[FMA/HP] "Mr. Elric" 06/15
Fandom: Fullmetal Alchemist/Harry Potter
Title: Mr. Elric
Part: 06 of 15
Genre: General
Rating: G
Warning: Crossover
Spoilers: FMA episode 51; HP book 5
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Summary: Edward Elric from various points of view.
Chapter 06: Madame Pomfrey
Edward has designed one of the most impressive prosthetic arms I've seen in my entire life!
At first, I was surprised when the normally calm boy came rushing in, short of breath, asking for an 'automail' surgery, whatever that was. He had a book with him that described the procedure in lengthy detail as well. I'd heard from Albus that he had an artificial arm and leg, but would not have guessed that he'd ask me to do such a complicated muggle operation. But my duty as a nurse kicked in and I was obliged to perform it.
I read up on it and the only foreseen problem, the actual replacement object made of this so-called 'automail', was quickly nullified by him actually building an arm. His 'automail' was constructed of the same kind of silver used to make sickles and as stated before, it's quite a work of art. So I asked Severus to concoct a potion for aus and we carried it out two days later.
The first few moments had to be painful, even with the pain-killers, but Edward only grimaced. We had to completely take apart the piece connected to his shoulder because whoever did the operation the first time around had done a poor job. Once the full effects of the potion set in though, Edward became very light-headed and very loose-lipped.
He began babbling about how the pain 'wasn't as bad as the first time around' and that 'Winry did a great job the first time around, but when I crossed the gate, the entire arm got lost and we had to redo it' and nonsense. He spoke of a little brother and growled out something about a horse (mustang, was it?). Eventually, his speech lost all coherency and the remaining work was done in silence.
When he finally came to three days later, he apologized swiftly for anything he might've said under the effects of the medicine. When he turned to leave, after I recommended having a cup of strong tea with Hagrid, I casually remarked that he should've kept arm and that we could've just reconnected the two halves.
He gave me a look no one as young as he is should have and said flatly, "No Madam. No one could've done anything."
T . B . C
Title: Mr. Elric
Part: 06 of 15
Genre: General
Rating: G
Warning: Crossover
Spoilers: FMA episode 51; HP book 5
Archived @ Master List
Summary: Edward Elric from various points of view.
Chapter 06: Madame Pomfrey
Edward has designed one of the most impressive prosthetic arms I've seen in my entire life!
At first, I was surprised when the normally calm boy came rushing in, short of breath, asking for an 'automail' surgery, whatever that was. He had a book with him that described the procedure in lengthy detail as well. I'd heard from Albus that he had an artificial arm and leg, but would not have guessed that he'd ask me to do such a complicated muggle operation. But my duty as a nurse kicked in and I was obliged to perform it.
I read up on it and the only foreseen problem, the actual replacement object made of this so-called 'automail', was quickly nullified by him actually building an arm. His 'automail' was constructed of the same kind of silver used to make sickles and as stated before, it's quite a work of art. So I asked Severus to concoct a potion for aus and we carried it out two days later.
The first few moments had to be painful, even with the pain-killers, but Edward only grimaced. We had to completely take apart the piece connected to his shoulder because whoever did the operation the first time around had done a poor job. Once the full effects of the potion set in though, Edward became very light-headed and very loose-lipped.
He began babbling about how the pain 'wasn't as bad as the first time around' and that 'Winry did a great job the first time around, but when I crossed the gate, the entire arm got lost and we had to redo it' and nonsense. He spoke of a little brother and growled out something about a horse (mustang, was it?). Eventually, his speech lost all coherency and the remaining work was done in silence.
When he finally came to three days later, he apologized swiftly for anything he might've said under the effects of the medicine. When he turned to leave, after I recommended having a cup of strong tea with Hagrid, I casually remarked that he should've kept arm and that we could've just reconnected the two halves.
He gave me a look no one as young as he is should have and said flatly, "No Madam. No one could've done anything."
T . B . C