Fullmetal Ninja [Extra]
Fandom: Fullmetal Alchemist/ Naruto crossover
Summary: Ed was scratching his bandages. Again.
Rating: T
Notes: For tamingthemuse
I think I'm getting more used to writing the brothers' interactions. :)
Over-use of the semi-colon again. XD;;
I did a bit of research and, um, yeah, it doesn't make you paraniod at. All. I know they say it's really rare but still
Genre: General
Word count: 574
Status: Work in Progress
Prompt: 110 - Necrotizing Fasciitis
Ed was scratching at his bandages. Again. Al sighed and threw a scrunched up ball of paper at him. It hit him squarely on the head.
"Hey!"
"You've been told enough times to stop scratching," Al scolded. "You're making it worse." When the bandages were changed, there was still quite a bit of blood and scabbing attached when it was pulled away.
"It's itchy," Ed said, half-whining, as if it explained everything. He lobbed the paper back and it hit Al in the same place at it had Ed. "I bet it wouldn't be this bad if I had a prosthetic on it," he grumbled. Not that he could say that to the staff here; they'd tried to but were kept on being told to wait. That meant they were probably waiting for them to heal up completely and then give them a prosthetic. Not something they were particularly happy about, especially when they thought what Granny would have to do to be able to insert the Automail ports when they got home.
Al threw the paper back; Ed caught it one-handed. "If you don't scratch it, it wouldn't be so itchy." Ed rolled his eyes. They'd had this conversation more than a few times. "You could, I dunno, catch something if you do that too much."
A snort and the ball was returned to him. "Wouldn't I be showing symptoms by now or something?"
"It's blood on bandages," Al said flatly. "You know that bandages can't be cleaned one-hundred percent of bacteria and germs." And they were in a hospital so that made things worse. They'd seen a few of Granny's patients that had waited a while before travelling to see her. Erk. And then Winry had told them a few things that she'd read in her parent's books. "So you remember that thing that Winry told us about?"
Ed gave him a dry look as the ball bounced off his knee. "Which thing?"
It hit off his shoulder this time; he was still getting used to the lopsided distribution of his weight. "The thing about the..." He huffed in annoyance. "She told us about it ages ago. I can't remember what she called it, only pictures." Oh, the pictures were enough to make sure they cleaned every scratch and cut they got thoroughly for over a year.
"She showed us a lot of pictures," Ed said doubtfully. But Al could see that Ed was beginning to connect the dots; Winry nearly only ever showed them pictures of medical stuff. The ones that weren't, involved all three of them.
Al started throwing the ball again. "It was the one that made us be careful about hitting each other," he reminded him.
Ed blanched and dropped the ball. "That one?" he whispered, shuddering.
He nodded. "That one." And then Winry had started talking about what had happened in the picture. They couldn't leave, partially because they'd sometimes talk to her about Alchemy so it was only fair, partially because the morbid curiosity (or was it horror?) kept them frozen there, listening to every word.
"That - that flesh-eating-?" It came out in a strangled tone. Ed stopped himself from continuing as he shook his head. Al agreed with him. The more they talked about it, thought about it, the harder it would be to get it out of their head again.
"Yeah."
Ed's hands didn't touch the bandage the next time the limb became itchy.
Summary: Ed was scratching his bandages. Again.
Rating: T
Notes: For tamingthemuse
I think I'm getting more used to writing the brothers' interactions. :)
Over-use of the semi-colon again. XD;;
I did a bit of research and, um, yeah, it doesn't make you paraniod at. All. I know they say it's really rare but still
Genre: General
Word count: 574
Status: Work in Progress
Prompt: 110 - Necrotizing Fasciitis
Ed was scratching at his bandages. Again. Al sighed and threw a scrunched up ball of paper at him. It hit him squarely on the head.
"Hey!"
"You've been told enough times to stop scratching," Al scolded. "You're making it worse." When the bandages were changed, there was still quite a bit of blood and scabbing attached when it was pulled away.
"It's itchy," Ed said, half-whining, as if it explained everything. He lobbed the paper back and it hit Al in the same place at it had Ed. "I bet it wouldn't be this bad if I had a prosthetic on it," he grumbled. Not that he could say that to the staff here; they'd tried to but were kept on being told to wait. That meant they were probably waiting for them to heal up completely and then give them a prosthetic. Not something they were particularly happy about, especially when they thought what Granny would have to do to be able to insert the Automail ports when they got home.
Al threw the paper back; Ed caught it one-handed. "If you don't scratch it, it wouldn't be so itchy." Ed rolled his eyes. They'd had this conversation more than a few times. "You could, I dunno, catch something if you do that too much."
A snort and the ball was returned to him. "Wouldn't I be showing symptoms by now or something?"
"It's blood on bandages," Al said flatly. "You know that bandages can't be cleaned one-hundred percent of bacteria and germs." And they were in a hospital so that made things worse. They'd seen a few of Granny's patients that had waited a while before travelling to see her. Erk. And then Winry had told them a few things that she'd read in her parent's books. "So you remember that thing that Winry told us about?"
Ed gave him a dry look as the ball bounced off his knee. "Which thing?"
It hit off his shoulder this time; he was still getting used to the lopsided distribution of his weight. "The thing about the..." He huffed in annoyance. "She told us about it ages ago. I can't remember what she called it, only pictures." Oh, the pictures were enough to make sure they cleaned every scratch and cut they got thoroughly for over a year.
"She showed us a lot of pictures," Ed said doubtfully. But Al could see that Ed was beginning to connect the dots; Winry nearly only ever showed them pictures of medical stuff. The ones that weren't, involved all three of them.
Al started throwing the ball again. "It was the one that made us be careful about hitting each other," he reminded him.
Ed blanched and dropped the ball. "That one?" he whispered, shuddering.
He nodded. "That one." And then Winry had started talking about what had happened in the picture. They couldn't leave, partially because they'd sometimes talk to her about Alchemy so it was only fair, partially because the morbid curiosity (or was it horror?) kept them frozen there, listening to every word.
"That - that flesh-eating-?" It came out in a strangled tone. Ed stopped himself from continuing as he shook his head. Al agreed with him. The more they talked about it, thought about it, the harder it would be to get it out of their head again.
"Yeah."
Ed's hands didn't touch the bandage the next time the limb became itchy.