Riza caught her love in her arms before he could collide with the ground. Gently she laid him down as she looked at the ghastly sight before her.
It was over.
Bradley was gone.
Only a puddle of red water stood where he had once been.
She heard sirens in the distance. As she rolled Roy over to access his injuries, she realized that they were getting closer. They were fire engines, heading to extinguish the already reduced to smoldering rubble Falman house. Following behind them was a customary ambulance.
Riza was glad to know medical help was on the way, when she was the bloody gashes on both of Mustang's sides, the slice through his shoulder, and the tear in his cheek. He had been hurt badly. She had almost failed him. He had almost died.
The cab driver ran up to Riza shouting something that she couldn't make out. When he came closer, he shouted again.
"What happened here?"
Choosing not to divulge too much information, she just pointed towards the house while cradling Roy's head in her other hand. "Fire!"
"I see that. What happened to him?"
"Never you mind," she sighed. "Just get the medics over here. He needs help.
The paramedics loaded Roy onto a stretcher and into an ambulance. No questions were asked about how Roy came to be in his current condition. No one asked what two soldiers were doing at the old Falman house, one badly wounded.
Riza was thankful for apathetic attitudes toward the whole situation. Besides, they were supposed to be helping Roy, not asking questions.
Immediately the medics began to stabilize Roy's condition as the ambulance pulled away from the house and towards the hospital.
With any luck, it would be at least an hour before the Fürhür was discovered to be missing and dead. Hopefully it would be at least two before anyone figured out that Roy was the one who had killed him.
Riza took Roy's limp hand in hers, and stroked it, trying to comfort Roy, as well as herself.