Scars
Note: This is a short piece I wrote for Tumblr's Royai Week's prompt "Scars." Please enjoy and let me know what you think!
Disclaimer: I don't own Fullmetal Alchemist.
Riza watched as Ed helped Al to his shaky feet. It was strange to see the boy with a small, thin body instead of the massive armor he had been stuck in for all those years, but that meant it was over. The suffering, the fighting, the corrupt military, the destruction of Amestris...they didn't need to worry about that anymore.
"Riza?"
She jumped a little when she heard her first name come out of his mouth. It wasn't something she was used to, but it felt nice. She looked over at Roy, who stood right next to her with his eyes closed and a worried look on his face. Riza put a hand on his arm.
"Yes sir?"
"Is it over?" Roy asked. Riza smiled sadly as she watched his eyes twitch from being close. He had them shut tightly and she realized it was his way of blocking out the fact that he was blind. If his eyes were shut, then he could use that as the reason why everything around him was dark.
"Yes," Riza finally answered. She watched the Elric brothers walk towards the exit while Major Armstrong and a few Briggs and Amestris soldiers followed. "It is."
"Are you okay?" Roy asked as he moved his hand in the air, trying to find his way closer to her. He eventually found her waist and gently rested his hand on her.
"I'm fine," Riza assured him, but Roy only frowned.
"No you're not," he said. He carefully moved his right hand up her body before coming to a rest on her shoulder. Riza found it hard to hold back the shiver she felt from his gentle touch. "You lost a lot of blood."
"Yes, but the wound is sealed," she said. She wanted to shake off his hand-there were still a lot of people in the area-but she couldn't make herself move.
"That doesn't mean anything," Roy sighed roughly. His left hand found her other shoulder easily-he did know her inside and out, after all-and Riza waited for it to rest on her, but he kept going until his hand reached her cheek. "We need to get you to the hospital."
Riza shook her head, forgetting that he couldn't see. She ignored the drop of her stomach. "You need to be taken care of first."
"Riza..."
"Roy."
Roy sighed again and before Riza could object, he scooped her up in his arms carefully but with determination.
"We'll do it the hard way then," he said. "You'll have to lead the way."
Riza wanted to laugh. He was worried about her; she didn't need to see the look in his eyes to confirm it. And maybe he was right-she did need a doctor. At least this way, he could see one, too.
"We're on the other end of the roof, so just walk straight for now," Riza said. She wrapped her arms around his neck, hoping to keep some of the weight off his arms. She almost forgot that Bradley stuck his swords through both of Roy's hands. This time, she couldn't hold back the shiver.
"Are you cold?" Roy asked, holding her just a little bit closer as they slowly made their way to the stairs. "You did lose a lot of blood..."
"I'm fine, Roy," Riza smiled. She rested her head on his shoulder. At least their closeness wouldn't be questioned with the amount of blood that covered her shirt.
"Is-was the cut deep?" Roy asked after a few seconds of silence. He wanted to hear Riza's voice even if he knew where she was. It made him feel confident that she would be okay.
"It felt deep, yes," she answered truthfully. "I'll probably have a scar from it."
Roy quickly kissed the top of her head; Riza almost didn't feel it, but relished in his touch anyway.
"I'll take the scar if that's the worst of what happened."
Riza smiled and leaned her head underneath his chin.
"Me too."