Disclaimer: I don't own FMA, or Ed, or Winry, or Al...
He Could Feel Warmth
Our old apartment seemed to be stuck in the middle of the city, and during the summer, no fresh air ever seemed to reach us. The three of us had off today, and had nothing better to do then sit around waiting for the moon. I suggested we could take a walk, maybe to a park with a water fountain, or a lake we could swim in. Ed said there wasn't any parks for miles.
"Nah, I rather sit here and bake." He sighed. Al asked if maybe I could try to invent something to cool us down, but to tell you the truth I was way to hot to move. Plus we could need to spend the next three hours gathering materials.
By the time the sun had started to set. Edward and Al were sprawled out on the couch, half asleep; Tired from the heat. A bucket of water I had placed on the floor had grown warm. I was on the wooden floor, next to Ed, putting all my weight on the couch as I starred blankly at my damp, skin.
I could feel heat radiating off of Edward's auto mail, on my neck. I couldn't imagine how hot he must of felt. Auto mail is mostly metal, and one of worst things about it is that is adapts to the temperature you are in. If he were to be sitting in pile of snow for an hour or two, his mail would become colder then ice, and he would get frost bite where his skin connected to the arm. And you could only imagine what could happen in this situation. I thought he was asleep, as Al had looked like he had passed out, but then he mumbled something I think was to me. I ignored him, still starring into my bowl.
"Win... Do something..." He repeated himself only a little above a whisper.
"Just relax you baby, we are all hot-"
"No, the mail is burning. I'm gonna pass out..." My eyes wandered over to his flushed cheeks.
"Seriously, Ed? Sit up and, and uh... take a deep breath." I told him, turning and giving him my full attention. I heard Al slowly get up sit up. catching onto the situation quickly.
"Brother, drink some water, or something." Al said calmly, walking to the kitchen to grab a glass of water. Ed tried to sit up, leaning all of his weight on the back of the couch, though stumbled instead. He couldn't even grab the water from Al's hand trembling hand. "Brother, you ok?" I watched his golden eyes flicker, then slowly close as his head fell back on the couch.
"Ed, are you still with us?! Wake up!" I yelled, trying to shake him to come out of it. Again, he mumbled something but was out cold. Al gave me a stern look.
"Uh, what should we do? It's too hot for him here." Al stated.
"I have no idea, I never treated anyone with heat stroke; I'm just his mechanic!"
"Should we call someone?"
"I'll go get some wet rags I guess, you, uhh... take his shirt off, or something!" I ran into the bathroom, and grabbed the only three hand clothes we owned. I turned on the sink, but only hot water came out. Great!
"Come on, come one..." I whispered to myself, as it slowly became hotter by the minute.
After I had soaked the rags in the cold water for a few minutes, I ran back to Ed and Al, dripping all over the floor. I dumped the clothes all over his body. Al and I waited, starring at him helplessly for the next 1/2 hour before we awoke. We all fell asleep at 6:30 that night.
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