Here is the next chapter. Sorry there hasn't been much fma character-oc interaction, I will change that soon. I don't own fma. Read, Rate, and Review.

At the end of the hallway I saw a window and immediately increased my pace. My advantage of shock and fear had been shortlived and pounding footsteps were not far behind mine. I leaped, closing my eyes and shielding my face from the glass as I threw myself through it.

The sharp edges of the newly shattered glass sliced my clothes, and the flesh of my arms, shoulders, and one knee. I opened my eyes, trying to ignore the slicing pain and realized I had misjudged the height of the building. The ground zoomed closer, the window I had leaped from being as high as seven stories from the hard concrete ground below.

I forced every last bit of energy I had into creating air particles. Even with the slightly decreased speed, hitting the ground hurt worse than anything I had ever felt. My leg made a snapping noise as it buckled backwards on landing and my opposite knee and elbow a similar noise as I tripped and slammed hard onto the ground. My face hit the ground soon after and I was sure I had broken my nose.

I lay on the ground in a pained heap, slowly pulling myself up, trying to keep thinking straight past the blinding pain. My mind was blank; I was out of ideas, out of energy, out of hope.

People stared in horror around me, probably wondering who I was, why I had jumped out of the military headquarters highest window, and how I had survived the fall.

I gave them a nasty glare, grimacing as blood dribbled from my forehead and nose and my lacerations were throbbing and dripping blood onto the ground below.

"There she is!" Someone shouted distantly from within the building.

I flipped my head upwards wide-eyed, I was doomed, my escape had only caused me pain and misery, I was doomed. But wait. My eyes widened farther and the pain was momentarily forgotten, there were no faces in the window looking down at me or soldiers rushing out the front door.

"Get back here! Wait!" The voice was cut off and my eyes widened further as another form leaped through the glass, D.

She seemed neither shocked nor afraid of the height of the building, and expertly flung herself towards the building midflight. Grabbing onto the wall and slowing her fall as she slid, and dropping off at one story where hence she landed with perfect grace.

She took one look at me and then despite everything I smiled, "you came for me." My voice was weak and cracked.

She laughed slightly, "I need you to get home, remember." She paused, "you could've waited a few moments, it was kind of annoying to have myself confused as you." I blushed and she paused again, looking me up and down and as if assessing my damage, "took quite a fall there didn't…"

She was cut off as faces peered out the window and soldiers shouted. She grabbed my wrist, hesitating when she felt the blood, "do you have enough energy to run?"

I shook my head, "I broke my legs, D. I have no energy, I can't run anymore."

She sighed, grabbed me and flung me over her shoulder with surprised strength for her stature. I grimaced in pain at the uncomfortable position as she took off running. People stepped out of the way, most still shocked and not dare moving as we were probably currently considered dangerous criminal escapees.

It wasn't long before soldiers flooded out of the building and began a heated chase after us. I coughed weakly as we ran, darkness and spots clouding my vision, "D, destroy something. I can stop them, but I have no energy."

D hesitated, and then several street signs and walls on buildings faded. I smiled slightly and then glanced back at the military, a short blond kid in the lead. I let out a sigh and a giant steel wall to slow them down, and then on my last conscious breath I forced every bit of leftover energy into glucose and oxygen for D. She obtained a shocked expression as we suddenly went from 7 mph to 20. Then there was darkness.

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I was standing on a field, or a meadow. It was green, but the colors around me all seemed blended. There were no blades of grass of leaves of trees. It was a world filled completely of green and blue, separated only by a thing horizon.

There was no distance or passage of time and though I stood I could not feel the ground beneath me or the air against my cheek. But I was very aware of the pain.

My body throbbed, my legs and arms in especially great agony. Suddenly the world around me seemed to fade…

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I slowly cracked an eye open and let out a pain-induced groan, only to have my mouth covered by a soft hand. D looked at me in sympathy and I was instantly aware I was leaning against a brick wall, in an alley, behind a dumpster, and my whole body was broken and bloody. Joy.

D leaned close to my ear and whispered softly, "If I destroyed something could you fix everything?"

I shook my head and then bit back another painful moan. I had never been able to fix broken bones or such on my own body. I had tried but not yet succeeded and knew in my current blankness of thought I was likely to even a lower chance of success, "I don't think I'm thinking clear enough to create anything right now."

My throat burned, and the whispering made me want to cough but I merely swallowed trying to not to cough with every bit of effort I could muster.

D sighed and slowly leaned against the wall next to me sliding down till she was in a seated position. I glanced down. Blood was soaking through shirts and cloth wrapped tightly around my arms. Strips of cloth had been used to tie sticks to my legs and every inch of skin visible was exposing bruises and cuts.

I sighed and looked at D, "go get a doctor."

Her eyes widened slightly, "But what if…" She trailed off and looked down, her hardened features softened from confusion. She looked vulnerable and scared, was I really that important?

"There's not much we can do," I said, D raising her head to meet my eyes, "if they find me I get hauled off to some laboratory, and I can't exactly move around in this condition." I paused and reached out an arm and rested it on her shoulder, giving a soft squeeze and a weak smile. "But if you don't find a doctor who knows what will happen to me…to you…don't you want to go home? I can't do anything when I'm like this." I pulled my hand away and clenched it into a fist, scabs breaking and more blood oozing from my wounds, "I don't like being so weak so you better find me a damn doctor before I smash your face into the wall."

D stood slowly, her own fists clenched tightly, "I'll be back, stay quiet and don't move."

I gave her a look that just screamed, 'go where, I have two broken legs and lacerations over both my arms', and she sighed, "You know what I mean."

She climbed onto the dumpster and scrambled onto the roof, giving me one more look before taking off. I closed my eyes and bit my lip, wondering how my day had turned into such a painful mess.

I almost laughed, whenever something happened it all happened at once, it was funny to think that the next week would probably be nothing but boring.

I closed my eyes again, feeling a wave of fatigue wash over me. The pain seemed to numb as I drifted off, hoping nothing happened while I slept, and praying D found a doctor soon. Or someone. Anyone.

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I was standing on a field, a horizon line separating the green of the ground beneath me, from the blue above.

I fell backwards, no pain or feeling as I landed gently on the empty green beneath me. In the sky, in the middle of the blue was a giant gate.

The colors around me faded to white and I was once more standing, still on emptiness, but now facing the gate. On the stone pillars and doors were strange scriptures and images. I reached out a hand, only to quickly withdraw it as the door opened. I was flooded with light, but somehow it didn't hurt my eyes, it just made everything white.

Black hands reached out towards me, and I was being pulled in, but I wasn't afraid it.

And suddenly, I was watching myself be pulled in, but it wasn't me, it was D. She smiled and her body turned into light and I could no longer make out her features by the time she was pulled in and the gate doors closed.

I was standing on the field once more and D stood in front of me, but her face was non-existent. Then I realized that all that was there was her outline… "Wake up, C."

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I opened my eyes and I found myself now lying in a soft bed. My arms were adorned in neatly wrapped white bandages as was the rest of my body. D was standing next to me, smiling brightly, "Happy?"

I nodded, "where am I?"

"At the Wellington House Hospital," said an elderly man I hadn't noticed before. He smiled, "My name is Dr. Wellington, you're very lucky your sister found me, you were in pretty bad shape."

"Yeah," I glanced at D and she looked away, for a moment I felt all my joy drain from my face. As soon as the doctor left the room I spoke up, "you don't care about me do you?"

D looked incredulous, "What?!"

"I know you care about my health, but that's only because you want to go home. You don't actually care about me do you?"

D looked at the ground, "It doesn't matter my reasons."

"The reasons do matter," I spat. "Before I met you, I had trouble and fun and adventure. Never did things get out of control, and I was never hurt this badly." I glared at D and felt my anger only rise when she refused to meet my gaze, "Thanks for helping me, but I wouldn't even be in this mess if it wasn't for you!"