Disclaimer: As I have said twelve times with this story, I do not own FMA. Sad, I know.

A/N: Hi, here comes the chapter 12, it's mainly focused on Hawkeye and it's not so long, but…enjoy.

Chapter twelve: Promise

Havoc had almost fallen asleep in his chair, his head down and his eyelids struggling to stay up. A night without any sleep, except for ten minutes and fearing for someone's life had that kind of effect. That's why he jumped in his chair at hearing a voice. Hawkeye was coughing loudly.

Havoc opened his baby blue eyes wholly and looked worriedly at her. Hawkeye's whole body was shaking and she looked like she was suffocating. Havoc hurriedly moved up from his chair and sat on her bed. He carefully lifted the Lieutenant's body so that she was half-sitting. Her amber eyes were opened and she gasped for air. She slowly calmed down and her hand squeezed his arm tightly, still shaking. Havoc draw soothing circles on her back with his other hand.

"Are you ok?"

He immediately felt stupid for asking that. When someone is having deathly injuries, then she usually isn't "Ok".

"I…where are we?"

"In the hospital. Doctor Smith drove us here. They did you a surgery."

"Yes…of course."

Her eyes were foggy and she felt weak. The room was spinning round and round… She found it difficult and she had to admit, painful to breathe. She had to take really deep breaths to get enough air. She blinked her eyes to make her vision clear up. She looked quickly around them and felt a different kind of pain in her chest.

"Havoc…where?"

He didn't have to ask what she meant. The tone of her voice, the scared look in her eyes told him everything.

"He left to meet someone who maybe could help you."

"Oh…when?"

"Maybe two hours ago. How are you feeling? Are you hurting?"

"I…Jean…I think this is…serious."

Her eyes were asking for him to tell what she already knew.

"You…the doctor said it is."

She bit her lower lip and hesitantly asked the question, her amber eyes filled with realization and a hint of sorrow. Havoc was afraid of what she was going to ask.

"How long?"

Havoc hoped he could just stay quiet. He knew he couldn't. It wouldn't be fair to lie.

"He said that anything from one week to one day goes. Maybe few days more if your lungs…"

"Oh."

She let out a small confused laugh. That made her feel throbbing pain in her stomach. She bit her lip.

"Are you hurting?"

"Not much."

Havoc raised his eyebrow at her. He knew she didn't want to show how weak she was feeling.

"May I?"

Havoc lifted her hospital gown just a little bit, so that he could see the sewed wound. It looked red and the skin around it was dark shaded. He let go and looked at her pained eyes.

"Just hold on a little bit longer. I am sure he can help you. He won't just let you die."

Something flashed in her eyes, an emotion he couldn't recognize and she nodded.

"Of course he won't. He isn't like that."

She closed her eyes for awhile, just focusing on breathing.

"Havoc, can I…ask you a favor?"

"Yes."

"If I don't sur…"

"You will."

He said it with a desperate tone. She continued like she hadn't heard anything.

"Jean, if I won't survive, please, make sure that…the colonel won't… do anything stupid."

She opened her eyes and for a moment he saw the same fire in them that she used to have always burning. A fire, a will to do anything for him. He slowly nodded.

"I promise. But I except that I never have to do that."

She gave him a sad smile that almost broke his heart. Then she started coughing again. Her hands squeezed the blanket that covered her feet. Her face changed its color, into a white with pink on her cheeks. Her body twisted and as she continued coughing a small amount of blood came out of her mouth. Havoc looked at her horrified. He was about to raise and go to find a nurse. He stopped when Hawkeye grabbed his hand. He looked down at her and saw her amber eyes were shining with tears of pain.

"Jean…stay."

He sat down and held her hand until she stopped coughing. Then her eyes were closed and her body still. If Havoc hadn't seen her chest going up and down, heard her uneasy breathing, then he would have thought she was dead.

"So will you give the circles to me?"

"Of course."

Roy looked at the papers Hope had given her and wrinkled his nose. The circles were full of details; they would take some time to draw. And time was exactly what they didn't have. He thanked Hope and was about to leave when the blonde opened her mouth.

"Mustang…good luck. I hope she will be ok. If something happens, don't hesitate to call me."

"Thank you, Mrs. Clearwater. Good bye."

"Bye."

He ran down the stairs and out of the small shop. Then he hurried to the doctor's car, squeezing the drawings tightly in his hand.

A/N: This chapter was too short…sorry. I just wanted to get it published so that I could focus better in the upcoming hospital-scene and I didn't see it fitting to continue straight from this, thought I planned it to happen before starting to write this chap. Yeah…I try to update soon. Have a nice weekend everyone.