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"RIZA!"

Roy's heart would've stopped dead in its tracks if it were walking. Instead though, it did the opposite and thumped hard against his rib cage. He scrambled across the floor to his fallen subordinate to halt at her side. He hovered over her form, watching her clench her jaw and bite her bottom lip in pain. His adrenaline pumped higher than ever before as he quickly looped his arms around her to pick her up. He bolted out the doors, snapping his fingers wildly. The small explosions behind him weren't heard in his own ears. It was like all his senses had shut off, blinding and deafening him to everything, only the instinct was left to guild him. All he knew was the urgency in getting away, getting Riza to a safe place where he could care for her wounds.

While Roy ran blindly from hall to hall, Riza was left in her arms. She felt like her side and shoulder were being torn apart, the burning sensation in her body was like nothing she had ever faced. She'd been shot before, maybe hit by a ricochet, but this was by far the worst. She had felt herself being lifted and could now feel the thump of her partner's every step. Not daring to know where the were headed, she kept her eyes shut tightly, waiting to be taken to safety or for the homunculus to end their plans.

It seemed like an eternity before the running man burst through a pair of large doors. In a swift moment, he sealed the doors shut using alchemy and took to the farthest, darkest corner on the room. He put his back on the wall, panting as he slid down it. He looked around to see rows of book shelves in the dim light. Looking around a corner, he saw the slash marks in the ground and the sprinkles of blood that Riza had left behind. They were in the library. It was big enough to take cover in and the welded doors helped their safety somewhat.

Eyes darting downward at the tug on his shirt, Roy's breath hitched. Riza lay in his arms, clinging to his shirt. Her blood dripped to the floor, staining the carpet. Her eyes remained tightly shut and one hand was clasped to her shoulder, what seemed to be the more painful wound. He noticed the fact that the both of them had been drenched in the blood that had pooled on the floor in the mess hall as well as Riza's which was still flowing.

"Damnit." he mumbled, moving her onto the floor.

She groaned when her side was placed down. Her blood dripped onto the carpet still. She could hear the ruffle of moving clothing, but when she felt fabric placed lightly against her side wound, she had to crack her eyes open. Above her hovered a shirtless Colonel (D everyone love me.)

"I'm going to try to stop the bleeding. This is probably gonna hurt so brace yourself." he told her, place one hand on the floor before adding pressure to her wound. The second he did so, she let out a moan of pain and her hands tensed greatly. Her fingernails dug into her own skin and a small bit of blood slipped out. Roy noticed this and took her hand. "You don't need to bleed any more than you already are." he scolded.

"Its not my fault you don't know your own strength." she mumbled.

"I'm barely touching you!" he huffed. "I can't help with this on you." Taking his hands away for a second, he removed her jacket. Pushing down again he watched her wince.

"Damnit, this kills." she growled, her hand clasping around his tightly.

"I imagine so." he said, loosened his grip slightly. After a moment he sighed. "Take off your shirt."

"What?" she coughed on her own breath at that and her eyes shot open to stare shocked at him. "Excuse me?"

"Take of your shirt." he repeated. She could only imagine how many times he'd said that to a woman before. "I can't dress the wound properly with it on." he told her.

That explains that then. she thought, sighing as she tried to remove her shirt painlessly with one hand. She was having a difficult time until a gloved hand pulled it away. He could've smiled widely at her bare back and her black bra but he'd only let himself smirk. She lay back, turning on her good side to let him work, leaving her back to him. Roy went back to adding pressure to the ugly wound. He was tense, warily glancing the shadows in the other corners and the tops of the book shelves.

They sat in silence for a long while, Riza could've fallen asleep if not for the fact of her pain and her shirtless commanding officer over her own shirtless body. It seemed like hours passed them, yet only minutes. When Roy let his hands off the wound, she heard him curse at her side. Looking over her shoulder she gave him a questioning look.

"What is it?" she asked.

"You just wont heal. You wont stop bleeding." he told her. Indeed, blood loss showed. She had paled remarkably and her eyes had dulled. "I have no idea how to fix this." he sighed, leaning back on the wall. He watched her slump back into her laying position.

"You could weld it closed. I've seen you do that to yourself before." she suggested.

"I've only ever done that to myself, no one else." he frowned. "I could but it hurts like hell though."

"I'm willing to suffer if it'll keep me alive." she sighed.

"Your really too stubborn." he too sighed. "Alright then, I'll sear the nasty things up, just don't scream. It could attract very unwanted attention."

She nodded.

Roy moved to kneel over her, pulling his bloody gloves tighter before placing them on the large wounds. Readying himself with a calming breath, he began. Light surged over the skin, the alchemic power working its self. He saw through the blind, watching as Riza cringed in pain. Her head flew to look at him. Her teeth were grinding and her eyes were wide as they could be in horror. Wait...horror? She looked terrified, but why? She knew what he was doing to her and other than that, it was Riza under his hands! She had never looked so scared!

She was then forced out of his sight by a wave of uncontrollable power. Something was going terribly wrong with his alchemy, it seemed to be driving out of his own control! He tried to regain it, but the massive energy fought him off. His heart raced as he tried fruitlessly to stop its burning power. As soon as it had burst out, it was flushed away, leaving him confused and panting against the wall.

Roy's immediate reaction to this was to see if Riza was alright. He scrambled to her side, mortified at what he'd done. There she lay, curled into a ball in pain. Her side was sealed with a large burn but there was no sign of the injuries the fire should have made. Like it had only been what he'd needed to use and that was it. He reached out to her cheek, feeling it's wetness. She was crying! What the hell had he done!

"Riza! I'm sorry..." he choked, pulling away. "Damnit! I'm an idiot!"

She only let tears of pain slip out as her whole form withered.. She hurt, not just on her burns, but everywhere. Her stomach was churning and her head was pounding but the worse of it all was in her shoulder. Pain surged all through her veins there, leading down into her hands and feet. She gave ragged breathes, trying to ease herself.

Riza cracked open her eyes, looking downward as the hurt subsided slightly. She gapped at what she saw. Her hands...they were covered in dark fur!

A/N: GAH! I'm so sorry! my comp have being screwing up so badly that I haven't been able to get on for more than a few seconds. -is ashamed- Forgive me for the long wait, please. You can all have Ninja Roy dolls, just don't kill me. I'll hopefully be able to get on with this faster now. I just realized that was a crappy way to end this chapter, beat me if you want.

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