor as they walked down the dark hallway.
There was a silence long enough to make Ed look over at Winry. There was a small, slightly upset expression on her face. Her eyes flickered over to Ed's for a moment before she spoke. "I'm sorry," she mumbled. "I didn't realize what he was doing, and I thought we would have fun." She shrugged a little. "Guess not."
Edward stammered out loud for a few moments. From the moment he'd seen Winry's face, his mouth had been working silently. But the dismayed, vaguely upset tone of voice Winry had carried had brought his voice back.
So Ed stepped in front of Winry and held up his hands. "I didn't mean it that way, Winry," he said, if a little annoyed. Why did she have to jump the gun on him like that? He really hadn't meant it like that. "I'm sure this place is great, Winry. I just…" he trailed off in thought. He didn't want to blame the sudden almost-foul mood on the accident, because that honestly was not the reason. Ed had actually been enjoying himself. It had been after the run-in with the fun house guy that Edward had slipped.
Had he…had he been jealous? Or worse; had he been over-possessive of Winry?
"Just what?" he heard Winry ask at last. He remained silent, long enough for her to speak again. "Edward?"
He shook his head a little. After a moment, Ed took Winry's hand in his again. "Never mind," he said, smiling. With that, he turned around and pulled Winry with him, deeper into the fun house.
Thirty minutes later, the couple was close to the end. It wasn't a big fun house, and they probably could have been done looking through it and on their way home or somewhere else, but both had become sidetracked easily by many of the attractions and different rooms. They were currently in a room filled with mirrors.
It wasn't quite circular. There was an arc in the room, and another wall in the middle that jutted out halfway to the other wall, sectioning off the room. Edward and Winry had gone around the room about four times already, searching for the door to the next room. Each time, they'd found the door to the previous room, but not to the next one. Ed had, not quite jokingly, threatened a few times to use his alchemy to find the exit door. Of course, Winry had grabbed him and said they'd find it eventually.
"One more time around," Winry laughed, holding Ed's arms against his sides. "Just one more time, and if we don't find it, you can use your alchemy, Ed."
He frowned a little. "Fine," he mumbled and lowered his head. The two began walking against the mirrors once more, feeling around for the door. Edward laughed a little now and cast a glance over at Winry. "I'd hate to be the one who cleans these mirrors," he joked.
They laughed together for a moment. "Yeah, if people get as lost in here as we are, then they must look bad at the end of the day." Winry smiled. A moment later, she gasped. "Oh! I think I found it!" she exclaimed.
"Really?" Edward sounded genuinely excited. "Let me see." He reached towards her hand. Indeed, he felt a door handle behind the mirror. His gaze turned to Winry again as he smiled. "I could kiss you," he said. Then the blushed when he realized what he'd said. But he shrugged it off and told himself to forget it.
Just as he was reaching for the door handle, Ed saw it suddenly swing open. A bright light nearly blinded him when his gaze shot that way. He pulled away from the door so quickly, he almost bumped into Winry. She still stumbled back in surprise, however. His arm shot out to catch her, but Ed's gaze still stayed on the door. All he could see was the bright light and a dark silhouette. The alchemist lifted his free hand to shield his eyes.
"Congratulations," a slightly familiar voice said slowly.
Edward squinted a little to see. After a moment, he suddenly felt the need to move back. So he pulled Winry behind him, away from the figure. It continued to speak when Ed stopped a few feet away.
"You two finally found the way out. I was beginning to think that I'd have to come find you." Ed wasn't sure if the voice was one he was supposed to recognize, but he did, if only a little.
"Who are you?" Ed asked at last. He lowered his hand a little, but pushed Winry behind him more. There was just something about the voice and figure that made Edward uneasy.
But after a moment or two longer, the figure stepped closer, and its face came into better view. "Havi," he said. "I was…concerned, so I came after you two."
Edward nodded slowly. "Right. Well, we're fine. Are we almost finished?" he asked.
Havi stepped forward into the room to inspect the mirrors. A slightly dismayed look touched his face. "You're almost out," he said distractedly. "Just…one more room, and you'll be finished."
"Ed, my hand," he heard Winry say from behind him.
Ed loosened his grip on Winry's hand. He turned his gaze to the room beyond, but only for a moment before he looked back at Havi. "We'll be going now, then. We should be getting home; it's late." With that, Edward pulled Winry in front of him so she could leave first. He kept his head turned in the slightest to check for any movement from Havi.
As he was just about to cross the threshold to the next room, Winry turned around and began to speak. "What was that—Ed, look out!"
The moment he'd seen the sudden fear in Winry's eyes, Ed had clapped his hands, triggering his alchemy. He dragged his flesh hand over his metal arm. By the time she'd been able to shout at him, his prosthetic was on its way to becoming a blade. He quickly turned to see Havi advancing at him, about to bring down a knife on Ed.
The alchemist held up his metal arm against Havi. They stood still for a moment, both probably recovering from the shock the first strike sent through them. But did didn't take Ed long to fight back. He used his left elbow against the man's stomach, causing him to double over. A moment later, Ed punched in an upward motion into Havi's chin. Havi went flying backwards.
But Edward didn't let his guard down, and for good reason. Havi quickly recovered, but turned his stumbling backwards into aerial acrobatics. When he landed, it was as a completely different shape and figure entirely, one Edward recognized immediately.
Long, greenish-black hair in the style of dreadlocks hung past the creature's waist. Tight clothing, probably leather, clung to flat, off-white flesh. Purple eyes gazed at Edward.
"You," he growled. "What did they call you then?" Ed took on an offensive fighting stance, ready for anything. As a second thought, he tossed over his shoulder to Winry. "Stay back." He couldn't tell her to get help—others could have been waiting for that.
The feminine-looking figure laughed. "It's been such a long time; I'm flattered you remembered me." The thing – Ed wasn't sure if it was a man or a woman – lifted a slender hand to its collar bone. "Envy, that's what they called me."
"Right," Ed nodded. "What do you want with Miss Rockbell?" Ed knew if he called Winry by her first name, then whoever this joker was would realize that she meant more to him than just a nice payment.
But if it really had been Havi, the one who had hit on Winry and convinced them to go in the fun house, then it would have seen how…protective of her in that situation. Ed sighed. All he could do was hope, despite the feeling that this had been a trap from the beginning. That would mean to Edward that his perception was dulling. But he was sure that it wasn't, though. What was it, then?
As Envy began to speak, Ed also heard Winry's frightened breathing from behind him. Could it have been because she was with him? Ed's attention switched from that to Envy when he heard the womanly voice. "Who said I wanted her?"
Edward hardly had time to response or even process what Envy had said before the alchemist was holding his right arm up to ward off another aerial attack. Envy almost repeated the earlier action of acrobatics, but didn't land as far away. It lunged at Edward again, causing the blond to think very quickly to defend himself. Ed felt his feet moving beneath him as he tried to stay up. His opponent's entire weight was leaning against him, pushing Ed back. It was only a moment until he felt something hard against his back. A shattering noise stung his ears and Edward winced when he felt a bit of pain in his back.
After Ed recovered from that, he saw Envy leaning close. "I don't want the girl." Edward saw the almost crimson colored lips moving slowly just in front of his eyes. "They might want her. I want something more, though." Envy's lips curled into a sneer, maniacal laughter escaping him for a moment before Edward found it in himself to fight back.
He shoved Envy away and immediately slashed at him with his blade. Envy slid away and bent to pick up the knife. The battle of blades continued for a few more minutes, and neither gained the upper hand. Edward, however, hoped he could at least gain a small advantage or possibly land a hit, just to say he was even or doing better than Envy. But the moment that thought formulated in his mind, it was quickly beaten out by a blow to his head. Ed took a step back and grabbed his head, which felt like it was trying to spin off of his shoulders. Once his vision cleared from that, he saw Envy across from him, smirking still.
"You're so short for your age; it took me a while to calculate where your head would be in regards to my foot."
Ed glared. No one talked about his height like that, except Mustang. "Shut up!" he yelled and took the offensive as he charged towards Envy.
He'd been hoping to gain that advantage by attacking when his opponent was off guard, or at least not expecting it. But all his effort granted him was another blow to the head, followed by a not so nice feeling fist against his jaw. Edward swore as he fell back and onto the floor. He touched his jaw gingerly. His mouth filled with blood from his lip, which he'd probably bitten when Envy had punched him. Ed grumbled and jumped to his feet again. He was determined to not give up so easily. So he swore once more and ran at his opponent.
"So stubborn," Envy said in what could only be described as a strangely seductive voice. Envy dodged a swing from Ed's blade-arm. "Surprising, most definitely, for someone your height."
Ed swore and swung his arm down from above. "Shut up!" he yelled again as Envy jumped out of the way.
But suddenly, and completely unexpectedly, Edward felt a searing pain in his left arm. He hopped away from Envy and covered the part on his arm where he felt pain. When he drew his hand away, blood coated his prosthetic hand. Ed looked up just in time to see Envy's fist before it came in hard contact with his jaw again. A few more blows like that finally sent Ed to the floor again.
Before he had a chance to get up or even move, he felt a foot in his gut and chest repeatedly for what felt like an eternity. It was hard to breathe, if that was even a word in his vocabulary at the moment. Ed was beginning to feel dizzy and light-headed from the lack of oxygen to his brain when the kicks suddenly stopped. Ed managed, but just barely, to turn his head a little. He flinched when he heard a loud thump. Envy's body lay on the ground a few feet away. Ed flinched again when he felt a hand on his arm, just below his cut.
"It's okay, Ed," he heard a soft but shaky voice say. He turned his head again and saw Winry's face above him. She wore a concerned expression on her features, but still looked afraid. There was another emotion on her face, one Edward hadn't seen on someone in a long time. "Can you move?"
Edward took a moment before he replied or even tried to move so he could regain himself and at least a little breath. He groaned in pain when he tried to sit up, though he felt Winry's hands on his shoulders to help him up. Ed coughed into his hand from the pain. Blood tainted his fingers; he wasn't sure if it was just from when he'd bitten his lip, the numerous punches from Envy, or if those kicks had seriously upset his insides. It was probably a combination of all of them, though.
"Come on, I'll help you," Winry was saying, trying to pull Ed to his feet. She sounded desperate to get out of there.
But Ed shook his head, pulling his arm away. "What happened?" he asked hoarsely, choking on a little blood.
Winry paused. "I shot him," she mumbled.
Ed looked at her incredulously. "You what? With whose gun?" he nearly shouted as he gingerly made his way to his feet.
She looked sheepish again. "Yours! It fell out of your pocket when he shoved you against the mirror, okay! I wanted…I…I couldn't just watch him hurt you, Ed." Winry chewed her lip. She looked like she wanted to say something else, but looked so suddenly overcome with emotion.
Edward looked at Winry, over at Envy, then back to Winry once more. Envy was down for the count with a bullet to the head. Ed sighed painfully and took Winry into his arms. She was shaking. It didn't take long for him to feel hot tears against his shoulder. He made soft shushing noises to her. "Let's go," Ed mumbled. She didn't need to be there anymore.
When they managed to make it to the sidewalk, the roles had very much switched. Winry was holding him up as he couldn't walk from the pain.
"Just hang on, Ed," she murmured to him as she flagged down a cab with one hand. "We'll get you to a hospital soon."
He choked on a scoff. "My favorite place," he muttered and spat out some blood. It colored the snow red, tainting it.
A few moments later, a cab driver was hopping out of his car and over to the couple, surprised.
"What happened to him?" the man asked, opening the door. At least, Edward mused, the man wasn't so overcome with curiosity he'd forgotten his job.
Ed saw Winry shake her head. "He was in a fight; what do you think?" she replied almost heatedly. She helped Edward into the back seat of the cab, then slid in beside him. He could feel her worried eyes boring into him.
"Which hospital, lady?" the driver asked as he began to speed off.
There was a silence from Winry as she hesitated. Edward choked at first when he tried to speak, but coughed out more blood onto his coat sleeve. "Central General," he barely managed.
Immediately after his efforts to speak, he felt as the car shifted on a hard left turn. Ed was so very glad that they hadn't found an obnoxious cab driver. Ed would have preferred to walk the distance to the hospital than have to listen to a rude driver.
A few moments later, he felt Winry's hand on his shoulder. He turned his hazy gaze to her. "You're going to be okay, Edward," she told him.
For some reason, her voice sounded distant. The light that had been bright a moment ago didn't seem that way anymore against Winry's face. In fact everything seemed a little dull to him, even the hum of the car and the vibrations sent through the floorboards. Ed could feel his eyes drooping more and more every moment. He could vaguely hear Winry's voice directed at him, but he could only just barely understand her.
After a few moments, Ed forced his eyes open and lifted his hand to her chin. "Hush," he mumbled. "You said I'd be fine."
The moment after those words left his mouth, his consciousness slipped away as well.
It was some time later when Edward's eyes opened slowly. As he came back to himself, he felt like he was flying. His head was dizzy and spinning out of control, and his body felt very light. He groaned a little and went to turn on his side, away from the annoying light in his eyes. He'd probably just passed out on the couch after the party at the station and not turned off the light in the living room.
But as he began to turn, he paused. Had he left the TV on, too? What was that beeping noise he was hearing?
Edward sat up quickly. His head began to spin with a vengeance. He lifted his hands to grab his head, but instead found himself doubling over and covering his mouth. He began coughing into his hands. After a moment, he gagged and coughed one last time. Ed drew his hands away and found them coated in blood. He swore quietly and rubbed his hands on his blanket, staining the white sheet.
Wait, white sheet? Since when did he cover with a white sheet on his couch? And since when did he cover with anything on his couch?
Suddenly, it came back to him in a flash; the fun house, the fight, Envy, and that polite cab driver. And Winry.
Very slowly, Edward lifted his head and looked around. He saw a wall directly in front of him, shining stark white. To his right side was a curtain, separating him from other patients. To his left were a door and a window. Directly outside of them was a nurse's station. A few women in scrubs were sitting behind the desk, talking probably, or watching a small TV. Another woman walked past the window, holding a chart in front of her. She turned toward his door and walked in. When she looked up from the file, a surprised look touched her face.
"Good," she said, smiling, "you're awake. How are you feeling?"
Edward scowled. "Why do I always get stuck with you?" he asked. Each time he visited the hospital, for either himself or Al, he had the same nurse. Nurse Clara was also the main nurse he'd had after the accident. Coincidence? He thought not. Conspiracy? Most likely.
But she shrugged. "I don't know. Your brother called your phone a little while ago. Your lady friend had it in the waiting room and took the call outside."
Quickly discarding his grumbles, Ed looked at Clara. "Winry? She's still here?" he asked, a little surprised. He hadn't expected Winry to stick around for so long. It was two in the morning, or so the clock told him.
Clara nodded as she checked Ed's blood pressure. "Of course," she said. "She's asked quite a few times if she could come see you. But I remembered how you were about visitors when you slept." She recorded the numbers in the file. "She's very pretty. Let me see your arm."
Edward sighed. He looked down at both of his arms, right then left. He was gauze wrapped around his flesh, just below his shoulder. That's right, he'd been cut. "So, when can I leave?" he asked, quickly changing the subject from Winry. "I'd like to spend the remainder of the night in my own bed if that's okay with the almighty doctor and Nurse Clara."
He saw Clara shrug as she unwrapped his arm. Ugly, dark stitches came into view. "I don't know. It's up to the 'almighty doctor.' You were bleeding internally. If it was just your arm and those scratches on your back, you'd be gone already with some pain medication. But since it isn't, we have to monitor you to see if your body will absorb the blood, or if a blood vessel was ruptured. What were you doing, anyway?"
Ed sighed. So nosy, these nurses. "None of your business. What if it's a ruptured vessel?" he asked, wincing when Clara inspected his stitches too closely for his liking.
"Surgery. Must have been dangerous," she commented off-handedly.
With a shocked expression and annoyed growl at the same time, Ed pulled his arm away and swore. "None of your business, woman!" he reiterated. "And what do you mean, 'surgery'? Can't it just heal on its own?"
Clara shook her head as she turned to check his vitals on the machine and the slow morphine drip. "Touchy," she mumbled. "And just like I said; surgery. If you keep coughing up blood, we put you to sleep, cut you open, fix whatever is wrong, and then sew you back up. Surgery."
Ed swore again. "Where's Winry?" he grumbled. "In fact, where's my doctor? I'm fi—"
What Edward had meant to say was "fine," but a bout of coughing cut him off. He continued to cough, even after blood colored his hands again. Once he finished, though, a rag was thrust at him.
"Thanks," he muttered darkly and took the rag. Ed wiped away the blood on his hands and around his mouth.
When he looked up at Clara again, she had a sympathetic smile aimed at him. "I'll go get your friend," she said. Before she left, though, Clara placed her hand on his head momentarily.
Edward swatted at her hand, wearing a scowl. He turned his gaze to the foot of his bed when Clara left the room. Why was Winry still there? She should have gone home – it was too dangerous for her to still be out, even though it was a hospital. When people were after her life, nowhere was safe.
But was her life really what they were after? Earlier, Envy had said that he wasn't after Winry. He'd also said that the others may have been after her, but Envy was after something more. Edward could only wonder what that "more" was. But, he'd never know, now. Winry had shot him between the eyes; no one could walk away from that unless they weren't human.
Ed sighed. He would have so much fun reporting to Mustang about this. The young alchemist began to plan it out already. 'Gee, sir! We wanted to enjoy the night out, so we went to a fun house. The guy started to hit on Winry, and I got jealous and possessive. But a funny thing happened: it turned out to be one of the bad guys! And he beat me up! Imagine that. So, Winry had to save me and shoot him while I was on the ground about to pass out!'
Ed sneered at the wall. He could only imagine and hope he wouldn't hear Mustang's response. 'Way to go, Ed! Way to let the woman you're being paid to protect, protect you!'
Yes, wonderful. Edward grumbled and fell back against his pillow. He coughed a little, but no blood accompanied it, thankfully. His eyes felt droopy again, and his body felt heavy. But before he could really fall asleep, Edward felt something on his forehead. He opened his eyes again, wondering when they'd shut. Blinking through slightly clouded vision, Edward managed to see a concerned face gazing down at him.
"Edward," he heard Winry whisper to him. After a few moments, he registered it was her hand brushing his hair out of his face slowly. He actually liked the feeling.
He began to smile slightly, but stopped when he felt it pulling on his mouth where his lip was split. "Hey," he mumbled, coughing a little. "Told you I'd be fine."
She nodded with an incredulous expression on her face. "Yeah, after you passed out and gave me a heart attack," she groused. A small but playful scowl touched her features. "That was mean."
"Sorry," Ed began, "but it was kind of hard for me to control my consciousness when I bled all over myself." He shrugged a little.
Winry's expression softened a little a moment later. "I know." She sighed and leaned her forehead against his. "I'm just glad you're all right now," she whispered.
Edward couldn't help the little bit of a smile that his lips allowed. "Yeah," he agreed quietly. He was glad he was all right, too. It wouldn't have been fun if something worse had happened. A sigh escaped him.
He was about to complain again when he heard Winry's soft voice still close to him. "Just go to sleep, Edward," she murmured to him. He felt her push his hair away from his forehead again before she pressed a kiss on his skin. "You'll feel better when you wake up."
Just something I wanna share with everyone…my brother is getting married in like…just a couple weeks. Yeah, and his bride-to-be is only 11 months older than I am. Strange-ish. But oh well.
