Whumptober 2020 Day 12: I Think I've Broken Something—Broken Down/Broken Bones/Broken Trust
Word Count: 815
Author: Katie/Ally (aquietwritingcorner/realitybreakgirl)
Rating: T
Characters: Riza Hawkeye, Roy Mustang
Summary: Riza takes a fall while on a mission, and no, she isn't alright.
Notes: Nothing like an old fashioned whump.

Broken

"Lieutenant?!"

Roy's voice came down at her from above, cutting through the sounds of falling rubble and creaking metal. It took her a moment to comprehend that, as well as to respond. She was too busy trying to breath instead. She could hear the panic in his voice, though, and she tried to give him some sort of sign until she could actually call back to him with words. Unfortunately, that sign came in the sign of a strangled sound of pain, something not likely to reassure him.

"Lieutenant?!"

He was panicked at that, and even though she was still trying to process what just happened, she know she needed to answer him. "I—I'm—I'm alive," she managed to call back up, although her voice was rough, strangled sounding, and not very loud. She was laying on… well, she wasn't really sure what it was. But it was hard and dug into her and it hurt. She tried to shift, to roll over a bit and pain shot up through her leg. She clenched her eyes and her hands grasped at her pants leg, gasping in pain and letting out another strangled noise.

"Lieutenant! What's wrong?"

She grit her teeth and waited for the pain to die down a bit before she responded. "I—my leg. It's broken." She managed to get out, her breath catching as she tried to talk.

"How badly?" he called back down.

A few choice phrases jumped to mind at that question, proof, to her, of just how much pain she was in. She restrained herself, though, and gave him a more useful reply. "…It hurts to move at all…"

She heard him curse, and she opened her eyes—when had she closed them?—looking up from where she laid. There was a large hole in the floor, as if a portion of it had just given way under her feet. She could see her team looking down at her with varying expressions of concern.

"Are you hurt anywhere else?"

His words drug her back to the present. "…dunno," she said. She tried to shift to see, only to let out another noise of pain as her broken leg protested the movement.

"Don't move!" he ordered her. "We're going to get you out of there!"

"Yes, sir," she managed to say. She wasn't planning on moving any more anyway. Instead she held still and listened to the sound of orders being given and her team moving around. Fuery was sent out to call for help, Havoc and Falman were to search for a way down to her, and Breda and Roy set about trying to figure out a way to get down to her.

Every so often someone would say something to her, either reassuring her, or trying to distract her. She did her best to respond, when she could. She wasn't sure when, exactly, she passed out, but she only became aware again when she heard the sounds of someone approaching her. She jerked awake, gun in hand only to let out a small cry of pain as she did.

"Don't move, Lieutenant, it's only me."

"Colonel…" she stopped trying to aim her gun, and instead let herself sag back down onto the ground.

He came up to her, kneeling at her side and grimacing as he looked her over. "You really did a number on yourself, Lieutenant."

"I try not to do things halfway, sir." Her voice was still weak, but she was still with it, at least.

He gave a snort, but it at least gave him a small smile. It quickly faded, though.

"How bad is it, sir?" she asked him.

"Your leg is definitely broken," he said. "And it looks like you've got a head wound too."

"Do I?" she murmured.

He nodded. Lightly running a hand over it and making her hiss a bit in pain.

"Sorry," he apologized. He frowned at her. "I wouldn't be surprised if you've got some broken ribs too. Your breathing is shallow.

She hummed a response, not feeling like talking.

His brow furrowed. "You don't look good, Hawkeye," he said. "We've got an ambulance on the way, and we're clearing a path to you."

"Good." Her voice was weak. "…I hurt."

"I know."

"I think it's worse than it looks." She was positive it was worse than it looked.

"Help is on the way."

"…I'm sorry…"

"You don't need to be." He reached out, squeezing her hand. "Don't worry. You won't be left alone. Someone will be with you."

She smiled, loving how he knew what she was afraid of before she even acknowledged it herself. "Thank you, sir."

He smiled at her. "No need to thank me, Lieutenant. You just hang on and heal up well. That's an order."

"Yes, sir. I will."

And she would—with her Colonel and her team right by her side.