Hey guys! So, here's the much agonized surgery chapter! I don't know if it's all that good, but surgery itself is never really touched in Brotherhood, so I cobbled together what I could. The ending's pretty junk, though, but I tried to finish it before school started.

No one is quite prepared for automail surgery, even if you aren't the one being operated on.

Getting the port attached to bone and the blank wires set up for the automail itself is admittedly the worst part of the set up, but being told that really doesn't prepare anyone for it.

The worst part, Roy thinks, was the screaming as they cut through everything that'd healed over in her time in the hospital, bolting steel to bone and turning nerve and muscle to wires and steel. 'Like spinning straw to gold' Roy's brain supplies, only a thousand times more painful and so much worse.

Ed's sitting next to him, clutching at the watch Camille had pressed into his hand. "A promise." She'd said. "I will get that back from you."

Now it's sitting in his palm, the weight familiar but odd in his palm. "I finally gave up military life and I'm still clinging to a damned watch," he laughs bitterly, "At least I feel like I can stick around with this one."

Another scream cuts through the air, and Ed flinches, hand spasming around the metal in his hand, accidentally depressing the lock mechanism. It doesn't spring open, but Ed can still feel the metal push against his palm. He flips it all the way open, small bits of paper fluttering into his lap.

One simply says "no day but today", and another has some sort of thing meant to protect, Ed thinks. The last has "I love you." written in a few different styles. He gazes at them for a few seconds before tucking them back into it carefully.

Ed leans back, forcibly not focusing on the quiet "tink tink" of metal against metal as the final parts are put into place.

There's the calm of a surgery gone as well as it can, suddenly. Winry comes out with a small, determined smile playing at her lips. "She'll be just fine." Winry assures as Ed jolts to his feet. "She's passed out right now, but she's just fine."

Ed grins, and he can hear Roy breathe a sigh of relief behind him. She's okay, she's fine! Ed lets relieved laughter bubble from his lips.

This is great, this is awesome.

"Hey, Colonel Bastard, I suddenly have an excess of energy, and I don't think Camille is up to showing off her skills just yet. You want to go outside and spar?" Ed looks over his shoulder at Roy, tucking the warm watch into his pocket and grinning.

"That's General to you now, Edward," The ebony haired man smirks, and stretches, grunting. "But if you think you can keep up with me without your alchemy, you're welcome to a rematch."

Tada~(?) here you go, one shitty chapter about automail surgery. (Gate, it's so short, T~T)