A/N: 50 can be found in the sister story (Inevitable Conclusions) of slightly-more-than-T drabbles.
For the record, because I had to look this up first, an antipyretic is something to bring down a fever. This one probably makes most sense in the first anime universe, but as per usual with end-of-series stuff, it's slightly AU. You can't blame me- Caitlin Glass outright says that the first anime ending leaves Winry pretty SOL.
51. Antipyretic
"Ed, leave the poor kid alone and let him rest!" cried Winry, and she did her best to block the hallway.
"Winry, he's running the fever from hell! I've gotta-"
"Gotta what, Ed?" Winry crossed her arms stiffly and cocker her hip. "You've been taking care of a suit of armor all these years; what do you know about patient care?"
"I dunno, run him an ice bath?"
Winry laughed, and Ed's shoulders slumped. "Trust me," she said, "I've been cooling him off, his fever broke twenty minutes ago; he'll be fine." She placed her hands on Ed's shoulders and turned him around to march him down the stairs.
Of course, that's when they heard some shifting in Al's room, and a very faint "Brother? Winry?"
Ed tore out of Winry's loose hold and raced down the hallway and into the bedroom. "Al! I'm here! What d'ya need? Tea? Broth? Stew? Ice cream? Steak?" He listed off the rest of Al's favorite foods at lightning speed.
"Brother? Where's Winry?"
Ed stopped in mid sequence with his mouth still open. Winry smiled from the doorway. She'd treated many a feverish patient, and she knew exactly what Al needed.
"Here you go, Al," she said as she brought over a tray that she'd left on the dresser. "Water, more water, dry toast, and some plain noodles. See what you can keep down," she told him.
Ed stood back, presumably watching the exchange in jealous horror- though Winry wasn't sure if he wanted to be taking care of Al or receiving her attention, or some frightening combination of the two. She expected the former-most, but looked over her shoulder and saw Ed giving Al an almighty death-glare. She sighed and went over to him while Al delighted in real food again. Ed grumbled something akin to "Sooner or later I woulda figured it out," or "Sooner or later I'll punch his lights out," Winry wasn't sure which.
"Jealousy really doesn't suit you well," she whispered in his ear, purposely allowing parts of her body to press against him. "Besides," she continued, holding his flesh forearms (both of them) "I had to do the same for you until you woke up." Taking his new (or old, depending on one's point of view) right hand, she led him downstairs to help make more noodles and toast. Ed laced his fingers through hers and followed, quite placated.