Chapter 15 – Automail
She worked loudly, muttering curses and half-formed insults as she examined servos and loose bolts. "What have you done?" Winry tightened a screw at his knee. "This is in shambles."
A sheet lay over his waist, leaving usually-clad legs bare. Numerous new scars covered the one she ignored.
Ed gritted his teeth at the familiar pain, glad his right arm wasn't still ensnared in the torturous miracle of automail. "I had a lot to learn," he ground out. "The lessons weren't always easy."
Blue eyes shot to his angrily. "You should've been more careful! I invested a lot into this!"