I don't own them… #27- Dependency
Just like a newborn child depends on its mother to care for it, Roy Mustang felt he could depend on his 1rst Lieutenant to take care of him. But he never thought about who she could depend on to take care of her.
"Colonel, don't worry about me; I can take care of myself." She said as she walked out the door that darkening evening. He got a call about two hours later and rushed himself to the hospital.
"I thought you could-" He burst in the door of her hospital room and discovered the doctor pulling the sheet over her face. His entire being felt as if someone had smashed him into the ground and then run him over with one of the military transport trucks.
"I'm sorry… she couldn't wait any longer." The doctor said. He reached to the table behind him and pulled a package out. "I do believe you'll take care of these?"
"Yes. I'll take them." He said as he took the bulging paper bag. He didn't have to open it; he knew it held her bloody uniform and dog tag.
He went to his office instead of going home, and he set the package on her forever-empty desk, hoping she would magically come back to life.
"But she can't come back… she's gone…" He cried into the stale office air, his tears finally overcoming him. He hadn't been there to take care of her and he lost her; now he was alone.