The slam of the door hitting the wall roused Roy from his silent and dark state. His hand still clutched Riza's, gently but desperately pleading through touch for her to awaken. Glancing up at the frame, Roy saw her.
Long café au lait locks tied up firmly in a low ponytail, navy uniform pristine and orderly, Rebecca Catalina's appearance did not match her expression or emotions. Her teeth were grit and bared for all to see, eyes crazed with fury, no one expected what she did next.
"This is all YOUR FAULT!" she roared, lunging at Roy. "If it weren't for you, she wouldn't be here! YOU'RE the one who should be in that bed, not her!"
She hit and scratched him, tore at his bloody uniform and made fresh crimson drops drip onto the fabric, all the while allowing tears to stream down her cheeks. Roy said nothing, did nothing, knowing that if he did do something, it would probably be to cry along with her.
"WHY AREN'T YOU FIGHTING BACK?!" she shrieked, losing all the fight left in her as doctors came rushing in to quell her.
"Miss Catalina, you need to calm down!" one of the doctors exclaimed.
The ringlets in her ponytail were now frizzed and wild, her uniform wrinkled and undone, Rebecca looked more like a feral cat than a military officer. Roy looked like a cat had attacked him, too. His face had long, thin scratches from her pointed nails, the uniform on his torso shredded and oozing blood. But no matter how much pain he must have felt, he still did nothing. He waited for the time to pass, the bleeding to stop, and the pain to disperse, like a flame anxiously awaits the cooling brush of the wind, feeding it to make it grow.
Roy dazedly placed a hand on his cheek when he saw the doctors looking worriedly at his face. When pulled away from his face, he couldn't focus on the smears of crimson liquid splayed on his hand. His onyx eyes saw right through it, past the red, past skin, past bone, and straight to the floor, ashamed.
Ashamed of how Riza got hurt, of the pain she must feel- or lack thereof. Ashamed of the lack of pain he himself had, lack of ability to do something, anything. Ashamed of the emotional pain Rebecca must feel, what the whole team must feel. Ashamed of everything.
His eyes never left the floor, not when the nurses treated his face, not when the team rushed in, hearing of the incident with Rebecca, not even when one of the doctors updated him on Riza's condition.
The bullet clipped the upper portion of her lung and lower tip of her heart, along with the vagus nerve. You may not know, but the vagus nerve is the widest distributed cranial nerve in the body, traveling down from the neck to the abdomen, controlling taste, muscle and gland control, cutaneous sensibility, the ability to swallow, and visceral sensibility as well. This is concerning. If Miss Hawkeye lives, she will no longer be able to feel the inner organs in her abdomen, mainly her intestines. Luckily because the nerve was only skimmed, that would be the only function affected, we hope. Her lung patched up well enough, but so much blood leaked in, we don't know if it can recover, though her clipped heart would only need regular check ups to assure it's functioning properly…
By then Roy had stopped listening. She would no longer be able to feel the inner workings of her abdomen? If she lives? There could possibly be something wrong with how her heart works? Her lungs could have too much blood in it to function? Roy was starting to feel like he was going to be sick.
Though her survival rate is only about 25%...
"T-twenty-five percent?" he cried, calculating the probability that she would die. Seventy-five percent. There was a seventy-five percent chance that Riza would die.
Roy Mustang then realized, Riza Hawkeye would most likely…
Die.