Second chapter! Hurray! I hope you like it.
Discalimer: I do not own FMA yata yata yata
Waiting was the worst part. Sarah sat with her hand on her rifle behind a large bolder with two teenagers beside her. She was the youngest girl in the military. At 14 she had gotten a licence to carry a gun and at 16 she had been recruited to participate in the War in Ishbal.
She was all up for it, creating peace between Ishbal and the rest of the world, until she found out what they were really doing. And she didn't plan on killing her two best friends.
She sighed and leaned farther down the stone. She pulled her hand out of her glove and scratched her forehead. "Life sucks," she whispered. She curled up into a ball and put her head between her legs. She handed her gun off to Jazar and started to drift off to sleep.
She awoke to the sound of screaming.
She kicked into autopilot and wiped out her pistol. She spun around, trying to find the other two. Gema was curled up in a ball, holding her right arm and crying in a pool of her own blood. Sarah ran over to her and tried to get her to stop crying long enough to tell her what happened.
"Jazar...Over there," she whispered, sobbing in between words.
Sarah ripped her shirt and wrapped the piece of cloth around Gema's arm to stop the bleeding. She turned in the direction Gema had pointed. She ran to Jazar's aid when she heard gunshots.
The boy was standing in a clearing, wide open, with multiple wounds that were bleeding badly, firing a gun at a soldier who had cover.
"Idiot," she whispered as she ran and knocked the bleeding boy to the ground, firing back at the soldier. Sarah couldn't see the soldier's face so she had no idea who she was up against.
She kept firing as she dragged the injured blond around the side of a building. She looked at the boy she had always been in denial about loving. She felt the sudden urge to slap him. So she did.
"You idiot! You complete imbecile! Why didn't you wake me up! You and your sister could be dying, you ungrateful..." she stopped. "Gema!" She ran back to her bleeding friend and picked her up. She carried her back to where Jazar was hiding and put her down.
She used the rest of the shirt she had ripped to make a tourniquet. She wrapped it around Jazar's multiple wounds and lay down. She knew they wouldn't last long without medical help. She had to get them to the Rockbells. She had heard they would treat anyone. She sighed and picked Gema up again. She shook Jazar awake.
"Can you stand?" she asked. He nodded and she helped him up as best she could with a body in her arms. She helped them to the small hospital. Jazar opened the door and walked in. Sarah carried Gema to a bed and lay her down. She turned to Jazar who was staring at his hurt sister.
"You should lay down too. I'll go get the doctor." She left the room and went to the office. She knocked and opened the door.
"Hello?" she asked. A kindly looking woman peered up from her desk and smiled. "Do you need some help?" Sarah nodded. "My friends a hurt. They need help, like, now!" The lady stood up and rushed to the other room. She gasped and set right to work. "You were right to bring them to us. A couple more hours and they wouldn't have made it."
Sarah looked at her two best friends. She never wanted this to happen to them. She had promised to protect them.
She gazed at the doctor and bit her lip.
"Is...is there anything I can do to help?" she said, barley a whisper. Surprisingly, the lady heard it. She turned around and smiled at Sarah. "Yes. You could go grab me things when I need them. Could you get me some morphine?"
Sarah nodded. The doctor smiled. "It's over there, in a blue bottle," she said, pointing to a cupboard on the other side of the room. Sarah ran across the room and brought it back to her.
"Here you are, Doctor Rockbell," Sarah said, handing the bottle to her. She smiled again. "You can call me Sara." She turned back to her work. Sarah smiled.
"That's my name, too." Sarah sat down beside Sara and looked at the work she was doing. Sara giggled. "Oh really? How nice."
There was a long pause as Sara worked on Jazar. Sarah just watched the doctor's hands move. They were extremely graceful. She gazed as she weaved the thread in and out of Jazar's skin. She grimaced. She was fine with gore and blood, but when it can to needles...
"That doesn't...hurt him...right?" she asked, a little cautiously. Sara giggled again. She had a nice laugh. It seemed to vibrate off the walls. "No. The morphine makes sure he can't feel a thing." She finished speaking just as the door opened.
"Have a patient, I see," a voice said from the doorway. Sarah spun around in her chair. Her hand automatically went to her holster. Sara's laugh chimed through the room again. "It's okay, Sarah. This is my husband," she said, without looking up.
Sarah's hand left her gun and she held it out in front to her. "Sorry about that. Reflex," she said, nervously. The man chuckled. "And a good one, too. You can never be to careful out here." He took her hand.
"I'm Urey. And, apparently, you're Sarah. Nice to meet you." His smile was true. Sarah didn't trust him as of yet, but then again, she barley trusted anyone.
"Done!" Sara stood up and wiped her hands on her gown. "They should wake up in a couple of hours. But they should stay here over night." Sarah nodded and sat down beside the two. She felt a hand on her shoulder. She looked up to see Urey, eyebrows crossed in concern.
"How old are you?" he asked. "You barley look old enough to be out of school. What are you doing here. And in the uniform." Sarah shrugged his hand off. "I'm 16," was all she said.
Sara walked up beside her husband. "If you're here to fight in the war, you should probably get out there. You don't want to know what they might do to you if they find out you've been skipping out on your duty." She half helped, half carried Sarah out of the chair and into the hall.
Sara gave her a little push. "Go do your job. Don't worry. We'll take care of them." Sarah smiled and opened the door. She walked outside and regretted it intently.
There was half the army outside the door.
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Roy looked up as the door to the building closed behind the figure of a girl. He looked at her and his eyes widened. In three seconds he was beside her. He pulled her to the ground as fifty armed solders fired at her.
He lay on the hot sand, his sister clutched in his arms. He swerved into standing position. He pulled her up and dragged her to the tent he had been sitting in before she had come out of the hospital.
He pushed her down into a chair. His eyes like daggers. "What were you doing in there?" he hissed. A plain look of shock was plastered on her face. He shook her. "Sarah!"
She slowly looked up at him. "Yes Roy?" she breathed. If he hadn't been an inch away from her, Roy probably wouldn't have heard her.
Roy was about to repeat himself when Sarah finally came to her senses. Ignoring her brother, she jumped up from her chair ran to the front of the hospital. She was about to yank the door open when Roy caught her arm.
"Sarah? What are you doing?" She ignored him still. She was screaming at the door. "Sara! Get out of there!" Roy was wondering if his sister had gone mad. He struggled to try and get her away from the door.
Sarah glared at him. "I'm sorry. You can get me back later." Roy didn't have time to wonder what the hell she was talking about, because it hit him. Or, she did.
She had kicked him rather hard in the crotch. He let her go and she bolted for the door. She ran inside and a few seconds later there was a blue light that came from the cracks between the door and it's frame.
Roy blinked. Alchemy? But Sarah wasn't very good at Alchemy yet. She was getting better but she wasn't that good yet.
He ran to the door and tried to open it. It was sealed.
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