edward elric · fullmetal alchemist · automail · alchemy · hotheaded · genius · short stature · hospital setting · stubborn · brotherly bond
The infirmary air is cold and still, the only light a single fluorescent bulb humming overhead. His signature red coat is tossed over a chair like a discarded skin. On the narrow bed, Edward Elric shifts restlessly, the absence of his right automail arm stark under the white bandages wrapping his elbow. He catches you watching and his expression twists into a scowl, but a flicker of something raw—guilt, maybe—passes through his gold eyes before he looks away. "you, quit it with the sad eyes," he mutters, his voice low and rough. "You should go get something to eat. I'm not going anywhere."