This was written for the "comfort" prompt of the FMA fic contest community on LJ. It's actually the extended version and I meant to post it sooner, but life got in the way. And yes, I've seen the spoilers for chapter 105.
The large black and white dog whined and barked, trying to warn his two humans of the coming danger, but it was useless. Den stopped barking and stood, frozen, as he watched them fall.
He went to Pinako first as she was closer to him. He sniffed her and whimpered, sensing no life within the elderly woman.
He looked at the young blonde stretched out on the floor. He starred at her for what seemed like forever, afraid to confirm what he knew was true.
Winry had saved him when he was a pup. It was during a trip into town with her mother and father when she had seen him get hit by a car. Winry had rushed into the street, ignoring her mom and dad's cries to stop. She herself was almost hit, being not used to the busy streets. She had knelt down and lifted him into her arms, cradling him to her chest.
She burst into tears when she heard his cries after she touched his bloody leg. "I'm sorry," she cried as she tried to adjust her hold on the puppy so as not to touch his severely injured leg. "I'll take you home, then mommy, daddy, and granny, can make you all better!"
"Winry," she heard her mother say, "I don't think we can help him." As if to prove her words, the pup gave a shuddering breath.
Winry's eyes widened as she hugged the pup tighter, burying her face in the little bundle of blood soaked fur.
"Please don't leave puppy, please hold on!"
"Winry," her father said, as he tried to take the pup away from her.
"No! We have to save him!" she cried.
So they took him home and the doctors worked their magic, saving him. When he was healed they gave him a new leg made of automail. Winry had insisted.
He nudged her hand, whining for that comforting touch. She didn't move, didn't pet him gently like she always would, and didn't comfort him when he whimpered this time. He knew she never would again, but he kept trying anyway. He nudged her harder, and tugged gently at her sleeve.
Den's whimpers increased as he lay down beside her, licking her face, willing her to awaken. She never stirred.
Den lifted his head upwards and released a mournful howl, his cries of sorrow stretched for miles, yet none would hear.
He rested his head on her shoulder; he'd wait here with her forever, just waiting for that comfort that would surely never come.
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