Fic- Makes the Worst Patients
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cornerofmadnessMakes the Worst Patients…
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cornerofmadness
Disclaimer – so not mine, all rights belong to Arakawa
Rating – PG-13
Pairing – Ed/Winry
Series/Timeline – after the Promised Day but no real spoilers
Summary – It’s Ed’s turn to play nursemaid.
Author’s Note – Written for the![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
fma_ihop anonymous kink meme for the prompt of hurt/comfort, Ed takes care of sick!/hurt!/feverish!Winry for a change.
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“This sucks,” Winry said vehemently then coughed until she was doubled up. “It’s my birthday.”
Ed looked at his friend, her hair lank and sweaty as he tried to adjust the metal fan so it would blow on her in a way acceptable to Mr. Garfiel who had been flitting around Winry’s small apartment in his pink – shudder- frock. The mechanic was convinced the fan would make Winry’s bronchitis even worse but Winry argued that if she died boiling in her own juices because Rush Valley was so ungodly hot, what did it matter? Ed just tried to make Winry as happy as he could.
He hated seeing Winry sick. In fact, this was the first time since they were children that he remembered seeing her sick but to be fair, he and Al had abandoned her for years. This was his chance to make it up to her all those times that he had failed her, all those times she pulled all-nighters helping him. So he and Alphonse had set out to nurse their sick friend, who did have the poor timing of getting sick during their week-long trip to Rush Valley to see her for her birthday. Al had been driven off by Winry’s bad temper but it wasn’t his Al’s fault he was a little slow to refill her juice glass or bring her another book or whatever demand she made – he was going to kill Garfiel for giving her a little bell for her bed stand – because Al’s now-human-again body was still weak and he was easily winded.
“I know, Winry,” Ed said, glancing over to see if she was happy with the fan’s new placement but he couldn’t tell. “I still think Mr. Garfiel is planning a big party for you, he’s just bumping it back a few days until you’re better.”
“I could be dead by then,” she grumbled. “Ed, it does me no good blowing across my toes. Angle it up here.”
He swallowed a sigh. Winry was the worst patient ever. Even Mustang couldn’t be this whiney! He readjusted the fan. “Better?” She nodded so he sat on the edge of the bed with her. “Anything else I can get you, Winry?”
She shook her head. “Where’s Al?”
“He and Paninya are exploring the town.”
“And you’re okay with that? I thought you didn’t like Paninya.” Slyness stole into her eyes, driving the sickness back. Ed hated how pale she looked.
“She is a thief, or was, but she’s your friend. I just worry about Al over doing it.”
“But he isn’t listening to your orders any more.” She almost managed a grin.
Ed snorted. “As if he ever did. Al’s still in the stage that he has to touch everything then taste it just to remind himself of what those senses are like.”
“Ah, so that’s what you’re worried about, Al tasting Paninya.” Winry laughed then dissolved into coughing.
Ed flushed. “Winry! That’s not it…I’d be jealous of that, not worried.”
“Oh, so you want to taste Paninya, too?” Her blue eyes glinted.
Ed leaned over and kissed her hot lips gently. “Rather taste you.”
The blush on her face wasn’t all fever and at any other time it would probably look beautiful on her. “Ed, you’re going to catch my bronchitis.”
“It’s worth it,” he assured her, touching her cheek.
“You would wait until I’m sick to get all romantic,” she huffed.
“I think I can manage to hang onto these feelings until you’re better.” He smirked.
She tugged his braid. “You’d better.”
“Seriously, Winry, is there anything else I can do for you?”
“Yes, go put your metal hand in the ice box and then come put it on me,” she said and he had no doubt she was being serious.
Laughing, he got up, heading for the door. Glancing back he asked, “Anywhere?”
Winry scowled at him. “Within reason.”
He pouted, lingering in the doorway.
“Ed, once I’m better, we can forget about reason,” Winry promised.
Ed sailed out of the room, wishing he hadn’t just whooped like a child with a new toy but he really didn’t care. She’d better soon and then he’d show her what his hands, the hand she had created for him, could really do.
Author –
cornerofmadnessDisclaimer – so not mine, all rights belong to Arakawa
Rating – PG-13
Pairing – Ed/Winry
Series/Timeline – after the Promised Day but no real spoilers
Summary – It’s Ed’s turn to play nursemaid.
Author’s Note – Written for the
fma_ihop anonymous kink meme for the prompt of hurt/comfort, Ed takes care of sick!/hurt!/feverish!Winry for a change.* * *
“This sucks,” Winry said vehemently then coughed until she was doubled up. “It’s my birthday.”
Ed looked at his friend, her hair lank and sweaty as he tried to adjust the metal fan so it would blow on her in a way acceptable to Mr. Garfiel who had been flitting around Winry’s small apartment in his pink – shudder- frock. The mechanic was convinced the fan would make Winry’s bronchitis even worse but Winry argued that if she died boiling in her own juices because Rush Valley was so ungodly hot, what did it matter? Ed just tried to make Winry as happy as he could.
He hated seeing Winry sick. In fact, this was the first time since they were children that he remembered seeing her sick but to be fair, he and Al had abandoned her for years. This was his chance to make it up to her all those times that he had failed her, all those times she pulled all-nighters helping him. So he and Alphonse had set out to nurse their sick friend, who did have the poor timing of getting sick during their week-long trip to Rush Valley to see her for her birthday. Al had been driven off by Winry’s bad temper but it wasn’t his Al’s fault he was a little slow to refill her juice glass or bring her another book or whatever demand she made – he was going to kill Garfiel for giving her a little bell for her bed stand – because Al’s now-human-again body was still weak and he was easily winded.
“I know, Winry,” Ed said, glancing over to see if she was happy with the fan’s new placement but he couldn’t tell. “I still think Mr. Garfiel is planning a big party for you, he’s just bumping it back a few days until you’re better.”
“I could be dead by then,” she grumbled. “Ed, it does me no good blowing across my toes. Angle it up here.”
He swallowed a sigh. Winry was the worst patient ever. Even Mustang couldn’t be this whiney! He readjusted the fan. “Better?” She nodded so he sat on the edge of the bed with her. “Anything else I can get you, Winry?”
She shook her head. “Where’s Al?”
“He and Paninya are exploring the town.”
“And you’re okay with that? I thought you didn’t like Paninya.” Slyness stole into her eyes, driving the sickness back. Ed hated how pale she looked.
“She is a thief, or was, but she’s your friend. I just worry about Al over doing it.”
“But he isn’t listening to your orders any more.” She almost managed a grin.
Ed snorted. “As if he ever did. Al’s still in the stage that he has to touch everything then taste it just to remind himself of what those senses are like.”
“Ah, so that’s what you’re worried about, Al tasting Paninya.” Winry laughed then dissolved into coughing.
Ed flushed. “Winry! That’s not it…I’d be jealous of that, not worried.”
“Oh, so you want to taste Paninya, too?” Her blue eyes glinted.
Ed leaned over and kissed her hot lips gently. “Rather taste you.”
The blush on her face wasn’t all fever and at any other time it would probably look beautiful on her. “Ed, you’re going to catch my bronchitis.”
“It’s worth it,” he assured her, touching her cheek.
“You would wait until I’m sick to get all romantic,” she huffed.
“I think I can manage to hang onto these feelings until you’re better.” He smirked.
She tugged his braid. “You’d better.”
“Seriously, Winry, is there anything else I can do for you?”
“Yes, go put your metal hand in the ice box and then come put it on me,” she said and he had no doubt she was being serious.
Laughing, he got up, heading for the door. Glancing back he asked, “Anywhere?”
Winry scowled at him. “Within reason.”
He pouted, lingering in the doorway.
“Ed, once I’m better, we can forget about reason,” Winry promised.
Ed sailed out of the room, wishing he hadn’t just whooped like a child with a new toy but he really didn’t care. She’d better soon and then he’d show her what his hands, the hand she had created for him, could really do.
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