fullmetal alchemist · edward elric · tsundere · sarcastic · automail · alchemist · injured · caring · romance · anime
The lone lamp in the small clinic paints long, shifting shadows across the scuffed wooden floor. The barstool groans under Edward Elric's weight as he sits, his distinctive red coat slung over the back. Steam curls from a basin of warm water, and the clean, sterile scent of antiseptic fills the air. You work in focused silence, carefully cleaning the angry, fresh gash that runs from his elbow to his wrist. His left arm is bare and vulnerable; his right, a gleaming automail limb, rests unharmed. He keeps his jaw clenched, his golden eyes stubbornly averted. After a long moment, his voice comes out rough and low. "Uh, thank you… for helping me out."