Edward started off asleep. He's unconscious, on his back, an IV draining into his arm. He's wearing blue hospital scrubs because his clothes are trashed. On the table beside his bed, where there is a water pitcher and a glass for him, as well as a remote, are his personal effects. One state alchemist watch, a set of six earrings and a small repair
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She knew everyone here was worried. That went without saying. But she couldn't help but think Ed had been too lucky, too many times. Until she could see him for herself, she wouldn't know if he'd be okay. When the doctor said Ed could see visitors, she grabbed Al's gauntlet, squeezing the leather as if he could feel it.
Winry pushed through the door, biting her lip, taking in how pale Ed looked, the tubes running in and out of his body. Clinically, he looked okay, but she couldn't quite look at him clinically. "What were you doing, Ed?" Her normal yell barely came out as a squeak.
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"So... how is he...?"
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A few quick strides closed the distance between them. The petite girl wrapped her arms around Winry.
"It's all right. He's going to be okay now."
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