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Chapter 11
"So, Ed" Winry's voice was chilly. "this is nothing?"
Ed backed away from the furious woman.
Winry grabbed her wrench and stalked after him. "How could you just not tell me that somebody wants you dead! I should kill you myself!"
Ed had been forced to explain the whole situation to Winry as the waited in the emergency ward of the nearest hospital. And now she was furious that, as usual, she'd been left in the dark. She advanced on Ed, wrench held ready for action.
Luckily, Al chose that moment to come rushing in with the twins. "What's wrong! You said something about Roy! Is he hurt!" Al was distraught.
Ed and Winry postponed their argument by mutual silent agreement. Ed faced Al and sighed. "The bastard threw himself in front of a bullet" he said aggressively, using anger to cover some other, deeper emotion. "It was meant for me…" he added in a whisper, more to himself than to Al.
Al paled. "No…" he whispered worriedly. "Is he ok?"
"The doctors say he'll be fine. He's just not allowed to do any strenuous activity"
"Oh, he's going to love that…" muttered Al sarcastically.
Ed and Winry sweatdropped. "…Anyway…" managed Ed. "You should go see him…" he muttered reluctantly.
Al gaped at him. "You're telling me to go see him?"
Ed glared at him. "Just go!"
"What Ed is trying so hard not to say" interrupted Winry "is that maybe he's not so bad after all"
Al smiled at them gratefully, and went to his fiancée.
Roy moaned and opened his eyes, The first thing he saw was, of course, the ceiling.
Roy blinked at the light fixture hanging from said ceiling, wondering where the hell he was and what was that horrible smell? He tried to get up. Suddenly, the memories came flooding back, along with a sharp pain. Oh yes. That smell would be hospital. Wonderful.
Wincing at the pain, he sat up. Al, who had been sitting in one of those uncomfortable chairs that people still somehow manage to sleep in, hurriedly got up to help him. Ed and Winry stayed in their corner – Ed seemed to be sulking. Al and Winry had forced him to admit that maybe – just maybe, Ed had insisted – Roy wasn't so bad after all.
Roy was released from hospital late that night, with a stern warning not to do anything even remotely strenuous – he grumbled at the – and instructions to change the bandages every time he showered.
When they got home, Al made a point of carrying a grumbling Roy inside and putting him to bed with a mug of warm milk. It was time for some payback.
I think this might be getting a little serious. Maybe I need another elephant. One that's high on wasabi, possibly.
Anyway, please review.