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evil_little_dog - ‘Ed/Winry (+Al, if you wanna include him), Post-108 but prior to Ed leaving - Getting used to Rezembool again’Rating: T
Disclaimer: Arakawa-sensei owns all, I just play Barbies with her characters.
Notes: I wanted to convey what I always assumed would happen to Ed after they get to the hospital after the Promised Day: nervous breakdown. I have based some of the technical stuff of things I have personally experienced (I actually went through EMDR treatment, and if anyone wants to know more about it, just message me), and with the help of a friend who worked for years in the state run long term mental heath facility, I’ve tried my best to make all of this as true to life as possible.
For the record, I began this prompt request 5 different times before I wrote something I didn’t think sounded stupid and had a good balance between the WAFF and the ‘adjustment’. I put a ton of work into this once it finally got rolling, and I hope that this is what you were hoping for. I’m sorry it’s so incredibly long, but once I got it up and running, I just couldn’t stop it.
Special shoutouts to my betas seatbeltdrivein (who helped me when I derailed on Ed's character at the beginning of this approach) and bay115 (who was nice enough to read this behemoth twice). I could not have completed this without y'alls help.
Title taken from the tagline of Mushi-Shi, fake cut takes you to my journal
WARNING: Really LOOOONNNNNG.
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PART 1 HERE if you missed it
May 1, 1915
Well, everyone here now knows the whole goddamned truth about everything with me. I would never have said a word about it, but I had what Dr. Yates calls a triggered episode. I had a panic attack and I swear on my mother’s grave I thought I was going to die. I started crying and screaming and begging anyone to do something, anything, to save me. Looking back on it now, I probably looked like a raving lunatic.
I had walked downstairs to find Winry. It was lunch time and Granny sent me to grab her away from her work bench. But when I came off that last step, I remembered when I had been there before the Promised Day, and she was working on my arm and my leg and telling me I couldn’t fail. And all the times I’d come to her for servicing before, times when Al and I were banged up really bad, and the memories of how we got that way… It was like someone dropped an anvil on my chest out of nowhere and stacked forty elephants on top of it. Winry dropped whatever it was she was working on and flew to my side and held me while she was screaming at Granny for something (a sedative I found out later). You know, if I hadn’t been sobbing and crying like I was on my death bed, it might’ve been a little romantic (Jeeze, can you imagine ME being ROMANTIC… PUKE). I had my arms wrapped around her really tight and my face was in the crook of her neck, and she had her arm around my neck and her hand was on my cheek and sometimes brushing the hair out of my face, and the other arm was squeezing me just as tight as I was squeezing her. She kept telling me in a nervous quiet voice that everything was alright and to just calm down and breathe. Then Granny came running down and stuck me with a needle, and then I started to feel a whole lot better.
When I woke up, I was upstairs in my bed. Winry said she ran and got Mr. Jaffords from the house next door to help her heft me up the 2 flights of stairs. She touched my face a lot when I was coming around. For someone who uses their hands a lot, they were so soft and warm. She asked me how I was feeling, and I just kind of let everything come out (probably because whatever Granny hit me with had me feeling really good). I told her about why we were in the hospital so long, that it was mostly because of me and how I snapped. I told her about the medicine they have me on, I told her about the attacks I’d done to people before the medicine started working, everything. I don’t know why I thought in my mind she would run away from me like I was some kind of freak. She cried a little, and then she wiped her eyes and got mad at herself for crying again when she should be helping me. I think she was going to get me a drink or something to eat, but I grabbed her wrist and told her she was helping more than she knew, just by being there when I woke up and letting me know I don’t have to do this by myself. I hated having to tell her I needed her help yet again, but I realized I did need her help, and if I didn’t have it I was likely to go insane.
Just when I was beginning to think all this crap was going to turn her off from ever seeing me as anything but her friend or brother, she held my face in her hands, and in the sweetest voice I’ve ever heard, she murmured “I’ll always be here for you, Ed. You don’t ever have to do anything by yourself.”
She kissed me. Winry kissed me, and all I could do was lay there like a dishrag.
On one hand, I don’t think I’ll ever forget anything about that moment, but at the same time I could kick my own ass for not at least kissing her back. When she backed away from me to go get me some hot chocolate, she had this hot as fuck little smirk on her face… Once she was gone, I realized why she was looking at me like that: I had the hardest boner I’ve ever had in my life, and even though I had those leather pants on, you could still tell it was there and rearing up. I rolled over on my stomach, because I couldn’t exactly take care of it with her coming back in a few minutes. When she came back she giggled a little and apologized to me. Dammit, she shouldn’t ever apologize for that.
Anyway, once I could get out of bed without embarrassing myself, Winry helped me downstairs and she helped me get it all out, I told them what was going on and they all agreed that I should have said something much sooner. I found it really weird that Al wasn’t crowding me on the couch, that he was giving me some space and letting Winry do the crowding. Man, how long has everybody been thinking we should be like this with one another? Did I miss the fucking memo?
Now that it’s all out in the open, Granny said the first thing we’re going to do is get me off coffee and tea. No more caffeine for me, it just adds to the emotional fire, she says. And I really like the way Granny and Winry make plain black coffee, too… But if it helps me feel better, then what the hell. Granny also said if I wanted to, I could have that weekly phone session with Dr. Yates at the house, that she would give me the privacy I needed if I didn’t feel like going into town and raising suspicion. I forget that Granny is a doctor, a surgeon. She can hand me a prescription just as easily as Dr. Laramie can. I’ll have to think about that. The walk to the office helps me clear my head and get my thoughts in order, and the walk back helps me think about everything Dr. Yates tells me. Kind of like digests it all.
Everyone mentioned that I didn’t seem as angry as I normally do. Granny thought it was all due to maturity and such, but now she says she knows it’s the medication I’m on. At least it’s making a difference somewhere. I think I’m going to go to bed now, that sedative is still working on me.
~E. E.
May 15, 1915
Dr. Yates had something else he wanted me to try. I have had a total of 6 panic attacks and another triggered episode since my first one. Yates says when I feel one coming on I need to try and distract myself from the situation and think completely and solely about ANYTHING other than that anvil on my chest feeling. And as horrifying as it is to me to even write such a statement on paper, despite this code, my distraction of choice has been jerking off. Dammit, I read that back to myself and I sound like a total fucking pervert. But when I think about how it makes the anvil go away and makes my breath ragged for a good reason, I don’t even care what it makes me sound like. It takes what my body’s already doing and makes it feel good rather than feel bad, and I imagine the serotonin release helps combat the adrenaline that starts the panic in the first place.
Of course, I was reluctant to use it as a tool. I tried the breathing techniques and those stupid ‘you’re on a beach’ relaxation exercises first, but they did little to nothing for me. Just being near Winry seemed to help a lot, but it still left me feeling on edge. One night after she had to help Granny with an emergency port surgery, I was still on edge. I checked on Al, mostly to be sure he wasn’t awake, and then I went to her room, flopped in the middle of her bed and started doing it, all while clutching her nightshirt to my nose.
I haven’t ever done it very often. I never feel like I’m in a private enough place, like someone’s going to walk in on me doing it or something. So I guess before then I’d only done it maybe a handful to a dozen of times. Not nearly enough, I’m sure. But now that I know I can do it and make the panic stop, I think I’ve done it about a dozen times over the past week alone. GODDAMMIT THAT SOUNDS SO FUCKING GROSS!!! But honestly, I think as long as it really helps me, that makes it alright- doesn’t it? (and I can’t deny that it makes the situation with Winry and all these feelings we both have for each other a little easier to deal with everyday)
Dr. Yates is thinking about meeting me halfway between Central and Resembool. He wants to try a new kind of healing technique that he just read about in the medical journal. He says it has something to do with how the brain processes memories and uses simulated REM sleep to do it. Sounds fruity to me, but as I already said about the masturbation (fuck I can’t believe I just said that!!!), if it works, then I’m going to at least try it. It can’t hurt anything.
~E. E.
June 10, 1915
Dr. Yates called and wants to meet me in Awrosut. That’s a day’s rail journey away, but he said he would pay for a private room at the hotel he will be staying at and we will spend the next day together. Part of the time we will be trying the new technique- Eye Movement Desensitization and Reprocessing, or EMDR. The other part of the time, he’ll be evaluating my progress with the medicine and the therapy. I really fucking hope I’m close to getting off these meds. I don’t want to have to take some stupid pill every morning just to make it through the day.
In other news, Den isn’t doing so well. She fell down the steps today because her automail leg locked up from all the time she’s spent in the creek lately. She washed away the lubrication in the joints. Sadly though, with her age and all, she might not come back from this one. Time will tell, and hopefully she’ll be alright for a little while longer.
Al on the other hand is running now! Granted, it’s not very fast, but he’s steady. He’s looking so healthy now. His face isn’t sunken in anymore, he’s got some good sun on his skin, and I don’t have to worry about him falling down somewhere and not being able to get up on his own. Geeze, the last time we went to town together for groceries and to pick up a shipment from Rush Valley, the girls were peeking at him from inside the shops and all. I told him he might want to get some practice in before he commits to Mei. He swatted me on the back of the head and told me I might want to open my mouth to Winry before someone takes her out from under my nose. I didn’t tell him she’d already kissed me twice, but I got to thinking about it, and maybe he’s right. If I don’t let her know soon about how I feel, she’s going to quit waiting on me to come around.
Other than that, I finally got a job. I’ve been doing yard work for Mrs. Klingman. Her grandsons were doing it for her, but then the oldest one enlisted and that left the younger one to do everything, and he’s just not old enough to do all of it by himself. So I cut the lawn (not the fields, those are now part of the Harrelson farm, I meant just the acre her house is on), trim the hedges, and when I have to, clean out the gutters and the downspouts. Mostly, Jeff does the weeding because I can’t be down on my knees all day like that with the automail leg. And Mrs. Klingman is a really nice old lady. I only make about 500 C a week, but she makes up for it in fresh lemonade and the best damn ham sandwich I’ve ever tasted. It’s nice to know that I’m not completely helpless and useless without alchemy. I like that.
Got to run, Granny’s got supper ready and I am starved. Need to get a good night’s sleep for tomorrow’s train ride. I’ll write more when I get back.
~E. E.
June 14, 1915
The train ride into Awrosut was uneventful, and I got in late on Wednesday evening. The hotel was just a short walk from the station, and just as he’d promised, I had a private room right next door to him. I let him know I arrived by knocking on the wall, then I grabbed a light supper and went to bed.
The next morning, Dr. Yates went with me to breakfast in the hotel dining room and we talked about what to expect with the EMDR treatment. He warned me it might sound a little hocus-pocus like, but to give it a chance, that it had done some really good work for veterans of the Ishvallan conflict. If something can cure those poor bastards, then surely it’ll work for me.
After that we walked around town, mostly chatting about life at home, how I’m adjusting to regular life and farm land versus the cityscape. We talked about Al, and how my responsibilities regarding him have changed, we talked about Winry (a lot). I told him about my job, about my attempts at friendship outside of Al and Winry… It seems I’m a bit of a celebrity and people are intimidated by me, so I don’t really have much in the way of friends. He asked me if I missed anyone from Central, if I had been up to visit anyone there and such. We talked for a long time about a lot of things. I actually enjoyed it (even though I thought when I first met him I was going to have to beat his face in).
After all that, we had some lunch, we each decided to take a short nap (I actually spent my time calling home and telling Granny that everything was going fine so far), and when we reconvened about an hour an a half later, we began the EMDR session.
It’s things like EMDR that make me doubt psychiatry as a science. This shit was beyond hocus-pocus. This was just fucked up weird. There’s a lot of imagination and imagery involved, and lot of blind faith, but at the end of it all, I left feeling much better. It felt like a big dark cloud over my head finally rolled past me. We shook hands afterward, he told me to call him on Wednesday and let him know how things were going and to experiment going to some of my trigger places and seeing what happens now. He explained I might have to do this with him a few more times before it sticks permanently, but hopefully this will stop the panic attacks and everything, and then I can ditch these pills.
I got home late on Friday night, and Winry was waiting for me on the platform. I just smiled at her and she smiled back, and we walked back together. Just before we got all the way home, she took my hand, and before we were in sight of the house, she gave me a kiss on the cheek and told me she was glad I was back. I didn’t know what to say, so I kind of gave her a nervous smile and stammered a ‘Me too’, and squeezed her hand. Of course as soon as I got in the door, Al tackled me and started asking about a thousand questions, Granny gave me a hug and made Al give me a moment’s peace, then I went upstairs to take a shower and get rid of the damned hard on Winry gave me. And now I’m writing all this down in case I lose my memory again somehow. But now that I’ve gotten everything down I’m totally going to bed.
~E. E.
June 20, 1915
Today is Al’s 15th birthday. I’m so glad he didn’t have to spend another birthday in that fucking suit of armor. We went into East City and took him to the movies, then we met Major Hawkeye and the rest of General Bastard’s guys at this really nice restaurant for a surprise birthday party. Lots of people came, but the only one Al was interested in was Mei Chang. I’ll never understand what that bean sprout girl does for him. She’s 11 goddamn years old! He says she’s a lot older than that mentally, but still… He’s almost a grown man and she’s just a kid. Whatever, to each their own.
He got a bunch of new clothes, which is good because he’s outgrown just about everything he has. There were some alchemy books, a book of photos of Xing that Ling had sent with Mei to entice him to come visit, and a kitten from 2nd Lt. Fuery. She’s pretty, sleek gray with dark gray stripes. Mei’s panda was playing with it, and she squealed, “Look, Al-sama, our babies are playing together!” And when they realized what she had said, and what it could mean, they shared this look between them, and Mei blushed when Al grinned at her. It was almost sickening. Everyone was staring at them and they didn’t even care. I couldn’t do that. I guess Al’s balls are bigger than mine, haha.
When we got ready to leave, Mei jumped into Al’s arms and gave him the biggest hug, and after everyone else shook his hand, he knelt down and they hugged like they do in movies. The only thing missing was a wet sloppy kiss. Al left a quick smooch to her cheek instead. She promised to write him soon and after that we left on the train to come home. When we got back it was around 1 in the morning, and Granny paid a porter to drive us home. I sat in the back seat with Winry. She stayed on her side and kept attention away from us, but she did slip her pinky around mine. I think she gets that I’m really nervous about public affection. Maybe she already knows how I feel for her if she can guess that much without me telling her.
Now I have to get used to a kitten living in the bedroom Al and I share. She likes to snuggle, and she tried to snuggle with me, but I don’t want any of that. The only thing I’m interested in snuggling with has long blonde hair, long legs, big boobs and the most beautiful blue eyes I’ve ever seen. No offense kitty, but you’re no Winry.
~E. E.
July 3, 1915
I don’t know what went wrong… I’ve been doing great, no panic attacks, no nightmares at all, just sweet dreams of Winry lately. I could even go into her workshop without freaking out. Now all the sudden it’s all back and the physical symptoms feel worse than when they first began. I called Dr. Yates and he said it’s likely due to a couple of things. I’ve been working more (I’ve picked up a second yard with Jeff), Yates reduced my medication by half, and Winry’s been gone in Rush Valley for two weeks with that flaming fruit Garfiel to get some training on working with a new alloy. She was supposed to be home two days ago, but now it’s taking an extra week because some part they needed didn’t ship with the rest of the items.
So he said if things don’t get better after she gets back, he wants me to cut my work week down to two days a week and if that doesn’t work we’ll try the EMDR again (he said it might take more than one treatment to cure me) and if THAT doesn’t work I have to up my medication again.
So I’m back to jerking off like twice a day, because that’s about how many attacks I have. Al hasn’t said anything about that, though I’m sure he knows what I’m doing. Lately he’s been doing it a lot too. We’re doing it for completely different reasons though: mine is out of a medical/health necessity, his is because Mei’s letters have been coming in (creepy… jerking off to what a kid writes to you *shudder*).
I talked to Winry and I told her what was going on, so she’s been calling and talking to me every night before she goes to bed. Granny said she was going to skin her alive if she ran up a huge bill, but I told her I would pay it if we did. Dammit, why do I gotta be so fucked up in the head for? Didn’t I STOP the bad guys from taking over the world? Didn’t I get my little brother’s body back?? What kind of bad karma do I have to have this stupid mental shit!! I can’t wait for Winry to come home. I need her so bad right now.
~E. E.
July 13, 1915
I’ve been itching to write this down all evening, but Al’s been staying up later and later and I couldn’t do it until after he went to bed. As is becoming normal it seems, I had a panic attack today. Well, it really wasn’t an ‘attack’, because I’m getting better at keeping myself under control and keeping them from going that far, so it was more like a panic… threat. And I had been sitting under a tree just reading when it came out of nowhere, so I started my breathing thing, started getting my ‘medicinal thoughts’ in order and was on my way to rub them out when Winry grabbed me and asked me what it was I did in the bathroom when I had a panic attack. I was so fucking embarrassed that I’m sure I had to be red from my eyebrows to my shoulders. I just kept telling her to move that I needed to go, and she accused me of doing drugs or some stupid shit, that when I come out I act like I’m jacked up on heroin or something. She blocked the doorway and chased me into the storage shed (I couldn’t block the door fast enough) and then she grabbed me and slammed me into a wall and asked me to tell her what I do in there. I’m pretty sure she would have killed me if I hadn’t done what I did.
She wanted to know, so I got pissed off and told her: I jerk off while thinking about her and it makes the panic stop. You should’ve seen the look on her face. She didn’t say anything, just turned my wrists loose and stood there staring at me for a minute. You could have fucking heard a gnat fart in there. And then I grabbed her… and I kissed her.
I didn’t blackout or anything, but it was kind of like I tuned myself out. I could hear myself thinking WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING!!??? and SHE’S GOING TO BRAIN YOU!!! I didn’t listen. I kissed her and I even got her open her mouth for me and I tasted her. It was the first time I’d ever kissed anyone like that. She tasted like the peach cobbler she’d made for dessert. She was trembling in my arms so I stopped for a minute and asked her if she was scared. She shook her head no, then pulled me down for another long kiss.
We must’ve made out for a good ten minutes. I’d forgotten all about racing to the bathroom. I was a gentleman though- I didn’t touch her pretty tits or squeeze her ass, I only held her and kissed her. And when she pulled away from me that last time and said something about people were going to start looking for us, I saw in the low light that her lips were swollen and I felt this swell of pride knowing that I was the reason they were that way, not that Pete Taylor guy that comes around sometimes or Ronnie Dunham from the dry goods store who’s always looking at ALL the girls. Nope, it was ME. I told her to wait a little bit because her lips were all puffy, and she hid her face in her hands and I started laughing.
So we started shouting for a bit so everyone would think we were still arguing and not worry or try to come find us. Then I brushed a box off and I sat down and offered her my knee to sit on, but she sat down beside me instead. She asked me if this meant we were going together. Dammit, just remembering that part is making the knots in my stomach twist even more. I told her only if she wanted to, only if she’d have a guy who’d been through hell and was in the middle of a nervous breakdown. She looped her arm in mine and leaned against me and said “I can’t think of a reason to say no.”
So after all this time of liking her and thinking I might be in love with her (and not that fake shit Mustang tries to say is love with a different girl every night, I mean REAL love), Winry’s my girl now. But we agreed that we have to try to keep it as low key as possible, that when we speak in front of other people things we don’t want anyone to know about, we’ll do it in code. So the first code she made up was if we want to say “I love you” we’ll say something about making an appointment for maintenance. As rough as I am on my automail anyway no one will think anything different if we say that to one another. And if we want to make out some more, all that needs to be said is “I heard about a new relaxation technique”.
After that, we decided we better get back to the house, and we kissed again, I told her I loved her (GEEZE I SOUND LIKE A SAP!!! >: / ) and she said she loved me too, and then she left before me, faking like she was mad to cover for her red face. Then I left and went straight upstairs and paced the bedroom for like an hour while Al’s kitten watched me. Then Al came to bed and asked me a ton of questions (“Why are you pacing?” “Are you feeling better today?” “Did you work today?” “Want to guess what Ling’s up to these days?”), then finally he went to bed with Smokey and once I was sure he was really out, I picked up this worn out pen and had to spill my guts.
I still can’t believe it, Winry and I are together. Now if I could just get myself together…
~E. E.
July 16, 1915
I haven’t had a panic attack in 3 days. I’m positive it’s because of what’s recently happened between me and Winry. ‘Closer’ isn’t even the word for it. And Al said the strangest thing to us this morning at breakfast. He said ‘You guys are acting just like Mustang and Hawkeye… What gives?’ I didn’t understand what he meant, so he explains that he was told once by Maj. Armstrong that half the Amestrian army suspected them of being lovers for years. I figured this was going to happen eventually with the way Winry and I had changed around each other, though I guess I must be as oblivious as Winry accuses me of being because I had no idea Mustang and Hawkeye were like that with each other. So I asked him calmly and curiously ‘What, you think me and Winry are a thing or something?’ and he said ‘Yes’ and I said ‘Only in your dreams, Al.’
He gave me this kind of irritated scowl (what!? ALPHONSE knows how to SCOWL!??) and said something about keeping his eye on me. So I replied that I would keep my eye on him anytime one of Mei’s letters came, and he blushed beet red and shut up after that.
I talked to Jeff and told him that I’m going to have to cut back on the yard work. I gave him some lame excuse about the metal parts still in my shoulder giving me hell after a long day, and he understood. Al actually volunteered to take Mrs. Klingman’s yard while I’ll keep working the other one. After we got all that squared away, Al and I went home and had dinner: beef pot roast with carrots, potatoes, celery and onions, big biscuits and strawberry shortcake.
Tonight was so awesome. Win and me went for a walk down by the Kriki River and watched the fireflies come out. We didn’t even really talk much, we just held hands, sometimes held each other, sometimes kissed a little. I can’t believe I held off for so long with her… This is going to sound stupid, but you know how when you get sunburned really bad and your skin is stinging and your muscles are achy and you just want to die? Then someone puts some aloe vera on you and you’re so grateful because it feels so good? That’s what Winry is to me. My PTSS and the panic attacks are like a terrible sunburn, and Winry’s like my aloe vera
The only thing that I worry about it if she will feel as good to me when the sunburn’s gone…
~E. E.
July 21, 1915
I go next week for a second EMDR treatment. I’m taking Winry with me, and I’m paying for our own hotel room. I’m not even going to write down what I hope will happen. All I really want out of this trip is to finally be cured of all this bullshit.
Of course, there’ll be separate beds, but we’re both slim people, we could fit in a single bed together…
Shit, gotta run to the bathroom!
~E. E.
July 27, 1915
Tomorrow Winry and I go to Awrosut together. It will be our first trip anywhere as a couple, and I can’t speak for her but I’m nervous as fuck. What if ‘IT’ happens?? What do I do if she strips her shirt off and lies back on the bed and she asks me to TAKE HER??? Fuck, fuck, fuck… Dammit, I should’ve used a DIFFERENT WORD!!!!
I’m sure Al knows for sure what’s going on now between me and Win, I’ve been pacing since yesterday and jump whenever anyone says my name. What if I only last like 2 seconds? What if it hurts her so bad she makes me stop and starts crying and oh jeeze what do I do if there’s blood on the sheets!!?
I thought this was a good idea a week ago, now I wish I hadn’t decided to ask her.
~E. E.
July 30, 1915
I guess technically today is the 31st because it’s after 1 in the morning… Let me just say that ‘IT’ didn’t happen…
But her tits feel as perfect as they look.
The rest can wait until tomorrow when I’m clear headed.
~ A very elated E. E.
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Winry chuckled as those words rolled off of his tongue. “I had no idea you were so obsessed with my chest!” Her hand slipped easily around his bicep as she leaned her head on his shoulder.
“In those days, I think I would have jumped off the Steeple Bridge just to see them,” he said with a lopsided grin. Their first anniversary wasn’t going at all as planned; Winry had slipped down the back steps two weeks ago and broke her ankle. So rather than dinner and a reminiscent walk by the Kriki River, she was laid up in bed with a heavy-as-lead plaster cast.
Instead of spending his money at a restaurant for take out or on some delicate piece of jewelry she’d have crumpled in less than a day, Ed spent it on a lockable, leather bound journal and spent the week before transcribing his coded chronicle of that time when he was losing his sanity and coming to grips with daily life again into plain Amestrian. He sat next to her in their bed reading to her things she’d never heard before from when their romantic relationship first began. “Do you want me to keep going?” he asked as she yawned.
“I’ve always loved to hear your stories, Ed. Just don’t be angry if I fall asleep. You’re voice is so soothing to me that I might just nod off.” She smiled up at him, and he dipped his head to give her a lingering kiss. When he pulled slowly away, she whispered, “Still as sweet as the first time.”
“I might need to make an appointment, Win,” he said quietly, using their secret code from years gone by, their coded term of affection. “All this taking care of you is putting extra stress on my leg.”
“You always were so hard on my perfect creation,” she teased. “Of course, we’ll schedule an appointment real soon.” She felt Ed’s strong arm slide around her shoulders and he kissed the top of her head as she snuggled into his chest so that she could feel him read as well as hear it. Ed cleared his throat and began again:
“July 31, 1915; I’ve decided that there’s no one else in this world for me. I don’t know how I’m going to do it, and I don’t know why she would ever agree, but I’m going to make Winry Rockbell my wife.”
THE END
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Date: May 6th, 2011 05:55 am (UTC)no subject
Date: May 6th, 2011 12:03 pm (UTC)Didja like how I fixed that canon scene in ep. 64/chapt 108? XD. OMake an appointment" indeed!