Author's note: I do not own FMA or its characters. This is AU.
Consider Me a Widow
She was at work when she got the news. It didn't register at first. Riza just stood there, trying to comprehend what exactly had been said to her. The world went black as her mind finally wrapped around the statement. The world came back in focus as her CO gently set her in a chair, calling for a glass of water.
"Are you all right, Lieutenant?"
She nodded automatically. "Just a little lightheaded, sir. I haven't been feeling well lately."
She wasn't feeling well at all. Colonel Roy Mustang was now considered to be killed in action. Before, he had only been listed as missing in action. Apparently, after four weeks with no sign of him, the military was willing to give up on him. There was no body to bury, but there would a state funeral. As her CO fussed over her and rambled on about the details of the arrangements, Riza fought her persistent nausea. She doubted it would go away anytime soon even if her doctor's appointment was the morning of the funeral. She didn't think anything would ever be right again.
Theme: Dead End
