Prompt 187 || Broken Bone || Some Things You Can't Fix
Title: Some Things You Can’t Fix
Author: evil_little_dog
Series: Manga
Word Count: 227
Rating: Teen for Language
Characters: Edward Elric, O.C. (Ed+/Win mention)
Summary: A broken bone might be the least of his problems.
Warnings: This takes place in the same universe as the story I posted recently, The Sky Cries Out in Thunder. I don’t think you’d need to read it, though, as this story would take place prior to that one in the time line.
Disclaimer: Things I wish were mine: a ‘65 Mustang convertible, a skewbald Vanner horse and Fullmetal Alchemist.
fma_fic_contest prompt: “Broken Bone”
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“I’m afraid it’s broken.”
No shit, Edward thought, though he didn’t say it out loud. He’d had broken bones before, even a broken arm - but that had been his left, and this time, it was his right. He gritted his teeth, barely grunting when the bone was set, and layered with plaster to keep it immobilized until the bones fused back together.
The thing was, he’d have to tell Winry how it’d gotten broken - because he was due to go to Rush Valley in less than a week, and he wasn’t going to break that date. And Edward knew she wouldn’t take his explanation well - why would she? He’d gotten out of the military, after all, and was supposed to be retired from this kind of thing. But when he’d called Mustang - just to gloat over those new Xingese texts Al’d sent - and the bastard dangled something about a possible red stone being used by an alchemist who wasn’t Dr. Marcoh, well, he’d snapped at the bait, just like he knew Mustang knew he would.
Now he had a broken arm and bruises all over, and no way any of it’d heal before he got to Rush Valley.
Damned stupid mission.
Damned stupid curiosity.
Edward glanced at the doctor. “Hey, Doc, you got anything for a headache, too?” Because sure as hell, he was gonna need it.
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Author: evil_little_dog
Series: Manga
Word Count: 227
Rating: Teen for Language
Characters: Edward Elric, O.C. (Ed+/Win mention)
Summary: A broken bone might be the least of his problems.
Warnings: This takes place in the same universe as the story I posted recently, The Sky Cries Out in Thunder. I don’t think you’d need to read it, though, as this story would take place prior to that one in the time line.
Disclaimer: Things I wish were mine: a ‘65 Mustang convertible, a skewbald Vanner horse and Fullmetal Alchemist.
fma_fic_contest prompt: “Broken Bone”
X X X
“I’m afraid it’s broken.”
No shit, Edward thought, though he didn’t say it out loud. He’d had broken bones before, even a broken arm - but that had been his left, and this time, it was his right. He gritted his teeth, barely grunting when the bone was set, and layered with plaster to keep it immobilized until the bones fused back together.
The thing was, he’d have to tell Winry how it’d gotten broken - because he was due to go to Rush Valley in less than a week, and he wasn’t going to break that date. And Edward knew she wouldn’t take his explanation well - why would she? He’d gotten out of the military, after all, and was supposed to be retired from this kind of thing. But when he’d called Mustang - just to gloat over those new Xingese texts Al’d sent - and the bastard dangled something about a possible red stone being used by an alchemist who wasn’t Dr. Marcoh, well, he’d snapped at the bait, just like he knew Mustang knew he would.
Now he had a broken arm and bruises all over, and no way any of it’d heal before he got to Rush Valley.
Damned stupid mission.
Damned stupid curiosity.
Edward glanced at the doctor. “Hey, Doc, you got anything for a headache, too?” Because sure as hell, he was gonna need it.
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