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Note: Kind of short…

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Winry lay anxiously in her room, staring to the ceiling. She was exhausted from getting no sleep for over 24 hours, working so hard to repair Ed's arm…but she couldn't get any sleep, and she knew that. Not when in the next room a blonde boy lay. He looked terrible; hair both ratty and tangled, skin practically white, scrawny with the ribs so evident, jutting out like that…she just couldn't the image out of her mind, he looked so terrible.

"Edward…" she whispered, burying her face into the pillow. She was positive it was him, anyhow. The long golden hair, the not-exactly-tall-ness of him, the red jacket…the only thing was that he didn't have automail, which would mean that one of the brothers was successfully restored, found again, but then…what of the lost brother?

Then again, it had been so long since anyone had truly seen Alphonse, and there was only so much you could tell about how a person would look when they were older by a picture from when they were small.

She sighed, getting up and going downstairs to do some late night baking, an attempt to get her mind off of things. 'Apple pie,' she decided with a nod, as she went downstairs. 'I'll make some apple pie.' If it was Edward then he would love some more of her apple pie, and if it was Alphonse…she had promised him she'd make him some when he got his body back. Either way, it seemed like the ideal comfort food at the time.

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There was a soft knocking on the Elric boy's door the next morning, Winry very carefully stepping in. He rolled around a little in his sleep, still tired; sleeping soundly, aside from the way his face seemed to have a constant distressed look on it.

He had been unconscious when Winry had found him the evening before, and she was glad to see now that it was more of a sleeping state he had slipped into than anything else.

Winry walked slowly to the bedside, setting the tray of breakfast on the bedside table before setting her hand on her shoulder, about to say his name and shake him gently to wake him, when she realized she had no idea what to call him.

"Hey," she whispered, deciding it was better to avoid the name altogether at the moment, despite being fairly certain-or at least very guiltily praying-that it was Edward. "It's time to wake up. Breakfast." She said in a hushed voice, so as not to startle him or anything.

Eyelids slowly peeled open to reveal bright golden eyes staring up at her. She gasped slightly and bit her lip. Despite them still having the usual bright amber like colour she was used to, she noted that they had a listless, dull and distraught look to them. Something about them seemed…hopeless, even lost. Maybe both brothers were still lost after all…?

Sharply inhaling she plastered a smile that she realized probably did look fairly fake on her face, "Morning." She said in a chipper tone, an attempt to help him brighten him up a little. "I brought up your breakfast." She said, trying to make a conversation that was most obviously going to be one-sided, "Now granny realized that you're probably pretty weak right now - she could tell by the way you looked last night before she got you some pajamas - so she made light, soft foods, so it should be easier for you." She took a breath, pausing in her rambling, giving him another smile.

He nodded quietly, trying to pull himself up, flinching slightly. Winry's smile faded to a frown as she helped him sit up, "Don't push yourself." She warned carefully with a sigh, a hand on his shoulder and a second on his side.

His eyes trailed to her fingers coiled gently on him like that, a light flush creeping onto his pale skin.

"Oh! Sorry!" she amended, letting go, not wanting to make him feel uncomfortable, even as she felt herself blushing a little.

Drawing away slowly, she grabbed the tray sitting it in her lap as she sat down next to his small frame on his bed, "Do you think you can manage eating?" she whispered.

He gave a small, hesitant nod, shifting carefully closer to her to be able to reach the food, reaching over her to grab some bread, which she handed to him. He pulled away gently, nibbling on the bit of food he was holding onto.

Winry watched him quietly while he ate all he could in silence, the quiet seeping over both teens in the room.

After a moment, it seemed he realized he was being watched when he shifted awkwardly in his spot, looking up to her in wonder. Winry blushed again, feeling foolish, looking away, "Ah…S-sorry." She mumbled, looking up again when she realized that he just continued to watch her in question.

Winry decided it was time to clear things up, to take the chance, "Ed…Edward?" she asked, voice wavering.

Instantly a hurt look flashed through his eyes, and he shook his head, slowly.

Winry felt her jaw go slack, just before tears began to well up in her eyes, guiltily.