A/N: I'm so mean to my little stock OC. I promise, the next one is less angsty and emo.
69. Not know
"So, Winry, when's that cash-cow state alchemist of yours coming by?" asked Guy as she adjusted his arm. She didn't say anything, feigning concentration-induced deafness as she often did when asked about Ed. Guy took it as a cue to keep talking.
"It's been a while since he's been here, seems like he ought to come in for a maintenance check," he prompted, watching Winry out of the corner of his eye. She was sucking on her cheek again while she fiddled with a small piece inside the elbow, still showing no signs of hearing her customer.
"Or maybe he's broken it, since the shrimp seems to get in a lot of fights," Guy continued. Winry exhaled through her nose, so he kept on this tangent. "If I recall, he blew into town busted up, got in a huge battle and really broke it, right?" Winry jabbed the screwdriver farther into the elbow, slightly more violently than before.
"Then again, I guess a guy like that must not care for automail, or the mechanics who put so much t- yargk!"
Winry had chosen that moment to reconnect the nerves. "There, that ought to do it," she replied, straightening up on her stool.
"OW, Winry, you gotta warn people when you do that!" Guy whined. He had gone from sitting up to curled in the fetal position on her worktable.
Winry smiled, but it didn't reach her eyes. "You seemed so interested in Edward, I thought I'd give you a taste of how his tune-ups go. I never warn him when I reconnect, and he's fine after the initial flinch and whining," she explained. Guy's eyes were watering in pain, and Winry knew he wouldn't be moving until that evening, even to a patient bed. "You've made your point," she continued while she put her tools away, "I don't know when Ed and Al will be back, and I don't appreciate my customers nosing into my business."
Guy squeezed his eyes shut to block out the intense pain, but it didn't work. "How can you stand not knowing?" he croaked out. "He's probably-"
"I endure," said Winry with finality as she shut the drawer. She gave Guy a morphine shot and left him to pass out, a hand on her earrings as she left the workshop.