A Second Chance on a New Life

[... okay, so maybe Rachel feels bad. Moderately bad. It had been a bad week and her -- well, constant virtue-ness had made it unreasonably difficult. So it's with a huff that she responds, arms crossed, irritable.]

What did you do to it?

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DON'T YOU START SOUNDING LIKE HER, WOMAN! -=and then, just as quickly, a grumbly deflation.=-

While busy trying to keep the rest of you out of trouble, the elbow's not working right. And there's a grinding in my shoulder.

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Don't yell at me, Edward, it was a question!

[GOD, WHY DOES SHE DEAL WITH YOU.]

... well, do you need anything?

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It's the first goddamned thing she asks every single time. -=Growled at her.=-

-=SHE LOVES HIM FOR SAVING HER RIGHT OFF THE BAT!=-

No. I slung my arm up already. -=A shoddy attempt at it, too.=-

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Well, it's a good question to ask, isn't it?

[WELL SHUT UP.]

Are you in your room?

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...what'd you do this time? [not her usual loud yelling. She's still disturbed by the past week and she doesn't miss the exhaustion in his voice]

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Yeah.

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Prevented the damn Colonel from killing himself. Prevented myself from getting killed by the Lieutenant. Trying to keep Al from screwing everyone ever. And then there was Rachel picking up strays.

What were you doing?

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[SHE IS TOTALLY BRINGING YOU COOKIES. ... she made, like, eighty of them during her week of virtues, okay.

Have a knock on your door. She'll fix your stupid sling. Dumbass.]

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-=NOT THE FAT FREE, LARD FREE, WHEAT FREE, TASTE FREE COOKIES!!!=-

'S open.

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[ACTUALLY, THEY ARE DELICIOUS SUGAR COOKIES WITH AWESOME FROSTING, YOU UNGRATEFUL JERK.

She prods the door open with her foot, peering in, with a small bag to eye him.]

... that looks uncomfortable.

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[...what on Earth]

Just trying to figure what the heck is up with Al. Seeing him like this... [she trails off. Ed knows. Better than her, probably]

Nevermind. To the workshop then?

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-=GIVE HIM THE COOKIES AND PLACATE HIS STOMACH, WOMAN.=-

Well, having forty pounds of dead weight pulling on your skeleton is slightly uncomfortable.

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It's the Animus. -=he clips quickly.=- They pull this shit from time to time.

Yeah, to the workshop. -=He'll just sling his arm again and hope it doesn't pull out of his socket.=-

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[Them again. The word alone is something that's beginning to make her twitch when she hears it]

Are you home? I'll meet you at the door then so we can walk together.

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Well, you tied the sling wrong, so that's hardly any help.

[She moves over to him.]

Can you move it at all?

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Yeah, I'll be down in a minute.

-=And he's down in a minute with his leather on and his right arm in a makeshift sling, the leather sleeve empty for the time being.=-

Ready?

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-= >( =-

Since when did you learn first aid?

-=And then he frowns even more.=-

My thumb will wiggle slightly, that's it.=-

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My dads put me in Girl Scouts for a year when I was eight.

[Rachel quickly fought her way out because like hell was she camping in the woods by herself where bears could eat her, but all the same!]

And a sling isn't that difficult. Finn is on the football team. Injuries happen. I'm not inept, you know.

Hold your arm up with your other arm so I can fix it.

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[Winry pulls on some extra layers and soon makes her way to meet Ed. She gives him a critical once over, but makes no comment on his appearance but the worried and disapproving look says enough on its own]

Yea.

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-=Gives her a decidedly "I'm not impressed" face as he holds up his right arm with his left.=-

Football? You sling up his legs, then?

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-=He avoids those looks and opens the door to leave.=-

Good.

Al's still out by the river. I want to be in shape in case he needs me.

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Luckily, I've never had to sling up his arms, but it's always a good thing to know in case he breaks something. Or lapses into a coma.

[She carefully unties the sling to retie it properly, a little more snugly, to make him more comfortable.]

There.

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Must not have a thick enough skull if you're worried about comas. -=Hey, that is comfortable. Maybe he won't be so caustic.=-

How's your friend doing?

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