((A/N: xxdarknessxxfallsxx, you got me to update less than six months from my last update… good for you! And you actually like the Kimblee family thing? Awesome.))
When night came, and the cold settled in, Kimblee predictably became more miserable. In an action that shocked Scar, both because of its violence and his own surprise that Kimblee was still capable of such movement, Kimblee sat up and threw the blanket off himself. He had nearly stood up when Scar grabbed him around the waist and pulled him back down onto the pallet. It was a very one sided struggle, although made challenging by the fact that Scar wasn't entirely sure if he was holding onto much of anything, between he layers of his own tunic and Kimblee's sand damaged uniform, the alchemist's body was next to nothing. Scar had to be careful not to hold on too tight, the image of a dried sapling shattering in his hands once floating unsettlingly to mind.
When he got Kimblee back onto the pallet, he gently applied pressure to his chest to keep him down, and was startled when he felt a bit of give and Kimblee began coughing. He quickly removed his hand and Kimblee struggled for a moment before going still, his ragged (more ragged now?) breathing marking the spark of life still present. Scar felt a bit sick, and carefully pushed up the rapidly discoloring undershirt, horrified to find a purple bruise spreading over Kimblee's chest. The alchemist was silently regarding him, and it took Scar a moment to remember that the Alchemist was blind.
"You're probably dying." He said gruffly, and Kimblee laughed at him, a thin spray of blood on his mouth.
"Wishful thinking, Ishballan." He murmured. "Its just the breastbone… it heals." He said softly, touching his own bruise with a wince. "Even children survive injuries like that every day." He said, tracing the outline of the bruising thoughtfully. Scar raised an eyebrow, wondering what child had taught Kimblee that lesson. He was quiet for a long time, watching Kimblee's bored exploration.
"His name was Andrew…" Kimblee muttered, and Scar turned his full attentions back to the smirking face.
