I woke up feeling nauseous, my head was pounding and my stomach was twisted in knots. I groaned and moved over, laying on my side I met the cool ground. It felt really nice against my burning face and I realised faintly that I had a fever. My throat was scratchy and every breath I took threatened to send me into a cough. I opened my eyes blurrily and blinked a couple times before I could see anything. I sat up and winced at how the pounding in my head got worse. I couldn't remember anything, my head was abuzz making it impossible to think. I got up and stumbled. I was in a alleyway, I didn't recognise it, not that I would, since I never really spent any time in alleyways before. I walked forward leaning heavily on the brick wall next to me. My feet dragged a little and I could barely take a step. The pain in my head got so unbearable that my vision dimmed and I realised I was going into a faint. I grabbed hold and hung on to consciousness teetering in and out of darkness, I stumbled and this time I fell to my knees. I was a few feet away from the entrance of the alleyway and I could see it was daylight and people were walking by unknowing. I didn't have the strength to stand so the only I could move was to crawl. I crawled towards the opening and called for help. The first person to see me stumbled back in panic. I didn't understand why. I reached out for someone to help me. Suddenly people got pushed out to the sides and people in dark blue coats walked forward. I was confused, I didn't understand what was going on. I only knew that I was in a lot of pain and that I was slipping out of consciousness. Someone walked closer and kneeled down in front of me. The last thing I saw was dark hair and eyes before croaked out one last 'help' and everything turned black.
Switch Pov
Roy looked down in front of him. The girl was obviously foreign, she had scraggly blonde hair(and the not blonde like fullmetals but like corn silk, pale blonde) and was covered in dirt.
She was a mess. Everything she wore was torn and she only had one shoe on. He didn't recognise the material of her clothes and the features of her face was petite and doll-like. Overall she looked like a rape victim. He sighed, this was not a case he wanted to take care of. Dealing with an emotional girl was certainly not easy and having to deal with a traumatic one was even worse. Luckily for him he had Hawkeye. The only thing that still bothered him was her couldn't quite place it. When she spoke it was something he had never heard before. It was not a common language from one of the surrounding countries (he could recognise those) and he couldn't place her accent either.
Still looking down at the young girl he noticed how flushed she looked and that she had goosebumps. Reaching down and feeling her forehead he sighed. Se had a fever, a high one at that. He called the medics over and watched as they carried her on a stretcher, into an ambulance. He heard someone approached him and turned to see Hawkeye.
" What do you think sir?"
He glanced at her and turned back to see the ambulance disappear down the street.
" I think this is going to be a very troublesome case."
This is just an idea I'm entertaining at the moment. If people like it then I will write more
until then ja ne~
