Three.

Rapture The Taste.

Characters Included: Edward & Winry.

Her blood stained fingers clenched angrily around the hole in her stomach. Her free hand clung to the wall, smearing blood across its white canvas. Her legs were becoming weaker and she wasn't sure if she could hold herself up anymore. The blood poured from her wound and she could feel it surface to her throat, beginning to fountain from her mouth. She gasped loudly and forced herself to walk to the hospital bed, her gait a wobble. She needed to get to him after all. Winry was dying, there was no stopping that. But perhaps she could save one whom she held closely in her heart. She made it to the bed, but wasn't able to collapse on to it. She fell to her knees, the floor beneath them cold, almost a painful sort of cold. Winry winced from pain, blood spilling onto the perfect white sheet of the bed. Her eyes, tired and heavy, looked up to the sleeping form. She brought a bloodied hand to his arm, tracing it carefully, leaving a thin red line. Tears welled in her heavy eyes, falling gently down her cheeks, dotting the already blood tainted sheet. All she wanted were for those golden eyes to flicker open, to show her some sign of life. She wanted to feel loved and needed, important, like she had actually meant something in this life. Edward's, the one sleeping, head turned slightly to Winry. His beautiful eyes opened, giving life to the room. Winry's mouth twitched into a small smile, elated that he had woken. Winry sucked in air painfully and gave her last breath, giving life to his own.

End.