More than a cold chapter 8

Winry's POV
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Staring at Ed's bed, I realized that this was going to be an akward night. I kept reminding myself that Ed hadn't slept on the sheets, but just the mattress. I could feel the fierce blush crawling up my face as I wondered if he slept in boxers like he always did when he would stay with us at Resembol. I pulled the covers back and settled into bed. I sighed as every little ache deepened and dissappeared. His bed was very comfortable; just as Al had told me. I thought it was going to be hard to fall asleep while waiting on tomorrow to come. Suprisingly, I could already feel the tug of unconciousness on me. As I started to drift off, I couldn't help but think again how comfortable the bed was.
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Al's POV
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"I TOLD you we were way too early." Winry whispered angrily to Mustang. "It's not MY fault that two over-anxious teenagers showed up MY doorstep an hour early.." Mustang angrily whispered back. "What do YOU mean TEENAGERS?" As the two argued, I sigh and remebered this hetic morning. Rushing and eager to arrive, we had left too early and arrived at the hospital a half an hour early. Usually, they would make an exception. But since brother wasn't awake and visiting hours hadn't offically started, we had to wait for one or the other to happen. We all had a silent hope flitting around that it was the latter. I imagined that all the people in the waiting room had a similar hope. "Uh, YOU said that YOU had been waiting for US." Well, so? We didn't have to leave that VERY minute." "Guys?" I intervened quietly. "WHAT?" They said harshly, snapping thier heads towards me. "People are starting to stare. They looked around, suprised, to notice that every eye was either locked on them, or occasionly glancing over. "Oh...um, sorry, Al." Winry blushed. "It's okay." I said. After all, it IS emarassing to have half a roomful of strangers listening in on you. A doctor came through the double doors, causing everyone to look up hopefully. "Peterson?" Everyone in the waiting room seemed to let out their breath at the same time, including the three of us, except a young couple in the corner. As the couple were escorted through the double doors, I checked the clock again. "Ugh!" I groaned. "What's wrong, Al?" Winry asked. "It's only been ten minutes." I said as I slumped down in the chair. "You could do something productive." Mustang suggested. "Like what?" I shot back. "Read a book...or something." Mustang shrugged. "How am I supposed to know? I'm sitting here just like you." I yawned and thought of how little sleep I got last night. I had definately gotten very little it had seemed; even though my bed was very comfortable. I had just been too anxious. "Mayble I'll catch a quick nap." I said, stifling another yawn. "Sure. Go nuts." Mustang fakely enthused. I settled into a more comfortable position and shut my eyes. I couldn't help but have my last concious thought be another worry for my brother.