It's been almost two months since the first day of Ed's surgeries. Fifty-five days, actually, but hey, who was counting?

Besides Winry, Riza and Alfons, that is. Ed would've been, Winry was sure, but he'd been delirious through most of them, so he could hardly judge. Although he'd certainly been annoying about counting the last week or so since he woke up and switched from morphine to codeine.

And he was rather being a bit of a pest now, as she examined the flesh around the port on his leg carefully.

"Quiet, Ed. For heaven's sakes, I'm almost done. The more you bitch, the more tempted I am to let you stay in bed awhile longer."