Disclaimer: Ohhhkayy, lets see, the only thing I own is what happens in the story. Everything else belongs solely to Hiromu Arakawa.

AN: I'm starting this story at the point in the anime when Ed calls Winry to Central while he is in hospital. It won't be the same though, I thought that she coming and seeing him in hospital was sweet, but I have changed it. So I suppose you can look on it as some other time when he was in hospital.

Okayyy, so, I was looking on this site for some good Ed/Win fics, and, I didn't find any, soooo, I wrote my own. This is actually one story I would –sheepish grin- imagine before bed, or when I was trying to get to sleep (haha, which is actually usually during the day, night is such a fun time, why sleep during it?), I thought for a while about writing it up here, then one day, I looked at my empty story list on ff, and, well yeah. So nowww, I'll actually write something! Wooo, tell me if it's up to par!

This first one is not really in any one person's point of view, and it's not going to have much romancy stuff, the next one will though, I suppose I'm just setting my scene.

Critique me, I need it! But I'm not gonna promise I'll listen to you!

Soooo, first chappie, well, lets get it over with! Hai!

A Remedy

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Winry drew up to Ed's bedside at the hospital, and placed her suitcase on the ground, resting it against the side of the bed.

'You didn't tell me you were in hospital,' she said, looking down at the covers near Ed's leg.

'Yeah, well…' Ed broke off, not really having anything to say.

'Why don't you tell me these things? I care about you! I care what happens to you, and to Al! You could have at least told me where you were!'

'Winry…' Ed's voice was quiet, he too looked down at the covers.

Winry sighed. Ed and Al never seemed to tell her anything now. Well, nothing of real importance anyway.

'Let me see your automail,' Winry leaned over and grasped Ed's right arm. 'It won't move? Hummm…' She trailed off, inspecting the metal.

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'Winry's here?' The large suit of armor questioned the straight backed Second Lieutenant Ross.

'Hummm? Uh, oh yes, yes she's here,' Ross gestured to the door. The suit of armor nodded and stepped through. The moment he did, he wished that he hadn't.

'Ed…' Came Winry's voice, it had a warningly cool tone to it. Ed gulped. 'Do you know what you did to your arm?' Winry continued with the same tone.

Ed gulped again, 'Uh, no?' Mentally smiling Al, the suit of armor, watched, waiting for the inevitable to happen.

As Al had expected, a wrench, a very long, very hard wrench, came into contact with his brother's scull.

'You SHREDDED both of the main NERVE CONNECTIONS! They are in LONG, THIN, PIECES. Not only that! You see HERE!' Winry gestured wildly to a point near Ed's automail elbow, 'This, THIS, my friend, is a CRACK! A very LARGE, very SERIOUS, crack! It has severed ALMOST ALL of the nerve connections to your hand! ED! I told you to be CAREFUL! Now I'll have to take the whole thing off, and start from scratch! Is it too much to ask that you just left your arm intact?' Winry knew she was being unfair. She knew what they did was dangerous. She knew that she should be glad that it was his automail arm and not his real one. She also knew that she should just be happy he wasn't dead! But… but…. he had ruined one of her BEST pieces of automail! She was not joking when she said she would have to start from scratch. Damage like this could not just be repaired, the wires could not be gotten to when the outside metal was put on, they had to remain protected from water, or whatever else could destroy them, and, unfortunately, that meant that they had to be completely sealed off.

Ed just looked sad, shaking his head, and mumbling a 'Sorry…' Winry was taken aback. Ed never just apologized he would almost always retort with some snappy comment. Now Winry felt bad. She did not know what had happened to Ed, Al seemed un-damaged, but Ed did not seem so lucky. Winry could see copious amounts of bandage traveling form one side of his chest up and over his left shoulder. Winry wondered how his legs were fairing, if the top half of him was like this, God knows how his lower half was. The blanket reached his midriff, but she could see the outline of his legs, they were both there, at least.

Lieutenant Ross stuck her head round the doorframe, one eyebrow was raised, and she had a slightly scared look on her face.

'Is everything alright here?' she asked the room.

'Yeap, just fine Lieutenant Ross, but I think brother will have a headache for a little while.' Al said, alerting the occupant of the bed, and the angry bed-sitter as to his whereabouts.

Lieutenant Ross turned her head to look at Ed, who was rubbing this side of his head, grumbling. Shaking her head, Ross retreated to stand back up beside the door, Sergeant Brosh sniggering beside her.

Winry sighed, and bent down to open her suitcase. Taking out her red toolbox she straightened up. Al regarded the two, then lowered himself to the floor in the corner, watching the two in front of him. Al told himself it was so that he could make sure they did not kill each other, but secretly he just wanted to watch the two out of interest. It was amusing at times, Winry was one of the few who could control Ed, and Ed was one of the few who could irritate Winry so much, that the offending person walked around with a constant headache.

Winry set the toolbox on the bedside table, opened it, pulled out a screwdriver, and leant over Ed. She glared down at the broken arm, and worked the screwdriver into the screws around the automail socket. 'How is your leg?' she asked, blowing a stray bit of hair over her shoulder so it did not get in the way.

'Just a bit too short now, that's it,' Ed was still grumbling.

'Really? That's good, means you're growing, it would be sad to see you as a pipsqueak for the rest of your life.'

'Who you calling a pipsqueak?' Ed did not say it with his usual gusto, and Winry was disappointed with the lack of the ridiculous sentence that usually followed such statements.

Winry just shook her head again, all her usually witty bubbly-ness drained from her, as she realized that something was indeed very wrong here, and she was not going to be able to get it from Ed.

'Al, I don't suppose you will tell me what happened?' Winry asked this hopefully. She had not heard Al leave the room, so she assumed he was still there, and listening to their conversation. Winry did not turn from Ed's shoulder to look at Al as he replied with a negative. This did not surprise her, both brothers were always on the same side, they would not tell her anything.

Ed's automail arm was prized slowly out of its docking port, and Ed groaned in slight pain.

'Let me look at that leg now' Winry set the arm on the bedside table next to the toolbox. She carried the screwdriver with her to the bottom of the bed, and set it down as she untucked the covers. She pulled them up to reveal the lower parts of both of Ed's legs. Bending down to observe the feet, she saw what must have been about a two and a half inch gap between the lengths of Ed's two legs.

'Wow… You have grown.' Now Ed smiled.

'Yeah, I'm 2.6 inches taller' he grinned triumphantly.

'Want to know the bad news now?' Winry asked.

'Uh, bad news?' Ed scratched his head, not really wanting to know what was bad about growing 2.6 inches taller.

Winry scowled, for a child genius he could really be dense sometimes. 'I need to make a new leg too. If you had only grown about an inch or so I would have been able to just adjust it, but this leg is now way to small.'

'Yay.'

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It took over a week for the new leg and arm to be made. It would have taken shorter, but Al was being nosey in his boredom, Ed was being frustrating, and Winry needed to send back to Pinako for some supplies. Eventually though, the limbs were complete.

Winry was at Ed's bedside again. Over the week his cuts had healed, mostly, but the doctors still thought he should get some rest. The fact that Roy Mustang had turned up during the week and chatted up some to the nurses had not helped the fact. They were very eager to keep Ed in bed if it meant the sexy Colonel would pay, albeit infrequent, visits.

Ed was sitting with his leg over the side of the bed. Al was standing on the other side of the bed watching his brother. 'They are always there for each other aren't they?' Winry thought.

Winry sighed, and moved closer to Ed, his automail arm held in one hand. She bent down, loosening the connections on the docking port at Ed's shoulder, and setting the arm in the socket. She screwed the arm in tightly, then turned to Ed's leg. She picked it up off the bedside table, and carefully attached it as well.

Winry thought for a moment. 'Ms Ross?' She called behind her. Second Lieutenant Ross looked around the door. 'Could you help me activate Ed's leg? It would really help him if we did both limbs at the same time.'

Ross nodded, and walked to stand beside Winry. She bent down as Winry straightened up.

'See that?' Winry pointed to the activation lever.

'Mmmmhumm…' Ross looked at the lever.

'You turn it clockwise when I say okay?' Ross made a noise of affirmation.

Winry looked at Ed. He had his head bowed, bracing himself for the pain. He had had his limbs connected enough times to know the sheer extent of the pain. Winry could only imagine.

Winry took hold of his arm's lever, and looked at Ed again, he made eye contact this time. 'Ready?' Winry's voice was soft, one of the few times it ever was with Ed, or really with anyone. He nodded, then grit his teeth and looked down at his hand. Winry took a look at his hand too. The knuckles were white, his fist was clenched so hard. 'Ok, ready, set,' She took a breath, 'Go.'

Both Winry and Lieutenant Ross turned the levers. A grunt of pain made Winry turn her head back to Ed. She then looked down at his knuckles again. They were even whiter.

Muffled groans could be heard form Ed.

'Ah!' Ross was staring shocked at Ed. She must not have known how painful it was to attach automail.

'Brother…' Ed's head turned to the side at the sad tone in his brother's voice. He was now panting. Sweat started forming on his face, and his left arm shook, fist still clenched tightly.

'Al, Ms Ross, um could you leave for a moment?' Winry spoke, still looking at Ed with sad eyes. He had lost so much, he did not deserve this pain.

Al was going to protest, but then he saw the look on Winry's face, and just nodded. He glanced back at Ed as he left, Ross following mutely at his side.

The door shut, and Winry moved towards Ed. Her fingers caught his shoulders, both cold and metal, and warm and fleshy. She turned him slightly, and slid onto the bed behind him. 'Edward…'

Winry's fingers reached forward and pressed on Ed's lower back. He was hunched over, his left hand gripping his right shoulder and his legs curled up under the bed. Ed moved slightly at Winry's touch. His shirt was off so Winry could get to his shoulder properly, and his bandages were off too.

Slowly Winy massaged the tense muscles there, moving her hands higher. She could see a few scars here and there. He healed well, only leaving small thin marks where there must have been deep cuts. She sighed for what felt like the millionth time that week. They never told her anything. For all she knew, getting mauled was a weekly occurrence. She did not even know why.

Winry's hands were calming. They eased a lot of the tension in Ed's body. She moved her hands even higher as she felt the muscles loosen up. Her left hand took hold of the tight muscle on Ed's left shoulder, and her right started massaging his neck. His muscles were so tight, as though he had not had a good massage after 20 years of tough battle. Both hands lifted, and moved on to Ed's left arm.

Winry felt the strain ooze out of Ed. He relaxed slightly into her hands, his panting coming less now, and groans less frequent.

Switching her position slightly, moving higher onto her knees, Winry started massaging Ed's head. One hand caught at Ed's hair tie, and pulled it off, flinging it onto the bedside table.

Her hands trailed lightly down Ed's scalp, rubbing around the ears, and down the back of his neck. He leaned more into her now. Winry's fingers soothing Ed, making him forget about the pain, and sending him into a sense of ease, into an almost sleepy state. Winry heard him let out a long breath. Ed leant back onto her, and let his eyes drift closed.

Winry smiled, continuing a bit longer, then letting her hands trail down his hair. She took him by the shoulders and carefully maneuvered him until he was lying down, his head on the hospital's pillow.

Winry smiled again, and stroked the hair from his face. She noticed with a small pang of sadness that he had bitten into his lip. She could see some blood peeping through the crack of his lips as he slept.

It was a rare sight when Ed looked so peaceful. She was glad it had worked.

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'You will visit won't you? And not just because you have wrecked your automail again?' Winry was staring at Ed. She noticed, as he was finally standing up, that he could almost take her on now in height. 'Not so much a pipsqueak.' Winry muttered under her breath.

'Uhhh, I can't promise but-,' Winry cut Ed's reply short.

'Just promise me you both will come back in one piece.' Winry said this with so much hope it almost broke Ed's heart. Winry glanced from Ed to Al and back again, a hopeful yet pleading look on her face. He knew he could never promise such a thing. They ran off into dangerous situations all the time, how could they promise to even come back alive, let alone in one piece.

Ed knew this, and so it came as a shock to not only him when he replied with a convincing 'Alright.'

Winry smiled, and nodded. She turned and headed in the direction of the train doors, her ponytail swinging in her wake. She turned back once and waved. Both Ed and Al waved back, Ed grinning. She returned the smile, grasped hold of the handle, and hoisted herself into the train.

'I hope I can do what you wish…' Ed whispered to himself, the happy grin wiped completely off his face.

'Brother?'

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There, my first chapter. I'm quite into this story, I love Ed and Winry, so I think I will get to finish this one. I know I had very little Al in this story, but the story does just focus on the times when Ed and Winry have something happening between them, it does not include all times when Ed Al and Winry would sit around Ed's hospital room and talk while Winry worked, and the times like that. I can say though, that I won't ignore Al in his story, and I won't stoop to sending Al out with Pinako every time I want to do something with Ed and Winry.

Halfway through writing this, I kinda reverted back to the way I usually write, kinda fulloooophy, if you get my drift. Right around the time that Ed gets his massage form Heaven it goes kinday artsy, instead of how I have it earlier, which is more factual. Anyway, I'm sorry but I think there will be a lot of that in this story, its how I naturally write, and I think any fullooophy parts will be written like that. Ahh well, sorry if you don't like it!

So yeah, the next one will be more in Winry's point of view, and it will deal more with what feelings they have with each other, instead of just what happened. Hope you liked it!