Word Count: 1,143
Disclaimer: Not mine, blah blah, no money
Summary: In which Roy could have died and Ed was very angry with him.
Notes: Clearly this fullservicefma contest thing is not working, as I keep being bitten by these damn Roy/Ed bunnies. AU-ish in the vague future, with some unidentifiable war going on.
“I’m going to sleep,” Ed says irritably. “They were picking shrapnel out of my back for half the night.”