Author's Note: I rewrote this chapter like three times. I hope you like it :3

Disclaimer: I do not own the anime or manga, Fullmetal Alchemist at all.

Times Like Hell

Rain hit the roof of the small motel hard that afternoon; Twelve o'clock soon became six and the sun wasn't anywhere to be seen. Through the next six hours Ed and I sipped our tea slowly, and I was forced to make at lest three more cups prior to the first one. He continued to scribble in his journal for a while, not speaking much to me, however his constant coughing became quite annoying. I stayed on the bed next to him for a good hour or so, and tried to nap at one point closing my eyes against the hard pillow against the wooden head bored of the bed. Sleep never came to me as I eventually got up from my position on the bed and stepped into the bathroom.

I cried a bit silently and was sure to wash my face once I came back into the room so Edward wouldn't see the tears. He slept for half an hour, then awoke complaining to back pains. I made him get up from the bed, lectured him calmly about the reason for his pain was because he was being a lazy ass, by sitting on it all day long. He didn't have too much to say back other then, 'Shut up' or 'Your not the one who feels like shit' or 'Do you have your period or something, 'cause your really bitching about everything today, huh?' He took a walk down the hall way of the building, and came back less then ten minutes.

I decided to make ramen for dinner, and agreed to let Ed eat his dinner on the bed. I walked over to his sitting position, his arms crossed across his chest. Other then his nasty, slightly sexy attitude, serving him was starting to get on my nerves.

"Here. Just don't spill it on the sheets, we have to sleep there tonight." I whispered placing the warm bowl onto his lap.

"I won't, relax." I flashed him a strong shot with my eyes. He was the one who needed to damn relax.

It wasn't much longer until after we both finished the soup, that Ed passed out sitting in an up position on the bed. Once I was tired enough to sleep as well, I fell on the bed hard, shaking it, trying to wake him so he could move over to his side and get off the covers. When he didn't move I lost my patients and slapped his flesh hand. Pretty hard, too.

I watched his eyes flicker open, tilting his head toward me. He groaned touching the small red mark that had began to appear on his pale skin. He didn't speak, but instead turned away from me on his side digging his head under his right arm. He mumbled a few words.

"What did you say, Ed? I didn't quite catch that!" I snapped at him lying on my back as I turned off the light. I tugged on the sheets hard from under his body until I was able to squeeze under. I hated this, it was already so dark outside. In the Summer, the sun wouldn't set until 8, but now it seemed as though I could sense a sunset around four. The room was pitch black, the moon was barley visible. It was still raining outside.

"Damn it! Your really starting to piss me off!" He spat into his pillow, with a deep raspy tone. I was stupid and ignored his growing temper, by slapping my hand against the mattress, sitting back up toward him.

"Well why the hell haven't you spoken to me all night? You didn't even thank me for the dinner I made you!?-"

"All you made was soup!! Was that the best you could think of, any damn person could make that!"

"Oh well sorr-y! Maybe I made soup because we can't afford anything more delectable for your spoiled taste buds! Or possibly because your deathly ill-" Suddenly, he spun around with glowing eyes causing the entire bed to shake. The nightstand touching the table shook as well as the lamp above it.

"Shut the hell up, Winry! I'm trying to damn sleep! If you forgot, I feel like fuck'in shit! Go to sleep already! Dammit!'' No, this wasn't your average 'Ed' rants. He was mad, I had really pulled on his strings. I stood still, my eyes wide open as I could feel he had spit on my face during his outburst. Was he going to hit me? Where had this sudden expression come from? I had never been scared of Edward before, in my entire life.

But why did I feel like this now? I didn't want to! I wanted to love him, I wanted him to love me, damn it! I hated it. I was scared of him, still just for a brief moment. Finally, I watched him slowly turn back around to his original position and crawl under the sheets he had been laying on. I watched as he crossed his arms around his chest letting out a deep breath, very slowly.

No. I hated this. He was so freaking mad at me; And that seemed to bother me so much.

As silently as I could I slide back under the covers turning toward his back, yet keeping my distance. I watched my breathing, I didn't want him to hear me take a breath for the fear of him snapping at me again. I waited for him to turn around and apologize, or for myself to at least say I was sorry. Because even if I was the one who was right, I felt I had so much to apologize for.

But he never did, and even though it took a long time, he eventually fell into a restless sleep. His breathing became heavier and steady. I watched him twitch every so often, giving me the green to breathe again.

I hated myself. I hated myself. I hated myself. I couldn't even feel the tear drop slide down my cheek. I felt numb. Why couldn't I just have kept my mouth shut? I hated myself so much.

If I were to count how many times I had cried since I cross the gate, I could probably drown this world in a heart beat.

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