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Alphonse smiled, relieved he had recovered from that quickly enough it seemed. He got some in the spoon, a gracious amount of meat and potatoes. He gently blew on it for a moment to cool it down. “Now say ah~” He instructed. It was almost enough to earn a chuckle from the young Elric. The way he talked it sounded like he was about to feed a kid.

Al was going to come back and check on him but he figured that letting Ed sleep would be best for now, only coming back to the room with a bowl of stew when it was done. He set it on the nightstand, moving a chair to the bedside then gently placing a hand on Edwards shoulder.  “Brother, dinner is ready.”

“Good. You could use the rest.” Al’s smile softened, making sure Ed was comfortable before he made his way to the kitchen. He’d kept vegetables and meat for just the occasion when he finally brought Ed home. He got out all the needed ingredients and began to cook, his mind wandering a bit. He hoped Ed would be okay soon enough.

“I still think there are better brothers out there than me, like you for starters.” Al replied with a light sheepish blush. He kept an arm around Ed still as he led him to the bedroom, using his other hand to lower the covers then helped him into bed. “Alright, I’m gonna get started on the food so I’ll be right back okay?”

“How about I get you to the bedroom and when the stew is simmering I come sit with you? It shouldn’t take long to get things ready. I’ll even be nice enough to feed you in bed.” That in itself was a rarity for Alphonse since he knew Ed would probably make a mess. But then again Alphonse would be feeding him so he’d insure that wouldn’t happen. He kept an arm around Ed to insure he didn’t fall.

“Oh, come on. I’m not that great.” Alphonse blushed, the praise appreciated. Though he was always the modest type, the exact opposite of Edward at times. Now that Ed was dressed and clean it was time to get cooking. “Do you want to lay down while I cook? Or be in the kitchen while I do?” He figured Edward would be tired given all he had been through.

“Was that supposed to hurt?”

All that could be heard from the young alchemist’s room was a faint whine and a shifting of covers. He hadn’t been feeling too well today and as such the blond had yet to even get out of bed. Nausea was looming and his stomach lurched despite his efforts to ignore the annoying feeling.