Dabbling in Drabbles of the FMA Varaity… 100 of them to be exact
By Suzi a.k.a. KatsyKat
17. Blood
Blood is essential to life. Without enough of it regularly pumped through our bodies we would die.
Each body is like a container for the life-sustaining liquid. The smaller the container, the less blood you could lose and survive.
Alex had seen gallons of the red liquid, erupted and spilling onto the sand or soaking into uniforms.
Despite his clapping comrades, Armstrong hurried to the paramedics. He knew it was no small wonder the boy in his arms had lost consciousness.
The boy had lost a staggering amount of blood for an adult, let alone a kid less two limbs.
[AN so here's a moment of concern for our good old Armstrong. In case it didn't click for you - this is set when he's retrieving Ed from his battle in the 5th laboratory.]
17. Blood II – BONUS :D
The moonlight made the oil he was rubbing into his finger joints look like blood. Ed frowned as an image of Lady MacBeth's infamous hand-scrubbing scene came to mind.
He didn't need cliff-notes from a fancy piece of English Literature to understand why he jumped to the idea of blood on his hands.
He knew he carried his fair share of guilt. He always had.
However he was unable, like so many others, to explain away his personal responsibility in the events that played out in his life that lead to the here and now.
It was his equivalent exchange.
[so… I didn't realize I already had this one done. So I accidentally wrote two. Unable to decide which I liked better I posted both.]