Fullmetal Alchemist - Another Page
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scriveynerTitle: Another Page
Fandom: Fullmetal Alchemist
Characters/Pairing: Ed, Al
Rating: T
Length: 338
Summary: "You should be sleeping."
Alphonse was sitting up in his bed when Edward opened the door, a book spread out over his lap and caught in mid-yawn. “You should be sleeping,” Edward scolded, a tray in his hands.
“I’ve done nothing but sleep,” Alphonse said, and rubbed his eye with one hand. He watched Edward put the tray of food - fairly bland still, as the sensation of taste was hyper-actualized until he got used to it again. He didn’t think to hold tight to the book and Edward got it away from him, marking his page but looking over it critically. “Why are you reading about medical alchemy? The doctors all checked you out, said you were fine. Weak as all hell, but fine."
Alphonse investigated the tray, picking up the mug of hot tea and relishing the warmth he could feel through the cup. Edward was still flipping through the book, and Alphonse shook his head. "It’s not for me, brother."
Edward looked up at him. "Not for you?” He frowned, and closed the book. “Are you trying to find a way to get my limbs back, because that’s stupid as fuck. I’m used to the automail by now, and you don’t need to be taking any unnecessary risks."
"No,” Alphonse lied. “I just thought medical alchemy was a branch we hadn’t really studied, so-"
Edward sat on his bed. "Al, I’m fine. You’re fixed, that was the primary goal here. You just need to focus on recovery.” He knocked his fist against his metal shoulder. “Besides, if you want to fix me, first you gotta think up a good way to do so that won’t involve Winry scrambling both our brains with a spanner once she realizes that we’ve scrapped her prized automail."
Alphonse laughed - and Edward smiled in response.
Fandom: Fullmetal Alchemist
Characters/Pairing: Ed, Al
Rating: T
Length: 338
Summary: "You should be sleeping."
Alphonse was sitting up in his bed when Edward opened the door, a book spread out over his lap and caught in mid-yawn. “You should be sleeping,” Edward scolded, a tray in his hands.
“I’ve done nothing but sleep,” Alphonse said, and rubbed his eye with one hand. He watched Edward put the tray of food - fairly bland still, as the sensation of taste was hyper-actualized until he got used to it again. He didn’t think to hold tight to the book and Edward got it away from him, marking his page but looking over it critically. “Why are you reading about medical alchemy? The doctors all checked you out, said you were fine. Weak as all hell, but fine."
Alphonse investigated the tray, picking up the mug of hot tea and relishing the warmth he could feel through the cup. Edward was still flipping through the book, and Alphonse shook his head. "It’s not for me, brother."
Edward looked up at him. "Not for you?” He frowned, and closed the book. “Are you trying to find a way to get my limbs back, because that’s stupid as fuck. I’m used to the automail by now, and you don’t need to be taking any unnecessary risks."
"No,” Alphonse lied. “I just thought medical alchemy was a branch we hadn’t really studied, so-"
Edward sat on his bed. "Al, I’m fine. You’re fixed, that was the primary goal here. You just need to focus on recovery.” He knocked his fist against his metal shoulder. “Besides, if you want to fix me, first you gotta think up a good way to do so that won’t involve Winry scrambling both our brains with a spanner once she realizes that we’ve scrapped her prized automail."
Alphonse laughed - and Edward smiled in response.
