Grace

"Major Hawkeye is still in surgery," the doctor said calmly. "The shrapnel is easy to remove, and there isn't any internal damage besides a few broken bones. No concussion, no damaged internal organs. There's slight bruising, but nothing that can't be fixed with a few weeks of rest."

"... and?"

The doctor blinked. "Oh. Right. Captain Havoc... well, to be frank, I'm afraid he rather caught the short end of the stick. Broken jaw, bad burns along his right side, shrapnel embedded in the right side, some of it in tricky spots... looks like the poor man was smack inside the immediate blast radius. Lucky for him, though, one of the dead men acted as a sort of poor-man's shield, keeping him from the absolute worst. God's saving grace, that."

Mustang grunted in annoyance at the last comment. "Does Intelligence have any clue as to what occurred?"

The doctor shrugged. "Damned if I knew. I'm just in Medical."