AN: Not much of a stretch between updating uh? First I'd like to thank everyone who reviewed (It helps me) and if anyone did, Alerts and Favs. So here we are...

P.S. I prefer using Hawkeye and Mustang other than Roy and...you know.

Chapter 3: Rebound?!

"Nani?! (What?!) Say that again!!"

Roy Mustang yawned as the head doctor's thundering cry shook him awake. He had fallen asleep near the phone earlier that night. He glanced around the corner and spotted the head doctor shouting at one of the nurses that had carried Hawkeye away in the stretcher the day before.

"What do you mean she won't make it if...?! URGH!" Mustang heard the anguished cry of the head doctor again. He stretched and got up and took a closer peek.

"I told you, Doctor! We don't have the sufficient supplies to treat her! We're a separated branch aren't we? And I said the new supplies will arrive only next week!" The nurse backed away slowly as she repeated this.

Mustang had had enough. He took a brisk walk towards them to ask what was going on. They spotted his approach and the nurse exclaimed," That was...the young man from yesterday that brought her in--Ah!!" she retreated towards a neighbouring door.

"What's all this, doctor?" Mustang questioned. He tapped his foot lightly against the hard wood floor while the doctor unjumbled his words.

The head doctor sighed, "We didn't think this would happen but...There's a necessary supply medicine we're out of. She won't make it if we don't have this herb. And the closest hospital is near the Amestrian border. Which is too far for anyone from this facility to travel to," His sad gaze met the colonel's surprised black/brown eyes. He waited, shifting a hand into his surgeon-coat pockets. A single flask fell out of the white coat, filled with a slightly violet-coloured liquid. The small bouncing sound of it, on the wooden floor, shook Mustang back to reality.

His dulled eyes changed back to shinning onyx eyes, which seemed to pierce through the darkness despite their dark colour. He bent down to pick up the small flask, which the doctor had not bothered to pick up, as it seemed to the colonel. His gaze moved to the slightly moist beige-coloured label.
Essence of--
Some Latin word he could not read.
He spoke, finally, his brisk voice cutting through the choking silence of the hall," What's this? And if no one is able to travel there, might I offer?"
He placed a hand on his heart swiftly and returned it to his coat pocket;his other still holding the flask of purple essence.

The doctor hesitated, looking at Mustang's sincere expression. It spoke of kindness and a somewhat sad but pleasant feeling.
"It's the essence of the herb we need. We don't want this responsibility to fall to you, since you were the one who brought her here and it is our job to treat her...but...We no longer have a choice."

He handed Mustang a card and a letter.

"Show this side to them. The other has the location of the larger facility. And if you show them that flask, they will know exactly how to treat her. Return her here so I can check on her. The letter is addressed to someone in that facility, so please don't forget to give it to them."

The Colonel nodded his thanks and pocketed the papers carefully after briefly studying them.

He smiled and made his way towards the room where Hawkeye was being kept.

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Hawkeye sighed. She was bored. Tired. She pushed her hair over to her back. The only occupation she had was gazing out the window, looking at the sandy landscape and the far away ruins of an old Ishbalan camp. SHe needed someone to talk to.
She thought of him, her colonel, who had brought her here, refused to give up, or let her be.
His hypnotic shimmering onyx eyes, who seemed to pierce through the darkess of times, and reflected everything he saw in them.
She stared at the sand dunes outside. They were, in fact, in the middle of an old Ishbalan settlement pretty much in the middle of no where. There was another small settlement around a kilometer away, which she could see through the window which the flat sandy landscape allowed her to.
The wind whistled outside and she watched sand fly onward. She thought of the others, Fuery, Havoc, Falman, still over there where the Homunculus and the Ishbalans were.
She felt frightened, anxious, and instinctively reached for her handgun at her waist, which was of course not there.
She sighed again, finally laying her head back onto her pillow, arms behind her head.
A knock on the door jerked her awake.

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AN: Short Chapter, I know. I'd like to thank RR Forever for noting about the lack of suspense and actually giving me this idea.
Yes. Fear not, my faithful reviewers. She will survive. Haha, I'm kidding.
I sort of attempted to do something sort of indirectly emotional...And I'm not sure how it turned out...
I'm not even sure about the "onyx" thing. Just saw that in some other Royai fic I read and got the idea.
Don't forget to review and tell me what you think,
Until next time,
Kazuki