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Feel Me, Shame Me, Heal Me	By : RyokoBlue Category: Fullmetal Alchemist > Het - Male/Female Views: 11762 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Summary: Winry determined to find the Elric brothers, headed
to Central. Life is definitely full of surprises, and she certainly
didn�t expect this one.

Feel
Me, Shame Me, Heal Me

Episode
9�Fevered Emotions

The noise of a high pitched saw
grinding something along with horrifying screams that sounded like someone was
being brutally murdered was coming from the back room.

�Does it really hurt that much?� A
dark haired man said to the red headed woman next to him, they were both
sitting in a chair in the waiting room and looked up at the closed door.

The woman shrugged, �Well you are
having your bones sawed and nerves messed with, so I would say, definitely,
yes. Just think how bad this was twenty years ago when they didn�t have
these new fangled electric saws to cut half the time off the procedure.�

The man clutched his magazine
tightly, one of his legs bumping up and down while he was crinkling the pages
beneath death gripping fingertips. �A� are you next?� He asked
wondering why this lady was so calm when the sounds of those screams were ready
to make him wet himself.

The woman shook her head no and
calmly turned the page of her book. �No, that�s my husband in
there. He�s getting a leg.� She smiled kindly at him. �Is
this your first visit?� She saw him nod, �Then I wouldn�t worry, she�ll
probably just get some information from you, take measurements and prepare your
limb. It takes a few days to get everything in order, so you wouldn�t go
under the saw just yet.�

Once the sound of the saw stopped,
the man got up from his chair, grabbing his crutches and making his way over so
cautiously to the door and pressed his ear to it. He could hear a feminine
voice coming from the other side.

�Okay, Mr. Calvin. Drink
this. I�m going to let your body rest for about fifteen minutes and then
I�ll be back to attach your new leg. I�m not going to lie and say the
pain is over. I still have to connect your nerves to the wires.�

Footsteps were coming towards the
door and it was pulled open and the man jolted back. He was staring down
at the apron covering a black tube top and purple mechanic jump suit with its
arms tied around her waist, that was splattered with blood and who knows what
else! He lifted his head finding a youthful, lady�s face. Long
blonde hair kept out of her face by a pink head-wrap. There was a white face
mask pulled down and hanging around her neck. �Are you�?�

Winry smiled and wiped her hand on
the back of her apron and held it out for a proper greeting. �I�m Winry
Rockbell, Automail technician and mechanic.�

�A�are you even old enough to be
one?� He asked, not trying to hide his fear, while grasping her hand and
shaking it.

Laughing lightly, Winry held a
pair of goggles in her other hand. �I assure you I know what I�m
doing. I learned under my grandmother Pinako Rockbell back in
Resembool. I make the best Automail around.� She wasn�t bragging it was
the truth. Winry always prided herself in trying to be the best at it.

�Yes I heard that, that�s why I
came here. You repaired an arm for an older gentleman, a friend of the
family, Raine Augusta.�

Winry�s face brightened up, �Ah
yes, Mr. Augusta. How is he doing these days?�

The man scratched the back of his
head, �He�s well. He hasn�t had to go in for repairs yet unlike he did
with that Donald Crane�s work.�

�So what can I do for you?� Winry reached
back and closed the door, giving her patient his privacy. The man before
her pulled up his pant leg, showing her the stump where his foot used to
be. �I need a foot.�

Kneeling down, she examined the
stump. �How did this happen?�

�Mining accident about a year
ago,� The man then snorted, �Well it was an explosion, my father set the charge
incorrectly and several people lost their lives and others lost limbs worse
than I did. This is just a foot and I can do without it... That is until Raine
suggested I come see you.�

Standing up, Winry dusted off her
hand onto her pants. �Look, sir. Do you want an Automail
foot? Don�t do this because someone else suggested it. You have to
want it for yourself.�

�It would be nice not to have to
use crutches anymore, but I don�t know.� He said. �I don�t like pain too much.�

Winry sighed, �Well what�s a few
hours of pain compared to the rest of your life with a foot you can actually
use? Maybe needing some minor repairs in the future depending on how well
you treat your Automail. If you go waving it around like a maniac and
getting into trouble you might need really extensive repairs.�

He laughed, �Oh, well you don�t
have to worry about that. I lead a pretty quiet life. All right,
I�ll do it. You�ve convinced me.�

Laughing as well, Winry then
smiled. �Why not have a seat and I�ll start your paperwork.� She
turned to the woman sitting in the chair. �Your husband is doing just
fine. He�ll have to stay here for about three days. I have a nurse coming
in and she�ll take care of his needs for him.�

The woman smiled, �Thank you,
Winry. I know he�ll appreciate all that you�re doing for him.�

�He shouldn�t try to move his
Automail leg around too much because of the swelling and pain. I can prescribe
some mild painkillers, but nothing too strong since I would have had worked
with his nerves and need to know if there are any complications.� She
heard the dark haired man sit back down, while she continued to talk to Mrs.
Calvin. �He should try and stay off his leg as much as possible for about
two weeks to give him time to heal before really trying to use it and then take
it slowly when walking. If there are any problems let me know
immediately.� She said, �unlike Edward who was up in a few days, that
boy suffers more than he should.�

Winry went to the counter and
grabbed a stack of papers from the shelf beneath it, along with her tape
measure. Smiling at the dark haired man she waved him over. �How
about we take your measurements, Mister...?�

�Jack, Jack Dobson.� He said with
a smile as he stood up, using his crutches he hopped on over to her.

By the time Winry took information
from Mr. Dobson and finished with Mr. Calvin. It was time to go home for
it was already early evening.

Winry, feeling so tired,
trudged sluggishly home to her apartment. Her face was red; it felt like
it was burning. It was Monday and she was supposed to go with her friend
Travin later. Reaching for her key, she opened her flat and went inside.
Closing the door, and taking a deep breath she saw her sofa and headed towards
it where she promptly fell flat onto it. �Just a little nap,� she
said to herself while curling up and closing her eyes. �An hour should
do it.� Winry sighed and in no time at all was fast asleep.

�The police aren�t doing
anything!� The blonde woman cried.

�They are doing all they can, I�m
sure.� Maes said with a sad expression, while handing the woman a tissue who
accepted it to wipe at her eyes.

Roy
folded his hands and leaned forward more on his desk, it was obvious the police
weren�t doing enough. The police department jumped at the opportunity to be
assisted by the military in these cases. Taking every account into
consideration, a question came up in his mind. �Are you sure your
daughter just isn�t a runaway?�

The woman sniffled and shook her
head, pulling out of her purse a picture of her daughter. �Fantine would
never run away.� She pushed the picture towards the Colonel. �This is
her, this is my girl. She was making her usual delivery rounds last
evening and never came home.�

Both Maes and Roy looked at the
photo, seeing a pretty girl with chocolate ringlet curls, honey eyes and a
bright smile on her face.

�How old is she?� Maes asked,
putting his hand to his chin while looking back up at the woman.

�Fourteen.� The woman took the
picture again, �She was always happy. Fantine is not a runaway. Something
happened to her, I know it!�

Maes sighed and looked at Roy who
slowly blinked, then reaching forward and placing his hand on the photo.
�Do you mind terribly, Ma�am, if I keep this?   So when anything
comes up I have something to recognize her by.� He watched as the woman
handed him the picture and Maes let his hand curl around it.

Clearing his throat, Roy
said. �If we hear anything, we�ll let you know.�

�Where can we reach you?� Maes
asked.

The woman started to stand, �We
live in an apartment complex over on Maple, in number Three-E.�

Roy�s
head snapped up, nervousness prickling inside and out. �You live on
Maple?� �Winry lives on Maple in Three-D�� He had to be sure it
was the same building. �Is it a tall building with juniper bushes
surrounding the premises?� He saw the woman nod. �Winry lives in that
apartment complex!� and his heart started pounding, beating against his
ribs. His outer appearance remained ever neutral. �Do you think she was
being targeted? What about neighbors, did they hear or see
anything?�

�Nothing out of the ordinary,
Colonel,� The woman was finding it harder to fight her emotions. �Who
would do this? Who would steal away my little girl?�

Reaching his hand forward, Roy
patted the woman�s comfortingly. �We�ll do all we can Ma�am.�

Pulling her hand out from beneath the
Colonels, she stood. �Let me know whatever you find.� Clutching her
purse tightly to her arm, she left the office.

Roy
shoved back his chair stood up and headed for the door himself.

�Where ya goin� Roy?� Maes
asked, catching up with him.

�To the apartment complex on
Maple,� He pulled the door open. �There�s something I have to check up
on.� Stepping out of his office he headed towards the exit.

Maes nodded, �This is
terrible. This is the fourth disappearance in not even a week.� He
noticed that Roy seemed to be
distracted.

�Yes, I realize that.� Roy
stepped outside.

�You know�� Maes started to say,
following Roy to his car.
�Winry Rockbell lives in that apartment building. I know you two don�t
really get along but perhaps you could check up on her while you�re
there? With all these disappearances of young ladies, I worry about her
safety.�

�It�s always different when it�s
someone you know, isn�t it? You get just extra cautious and a bit more
paranoid, don�t you?� Seeing Maes nod, knowing that the man felt a little
guilty about that. Roy
inserted his key into the lock and turned it. He paused a moment, he couldn�t
just come out and say �yes, I�m going there to check on Winry because I�m
worried about her.� That would be very odd. He had to say something
that would keep Maes� suspicions down. �Maes, why do you keep suggesting
I talk to her? Are you trying to push the Rockbell girl on me?�

Maes looked surprised at that
comment. �No, Roy. You two should come to some kind of understanding,
that�s all. It wouldn�t hurt if you tried to be her friend. She
could use a few here in this city.�

Roy
gave a short nod, �What you can do is, go back to the police station and get
any information on the disappearances, where the victims lived, worked, friends
and whatnot. Get me whatever you can find. I�ll check up on
Rockbell.� �But not for you, I�ll do it for myself and my own peace of
mind.� Getting in he inserted the key into the ignition and pulled
away.

Maes watched as the vehicle headed
out onto the street, he was going to make sure that Roy and Winry were at least
somewhat friendly towards each other. He knew it was hard to let go of
the past, but they were both good people and should see the goodness in each
other.

****

Rushing up the steps to the third
floor and right to Winry�s door, Roy
noticed the apartment was dark. It was still too early for her commitment
later this evening, so it wouldn�t be dark yet. Roy
rapped his knuckles on the wood and the door slowly popped open. It
hadn�t been closed all the way. �Winry?� There
was no answer. It felt like his stomach had fallen into his feet and he cautiously, very slowly, not making a sound pushed the
door open more, his hand in his pocket working overtime to get that damned
glove on in case there was trouble.

His eyes scanned the dark flat not
missing a single detail. He took one step forward while softly closing
the door behind him. He heard a rustle and a groan from the right and his
head turned sharply in that direction.

Roy
immediately relaxed. It was Winry asleep on the couch. �Thank
goodness.� He approached the sofa and reached over turning on the
lamp. Sitting down on the coffee table and staring at her, his pulse was
calming. She was here and safe. His eyes narrowed in concentration.
Her face was so red and she was sweating, a lot. Resting his elbows on
his thighs, he shifted forward. �Winry�� She moaned miserably but not
giving a real answer that she had been called. �Winry,� He said again and
pressed his hand to her forehead. �Hell, you�re burning up.�
Standing in a rush, he stripped off his uniform jacket and undid the skirt,
tossing them haphazardly on the chair in the corner. Rolling up his shirt
sleeves, he bent down back to her level and shook her a little more
forcefully. �Winry, wake up.�

Winry�s brow creased, and as if it
took a lot of effort her eyes slowly opened. Her head was pounding as she
tried to focus on who was in front of her through blurred vision. She saw
a tall figure, dark hair, white shirt tucked into blue pants. Her mind
was fuzzy but she knew who it was standing before her. �Roy,
were we supposed to meet? Did I forget?� She couldn�t for the life
of her remember if she was supposed to meet him today or not. What was
today anyway?

�No, you had a prior engagement,
but you�re not going.� Roy
really did not like the idea of Winry going out with that Travin guy anyway, he
supposed that even tragedies like this were good for something, not that he�d
wished her any ill at all.

�Why not?�
Her throat felt scratchy and she tried to clear it.

�Because you�re ill,� Roy
bent at the knees and moved his arm beneath her back and his other under her
knees and picked her up from the sofa, her arm shot around his neck and held on
tightly as if she were afraid he�d drop her. �Don�t worry, I�ve got you.�
He adjusted his grip so he held her against him and Winry buried her face in
his chest. He carried her into her room and gently laid her on the
bed. �Where do you keep your pajamas?�

Limply, Winry pointed to the
dresser at the front of the room. �Top drawer on the right,� she was breathing
harder, closing her eyes.

Rushing over to the dresser with a
mirror above it, Roy opened the
drawer and found a white button up shirt and a pair of stretch like material
shorts. Grabbing them, he hurried back over to her. Helping her to
sit up, she weakly slumped forward a little, pressing her weight against his
shoulder. Under normal circumstances, Roy
would take every opportunity to gaze at her lovely form, but not tonight.
The only thing he wanted to do was help her to bed so she could rest.

Winry reached for her clothing
that was in his lap, �I can do it.�

Roy
did not wait and Winry didn�t seem to protest when he grabbed her black top and
yanked it up and off her. The poor girl was shivering terribly, while he
snapped out her nightshirt. Putting it around her shoulders, he helped
her push her arms through the arm holes, pulling the lapels closed where he
proceeded to button them. Next he had her lay down where he gently
gripped her purple mechanic jumpsuit and uniting the arms from around her
waist, pulled them off. Roy
helped her into her stretchy shorts. Pulling the blankets back on her
bed, he pulled them over her and tucked her in tightly.

She was looking up at him in
confusion, and all he did was give her a soft smile before reaching up and
taking her pink head-wrap off her head. Her blonde hair was damp and fell
around her shoulders. Winry was about to say something, when he cupped
her cheek, and trailing his thumb across her lips.

�Shh, just rest.� He watched
as she nodded and closed her eyes. Roy
was relieved that there were no arguments from her whatsoever. Being sick
certainly does sap one�s strength. He quietly left the room, closing her
door part way.

Walking to the light switch by the
front door, he flipped it on and the entire flat filled with light rather than
just the small living room. A loud knock came from the door and he turned
around to face it. He wasn�t going to answer it until her heard whose
voice was behind it.

�Winry?
It�s Travin, can I come in?�

Roy�s
eyes narrowed at the door and he held in his threatening growl. Turning
the knob he pulled the door open part way, seeing the young man on the other
side whose eyes widening slightly. �What do you want?� Roy�s
tone was unfriendly as was his facial expression.

Who is this guy?! Travin silently
seethed. Maintaining a kindly expression, he cleared his throat, �Uh,
Winry was supposed to go with me tonight to the��

��Winry�s not
going, she�s ill.� He tried to close the door, but that foolish young
man shoved his foot in the way. Of all the nerve!

�Well, can I see her?�

�No.� Roy
really did not want to waste any of his time talking to this person.
�Talk to her some other time. I don�t think she would appreciate it if
let someone in to see her when she�s ill. Would you?�

�I guess not.� Travin said with
regret.

Roy
snorted, �There�s no guess about it.� He wanted to rip this guy�s head
off and kick it across town.

�Gee, someone�s hostile.� Travin
was sarcastic which earned him a stern glare from the man at the door.

�I�m looking out for Miss
Rockbell�s best interest, which if she were smart and
she is, would realize that you are not it.� Roy
slammed the door in the idiot�s face.

Travin scoffed at the door, well
that was just plain rude. Winry was sick? How terrible, he really
wanted to spend the evening with her. Not much could be done with that,
whoever he was in the way. He�d find out if this guy was someone to worry
about, he saw sister talking to him a few nights ago. Travin would come
back another day, hopefully when that other guy wasn�t here. He turned
and headed away, thinking� �hmm, I wonder what that
Scieszka is up to tonight?� He went to go find out.

Roy
looked back at her room at her partially closed door and let out a deep
frustrated breath. He didn�t know if he should leave her when she�s sick
like this. What if she got worse and had to be rushed to the
hospital. That settled it, he would stay to see
if she improved in her health. Sitting on the arm of the couch, Roy
removed his boots and lined them up against the wall next to the door. He
wondered when the last time it was that she ate. A sick person should have
plenty of fluids. It wasn�t like he could call Maes to bring anything
over�Roy would have to make
something himself�he cringed. Well he�d do it for her. Hopefully it
wouldn�t make her throw up�too much.

Walking to the small shelf in the
kitchen he drew his finger along their bindings and found a few books of
recipes, pulling one down he opened it up searching for� ah-hah. This recipe
for soup should be adequate. �First, boil some water. Hmm, that should
be easy enough.� Roy
thought as he carried the book back to the counter and proceeded to search for
where she kept the pans�

The chicken he found in the icebox
was boiling nicely. He had the few carrots, onions and celery along on
the counter along with the jars of spices which he didn�t know which he would
use so he had them all out. Roy
continued to read the recipe this time out loud to himself,
�Salt lightly�� He glimpsed the jar with the small white granules and
reached for it while keeping his eyes on the book and shook the jar over the
pan. Then grabbing the spoon he tasted it, his mouth twisted in disgust
and he spit it out in the sink. �What the hell?� He looked at the
small jar in his hand; his thumb was covering over all the letters except the
S. He moved his thumb. �Sugar!� He
slammed the jar down on the counter, surprisingly it did not break. Using
the mitts he grabbed the pan off the stove and sloshed it into the sink.

�After Roy
had gotten back from the butcher, the new chicken was boiling nicely in the
pan. He trailed his finger along the next sentence, �Carrots, celery and
onion, chop finely.   All right then.�

Winry opened her eyes, glancing
tiredly around her room. She heard an �Ow,
shit!� She wondered what was he doing in there?
She tried to move to sit up, but found herself to be positively out of energy,
and she slinked back into the blankets, closing her eyes again.

An hour later Roy
stared down at the now bowl of soup on the counter. �No food product is
going to get the best of me.� He cried, planting his hands on his hips
triumphantly. And it didn�t taste half bad.

The moment her door was pushed open,
Winry�s eyes popped open. Her brow creasing in both pain and confusion,
�What are you doing?� She whispered.

�Here, you should eat this.
I read this soup is supposed to make you feel better.� Roy
said softly, holding a tray of soup and a glass of water.

�Where did it come from?� She
asked looking at him tiredly.

Balancing the tray with one hand, Roy
gestured to himself with his thumb. �I made it.�

Winry blinked, �You did?�
She held the blankets around her tighter as she shivered. Even though she
was sick, she felt her heart tighten just a tiny bit. �You made it for
me?� Seeing him nod once and look away from her. Winry coughed a
little. �But I don�t want tire soup.�

Roy�s
lips pursed and he arched his brow at that crack at his food. He did tell
her that whatever he makes usually ends up tasting like old tires. So
yeah, he deserved that. �It doesn�t taste like tires, I promise.�
He walked closer to her beside as she moved to sit up and he placed the tray in
her lap. �I hope you realize that I don�t just do this for
everyone. In fact, I don�t do this at all.�

She gave him a tired smile, �So
you can be nice, I�m touched.� She really was and it was expressed the way her
whole face lit up. She couldn�t see it in the partial darkness but Roy�s
cheeks were tinted pink at her expression and kind words.

�Right,� He cleared his throat and
looked behind him at the open door, �I�ll be right out there if you need
anything.�

�You don�t have to stay here, I�ll
be fine. It�s not like I haven�t been sick before. I�m sure you
have more important things to do.� Winry said feeling strange at the fact that
he would really stay here for her. He even made her food; it was very
sweet if him to do this�she sighed staring down at the
tray in her lap.

�Nothing is more important
than seeing that you are well.� Roy
pointed to the soup, �Now no more talking, eat that.� He quickly turned and
left the room.

Winry scooped some of the chicken
and vegetable soup in the spoon and brought it to her lips, taking a very small
taste, testing it out. It was actually pretty good, he was right at least it
didn�t taste like tires. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw the main
light go off, only the dimmer lamp from the small living room was still on.

Getting comfortable on the
sofa, Roy stretched out his legs
and crossed his arms over his chest, the back of his head resting on the soft
arm cushion. Intending on getting a little rest himself, he heard Winry�s
bedroom door creak open. He looked in the direction of the noise, hearing
feet padding across the floor. Winry stood between her bedroom and the
living space with a blanket draped over her shoulders. �What are you
doing up? Get back in there.� Roy
gestured with a wave of his finger.

Staring at the floor, Winry
shifted back and forth on her feet nervously, in what she was about to do before
moving towards him, coming to stand right between the sofa and the coffee
table. He was looking up at her strangely. Taking a deep breath,
she said, �D�don�t think this�er�I don�t want to be
in there by myself. Would it be all right if�?� Her face was burning and
she didn�t know if it was from the fever or not. �Can I stay out
here�with you?� Her heart pounded hard and she felt dizzy. She would
definitely blame this behavior on her fever.

A light smile spread across Roy�s
face, how could he say no? Even if it was just her fever talking, he kind
of hoped it wasn�t. He gave her a short nod. �If that�s what you
want.� She hesitantly moved forward, and Roy
held his arms out as she moved to lay down pressing her body close to his and
she seemed to melt into him. One of his legs went in between hers and he
placed the blanket over the both of them after she finished squirming around
and getting comfortable. Winry rested her cheek against his chest and
closed her eyes, her arms going around him tightly.

Reaching up, Roy
turned off the lamp making the room completely dark, then
holding her to him. He pressed his lips to the top of her head and she
sighed contently when he started to run his fingers through her hair.

�Roy?�
She asked, sounding half asleep.

�Hmm?�

She sighed deeper, �I like it when
you�� Winry started to trail off and Roy
looked down at the top of her head and nudged her a little.

�What do you like?� She
liked something he did? He had to know more! Roy
lightly nudged her again. �Winry?�

�Oh�� She sighed again, �I like it
when�you do that.� She squeezed him tighter, sighing deeper.

�What? Do you like this?�
His rubbed her scalp with sure but gentle fingers and she made a little pleased
sound.

�Mm-hmm.
Just�just don�t tell him.� Winry barely said, so quiet and so light, �Don�t
tell� Roy that, that I like when he
does that.�

Roy
grinned pleased and kissed the top of her head. �Your secret is safe with
me.� And he trailed his fingers softly through her hair as he finally let
her sleep.

Was he actually starting to care
about this girl, it sure seemed so. He had never before done anything
like this in his life for another, not even a woman he was romancing.
Instead of rushing out because she was ill, he hadn�t thought about leaving her
at all. He just went right to taking care of her, making sure Winry was
as comfortable as possible. �What are you doing to me?� He asked
her silently in his head. Was this a good thing or a bad one? The
strange thing was, for the first time in his life, he really wanted to find
out.

======

Well that�s it for episode 9. Are things starting to
change for our two stubborn characters? Lets
hope so!

Until next time!

Thanks for reading,

Ryoko Blue
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