Fullmetal Alchemist: Izumi Curtis & Winry Rockbell
Title: Bash
Fandom: Fullmetal Alchemist
Pairing: Izumi Curtis & Winry Rockbell
Theme: Recovery
Rating: Teen
Words: 250
Warnings: Mentions of drug abuse/use.
Notes: From my “Devotion” universe. All you really need to know is Ed’s gone off the deep end.
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A jail, instead of a hospital this time. Winry shook her head as she entered the building. “Ed, you idiot,” she muttered under her breath. Blue uniforms everywhere, at least until she spotted Mrs. Curtis - Izumi - sitting next to a wall, her arms folded. Mr. Curtis wasn’t anywhere in sight, but Izumi stood out in her long, white tunic against the field of blue. Spotting Winry, she stood up, striding down what seemed a long corridor of blue.
“They’re not letting us see him yet,” Izumi told her, her face tight and her eyes narrowed. “Someone in the military has to okay it.” She put her hand on Winry’s shoulder, giving it a squeeze.
Winry sighed through her nose. “Do you know what he did?”
“Aside from his bash on the train?” Eyebrow twitching, Izumi glared, as if she could see holes through the walls to where Edward was incarcerated. “They were still talking about it at the station when we got there.”
Passing her hand over her eyes, Winry tried to think what to do next. All the work on sweating the drugs out of his system, for nothing. Until she saw him, she wouldn’t have any idea how far he’d set back his own recovery, but now, she wondered if he even wanted to get better.
Izumi ducked her head a little, catching Winry’s chin to raise it up. “He’ll get through this, Winry. We’ll all get through this.”
Winry wished she could believe her.
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Fandom: Fullmetal Alchemist
Pairing: Izumi Curtis & Winry Rockbell
Theme: Recovery
Rating: Teen
Words: 250
Warnings: Mentions of drug abuse/use.
Notes: From my “Devotion” universe. All you really need to know is Ed’s gone off the deep end.
X X X
A jail, instead of a hospital this time. Winry shook her head as she entered the building. “Ed, you idiot,” she muttered under her breath. Blue uniforms everywhere, at least until she spotted Mrs. Curtis - Izumi - sitting next to a wall, her arms folded. Mr. Curtis wasn’t anywhere in sight, but Izumi stood out in her long, white tunic against the field of blue. Spotting Winry, she stood up, striding down what seemed a long corridor of blue.
“They’re not letting us see him yet,” Izumi told her, her face tight and her eyes narrowed. “Someone in the military has to okay it.” She put her hand on Winry’s shoulder, giving it a squeeze.
Winry sighed through her nose. “Do you know what he did?”
“Aside from his bash on the train?” Eyebrow twitching, Izumi glared, as if she could see holes through the walls to where Edward was incarcerated. “They were still talking about it at the station when we got there.”
Passing her hand over her eyes, Winry tried to think what to do next. All the work on sweating the drugs out of his system, for nothing. Until she saw him, she wouldn’t have any idea how far he’d set back his own recovery, but now, she wondered if he even wanted to get better.
Izumi ducked her head a little, catching Winry’s chin to raise it up. “He’ll get through this, Winry. We’ll all get through this.”
Winry wished she could believe her.
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