Disclaimer: I do not own Fullmetal Alchemist, including the characters within this story, nor do I own any of the songs off of which these drabbles are inspired.
A/N: I gotsted mah complooper back. 8D Some spoilers for chapter 100. Ignore the awful string of cliches that needs ta go-go. I might fix it one day. This one is based off of "Ambulance" by Eisley.
"I need an ambulance; I took the worst of the blow"
Ambulance
She was aware of the situation. She knew she was dying; how could she not?-- when her throat was spilling her blood, her hot, ruby blood like his hot, ruby flames, which was pooling beneath her and setting her body ablaze despite its decreasing temperature. She knew he was shouting for her, that his eyes were widening, that his pulse was quickening as hers was slowing.
None of these were her first thought, however, for she knew even more that his heart was shattering, that his world was crumbling, that his reason was dissolving, and that he was bleeding far worse than she was.
And so, her prevailing thought was not, "Someone save me," but, "Someone help him."
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